Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1914-09-25
CHAPTER XIII.
A Sportino Offer.

Some two hours later, that same
evening, Mr. Alan Law, very much
alive and, in spite of complete new
outfit of ready made clothing, looking
much more like himself than he had
in a fortnight issued forth from the
Grand Central station, hailed taxi
cab, and had himself conveyed to the
Hotel Monolth
But If he looked his proper self once
more, 1t speedily was demonstrated
that his wish was otherwise: for after
learning from the room-clerk Of the
Monolith that a suite was being held
in the name of Arthur Lawrence, that
was the name Mr.. Law inscribed on
the register
On the other hand, II was his true
name that he gave to the person whom
he called upon the telephone immedi-
ately after being shown TO his rooms.
But then he was speaking to his old
friend and man of business, Mr. Digby
Within another ten minutes this last
was in conference with his employer:
II think you must be out of your
head he insisted neryously, once
their first greetings were over You
might just as sensbly throw yourself
from the top of the Metropolitan tower
as come to New York while Urine lives
and knows you're this side the water"
"Nonsense!" Alan laughed "Remem-
Der this is New York-not the back
woods of Maine!'
Alan paused and smote his palm
with a remorseful fist. by the Eter-
nal. I'm forgetting Barcus!"
"Barcus?'
Chap whose boat chartered in
Portland sheer luck on my part: he's
one of the salt of the arth. First,
something must be done for the boy,
You've got influence OF some sort in
New Bedford surely?"
Digby reflected Some. There's
George Blaine, justice OF the peace"
"The very man Telegraph him in
Barcus' interests Immediately And
telegraph Barcus as well-send him
u hundred for expenses, and tell him
to join me here in New York as quick
as he can!
"Your friends address, Digby In
quired, mildly ironic as he sat down
at the desk and fumbled with the sup.
ply Of stationery.
New Bedford Jail, of counsel" Alan
chuckled-but cut his laugh in two as
something huttered from the pack of
envelopes which Digby had disturbed
and fell TO the floor between the two
men,
Face up, 1t grinned sardonc mock.
cry Of Alan's confidence: 1t was trey
of hearts.
With an ashen face and trembling
hand, Digby stopped to pick the
damned thing up; but Alan was be-
forehand with him, and got his fingers
first upon the card
Now will you believer" Digby de-
manded husldly
I'm what? A simple coincidence"
Alan fouted Not |! Who knows I'm
in New York--or that the Arthur Law
renee for whom your agent engaged
these rooms was Alan Law No, my
friend. it's bit too thick for me Take
my word for it, this is nothing more
nor less than souvenir Of poker
party held by yesterdays tenant of
this suite"
"Perhaps-perhaps!" Dgby assent
ed, stroking tremuous lips But I'm
afraid for you, my boy. Who knows
that Trine's spies were net watching
my man when be made this reserva-
ton? Who knows but that Arthur
4 Lawrence was too thin disguise for
/ Alan Law? tell you, I'm frightened
to the marrow of my old bones! Do
me this favor at least my boy; now
/ that you've been warned, whether by
accident or design-we won't argue
that-do leave town-go incognito to
some quiet place near by AMI wait