Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1914-08-06
CHAPTER II.
A Timely Rescue.

over it, when an impulsive.
stocky gentleman with q heat-
ed race, whose crushed soft hat on the
back Of his head looked like a drunk
en- aureole and the sleeves of whose
coat were rolled back to cool his
wrists, while one of his hands was en-
numbered with several Of the evening
papers,, came rushing out Of the sub
way entrance slambang into Thomp.
son.
Excuse me!' blurted out he hurried
one. II didn't see you, and-wbv.
hello, Carr! How are you? Got back
from Boston. have you? / called I'D
your office this afternoon. l wanted
to talk to you about those securities"
He seized the old gentleman's hand
and shook 1t violently, pushing Lieu
tenant Thompson aside with a care
lessness which filed that efficient de-
tect1ve with indignation and impelled
him to sputter:
Here! Who are you, Interfering
with an officer in the execution of his
duty? I've a mind to take you in too
a me in? What are you talking
bout? Who the devil are you? Take
your hand off that gentleman's sleeve"
Then to the prisoner: who is this
man Not a friend of yours, is hep
IL says he is. Jamison," was the
hesitating reply, but he is taking me
to the subway against my will"
"Oh. he is? Hang his Internal inso-
lence! I'll SOC settle him. Where's q
policeman"
The impulsive man knocked Thomp-
sons hand away with n sharp blow Of
the rolled up newspapers and looked
about him.
OF course, not an officer in sight
Say, Carr. this man hasn't robbed YOU.
has hep"
II don't think So"
Feel in your pockets and see wheth-
er you have lost anything"
By this time the lieutenant, stricken
speeches. by the strangers lese mai
esty, had found his voice again. He
beloved menacingly:
Look here. you. I'm a detective
from the central Office, and this man
is a burglar I'm taking to %headquar-
tiers. Now, peat it before l put you
under arrest"
detective? Nonsense! Whatever
you are, if you live in New York you
have probably heard of me. I'm Doug
las Jamison Of Wall street and New
Rochelle"
GIVE heard of Mr.. Jamison, OF
course" replied Thompson in a tone
Of Involuntary respect. But I don't
know whether you're him"
"Well. you will know soon. Now.
Carr, turn out your pockets and let's
see whether you have everything. If
you've lost a single penny's worth I'll
have this man in the hands Of a po-
liceman before he can make a move.
Come over here against the wall out
Of the way"
Even at 10 o'clock at night there is
always a rush to and from the subway
at the Grand Central station, and
Thompson. who had an unhappy facul-
ty for getting in peoples way, had
been bumped about until he was ready
to go anywhere for peace. The three
drew over to a corner.
II don't say this man is a thief, Jami-
son." declared Mr.. Carr TREMENDOUSLY.
II really believe he takes me for some.
body else"
Perhaps he does. But his game is an
old one. although they don't generally
try it on New Workers. in their own
town. Go through your pockets and
e if everything is all right"
Every well. Jamison. But / wish
mother were here. She knows what
have better than I do myself. as a
rule"
He brought forth from an timer peck
ct a small square packet neatly tied
up in white paper, and looked at 1t
with a puzzled uplifting of the eye
brows. as If trying to remember what
1t was.