Putnam patriot., 1914-08-21

i sort was what they were brewing. Don't you private sanatofium 2 What more proof d0 you need of | plof to railroad Malian to a private in stitution for the insane? Legal for maiities can wait as you suggest'-of i course, They hadn't had time to cook up the necessary papers, to suborn
 medical certificates and purchase q commitment paper of some corrupt judge
 The dogs Peter Kenny growled.
 But consider how they've been served out-thunderbolts-j from the very skiesi All except one. And" said P Sybarite solemniy. God do so
 to me and more also if he's alive or outside bars before this sun setsF' "Whog"
 November
 ! What can you do to him?'
 ''To begin with, beat him to that
 asylum. Fetch me the suburban tele-
 phone directory"
 Telephone directory"
 Yes" P. sybarite raved What
 else? Where is 1t? And where are
 your wits?"
 Why. here'-
 Turning. Peter took the designated
 volume from its hook beneath tue
 wall instrument at the very elbow of
 P. sybarite.
 T thought" he commented mildly.
 you had all your wits about you and could see 1t
 l 'Don't be tmpudent." grumbled P.
 Sybarte. rapidly thumbins the pages.
 'Westchester. he muttered. adding:
 ''OSeahana-H -Ha-H-a-d"-
 Are you dotty?" l Look at that telegram. It's dated l from Oseahana. That's somewhere in
 Westchester, If I'm not mistaken Yes.
 here we are: Hay Haynes Private
 Sanatorium-number. 0scahana one
 nine You call 'em" 1 What shall I say 2" | Where's that cartridge clip you took
 away from me? Give 1t here And
 want my money
 But" Peter protested in daze, | handing over the clip and watching r. | ~ btlilAt III tue NuhtI didM-
 CT wherein he had cached his winnings before setting out for the Bizarre
 but what do you want me to- l Gall up that sanatorium; find out | if Marian has arrived. If she has
 threaten with fire and sword, and all
 that sort of thing if they don't release | her-hand her over to me on demand | oh f-,aft alb nd I'll l dynamite the place if they let Novem- | Der bring her there and get away be- l fore show up. Teil 'em to call in the | police and pinch November on sight ] And then get a lawyer and send him 1 up there after me. And then set the | police after November. Tell 'em you | heard the shot and went down the fire
 escape to investigate what tue trouble {, was. I'm off
 The door slammed on Peter as be- 1 wilderment-
 | In the hall. savagely punching the | elevator bell. P Sybarite employed l the first part of an enforced wait to
 return the clip of cartridges to its
 chamber in the butt of Mrs. Inches
 pistol
 l As the elevator reached the street | level there sounded from q distance | down the street noise the like of | which he had never before heard, a 1 noise resembling more than anything | else in his experience the almost sl- | multaneous detonations of something | like half a dozen firecrackers of sub l cannon caliber.
 Without understanding this P. Syba- | rite found himself in the street At the curb his hired car waited. its motor purring sweetly. hut it's chauf- | feur missing. The man was affection | ately embracing a lamppUst three or | four doors in the direction of Sixth | avenue.
 | "Herer' cried P. Sybarite indignant ly. Whats the matter with you?' The man showed him a face pale with excitement: recognized his em- 1 blower, but made no offer to stir. "Comet' P. Sybarite insisted irasci- | bly,. i've no time to waste. Get a move on you. man| But as he spoke his accents were | plotted out by a repetition of that DOT | tentous noise which had saluted him l a moment since.
 His eyes. veering inevitably toward ! the source of that uproar. found it quickly enough to see short, vicious jets of flame licking out against the gloom of an open garage doorway near ly opposite the Hippodrome stage en- tranee-so something like a hundred feet down the street. Gang fight" his man informed him briefly Ely cops cornered q bunch of 'em in November's garage"-
 Whose garage?" Red November's. Guess you've heard of him?' the man pursued ea- gerly. That's right-he runs his own garage-taxis for Dutch House souses, yunno"-
 "Waitp' P. Sybarite interrupted. "Let me get this straight" Stimulated by this news. his wits comprehended the situation at a glance.
 At the side of his chauffeur he found himself in line with a number of that spontaneous class which at the first hint of sensation springs up from mo- where in the streets of Manhattan. Early as was the hour they were al- ready quite fifty strong. and every minute brought re-enforcements strag- gling up from Fifth avenue.
 But the amppost-stll a mute, in- sensate recipient of the chauffeurs amoroHs elasp-marked boundary be- .il.I. fe