The Washington times., 1915-12-22
Continued From Yesterday

Continued From Yesterday
Both Percy and Wallingford looked
toward the cigar store door, out there
was nothing TO be seen. j. Rufus,
eternally alert. walked over in that di-
rection, and there. behind the angle, he
beheld Onion Jones, most marvelously
got up, wide felt hat. red handkerchief
around his neck, stin brown shooting
coat. wrinkled top-boots with the trous-
ers stuffed in them.
What the"
'sh!" And the fat palm of Onion
came up with 8. warning gesture. Get
"Huh!" Much perpleXed, Walling-
Hutch in the lobby, Go on up to the
What is it?" husked Hutch, fear sud
denly filling him to the oozing point
Better lay low" whispered ]. Rufus,
studying Percy with a dawning smile.
Don't stir from the office till you hear
Il won't" promised Hutch. And he
hurried back to the elevator.
Now what's up?" demanded Walling-
ford. joining Onion Jones.
"Blackie wants you over at your
rooms right away" mumoled Onion agi-
tatedly. NO; you're not to telephone.
You're to slam straight over, and I'm
to sneak upstairs and shadow the
Huh" said Wallingford. and he ran
his fingers through his hair in per-
fool make-up?"
fairly pushed Wallingford out to the
waiting Limousine. The instant the car
started Onion Jones hurried, into the
elevator, and a minute and a half later
entered the office of p. W. Hutch, at
This is MIR. Hutch" he stated with
pleasant assurance.
What do you want?" asked Percy
standing behind the desk, the black bag
Well, Mr.. Hutch, I'm the missing
| helr!" announced Onion. removing the
soft felt hat and resting 1t on his hip.
while Percy gazed in stupefactlon on
that .glistening Uranium. When 1 sent
you that letter from Chicago, I thought
wouldn't get here until tomorrow
| morning, but beat II on the same train
as the letter. HowdydO?" And he ex-
tended fat palm.
ing at the fat palm, but he drew back
| his own hand: "of course, Mr.. Lundy,
you'll have to identify Yourself"
oh. will II" This missing heirs nails
made four pink streaks on his cleaning
| scalp, well. Mr. Hutch, of you're
EoinE, to run in any ranikaboo on me,
| especially after holding out my $4,000
q year for five years. I'll have you
plnched right now and identify myself
"The-theres no need to be hasty, Mr..
Lundy.' duavered Percy. struggling
| among a thousand decreasing thoughts.
III YOU are Mr.. L.undy---''
'lf ami" yelled the missing heir.
| Look here, YOU. Hutch: I'm Willie Hep
to you! You've been putting a crimp in
! my rightful fortune. and IL you hand
me any of your lip. I'll stripe your
coat crossways. Settle quick. and YOU
get off easy. Give me what's left. and
] won't saw a word about what you
| swiped. I'll give you ten minutes"
And the missing heir glanced appre-
hensively toward the dor.
Percy Hutch paused. The language
! of the missing heir was not quite the
/ language of his letters. and the offer of
! the missing heir was suspciously gener-
! Gus. On the other hand the missing
| heir knew some important facts, and
he seemed to have an idea OF vigorous
| methods.
You can't settle an estate in ten
minutes. Mr.. I.undy." argued Percy, in
| desperation. After all he was an at
| torney. He glanced down at the black
| bag Suddenly he lifted his head, and
! there was a glimpse OF life in the pallid
4 ewes. He had a saving thought, You'll
! Al least let me compare your signature.
Write, your name on this piece of pa
Onion Jones Eulped with the SHOCK
4 OF that suggestion, and lust then he
| heard a noise at the door.
Give me that moneY!" he howled.
The knob turned and the door opened.
ana in walked J. Rufus Wallingford
ana Blacke Daw, each focusing a
| aesdly gaze on the guilty Onion.
! Wsllingtord had started away. and they
he'd COMPARED notes Elacl,ie had sent
no message 10 linn. nor had he seen or
heard from Onion.