The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-04-18

ter of diamond.
Wait minule.' she called II think
I'll take chance on YOU. after all
The beautiful young girl swaycd in the doorway
Mrs Waters caught her by the arms put down the
heavy bundle under which the girl had bent and
ed her a chair
You need a cup OF tea the Iandady ratified on,
and her eyes strayed cornerwise TO the taperin:
white hand upon which gIoWed a sparkling solitaire.
The girl also wore bright wedding ring
The waddled away. and June opened the
bundle Of pants which she had brought with her
and began sew.
Put EN- up the huStling landIady with neck
like cried. She lifted the garment from
June's lap and tossed it aside. You cant make
living sewing pants. a pretty girl like you ought 10
get a nice job in an office. Here's a cup Of tea
got for you from Mrs. Parsons and a morning paper
l got from Mrs. kedzo. Drink your tea while
hunt you job And enPrgetirally she turned the
paper inside out Ny goodness, She had been about
drive away this beautiful young girl, And with
that costly diamond ring on her hand and brand
wedding ring, III lend You fare if YOU
want tt
Within minutes she had her Iodcer
bundled of the door and her way hunt
job" Within two minutes after that luxurious
limousine had stopped in front of the home Of
the runaway bride. The door opened. and
with a white mustaChe spranC out. followed by
dark with a black Vandyke. They dashed for
the entrance. but noise halted them. The sound
n
large round lump which clustered around the spare
tires. That lump the private detective. Bill
Wolf. and the face which he turned sidewiSe the
driver Of the luxurious limousine back 70 him
was covered with dust. The driver. a wide faced
Italian. grinned he that the invountarily
faithful sleuth firmly attached TO the tire
ering by his cravat, which was entanged in a strap
We'll, why don't you help me- you big wop:" com
planned the trapped detective.
Help you? Sure The driver jumped behind
Bill Wolf and kicked him with a sound like the
beating of a carpet.
'Scatti' called the black Nandyked man, Gilbert
Bye and the grinning Scatu TO him.
Gilbert Blye pointed up the street There tore to-
ward them family car. on the front seat of which,
beside the chauffeur. sat handsome collie. June
Warmers Bouncer The black Nandyked man whis-
percd in the of his driver and the CLEAN of joy
came into the Italians narrow slitted eyes
Beautiful June Warner. more appealing than
her plain little black dress and her fragile pallor
entered the door which was ettered Elizabeth Saw
vertical Estate and Investments and found her
self in the rallied off reception space Of large office
which alive with the hum Of energetic bust
4 thin. stiff npckrd young woman came ont and
went directly the beautiful girl with the plain
black dress.
will you i'm she invited with
pecfed agreeahrneSS. and she led the way into the
very center of this web of industry.
The family stopped AZ the curb with a slam.
and the collie. ROunCer. WAS on the ground From
he sprang the young husband Of June Warner.
his Jaws SET and his fists rlinched. There followed
the father and the gentle mother of June her
bosom friend Iris BetherinC. and Robbie.
THEY'RE in there called dusty voice. 1t WAS
the well known and justly famous private detective.
Bill Wolf still attached the luxurious limousine
ny his strong Cravat, but one heard him. The
party had rushed into the dim hallway.
June Warmers eyes frightened as she entered the
ia Of lyol both Sow hat
litter of pa perS As she passed the desk June saw.
standing amid the papers. the portrait of Elizabeth
Sawyer, a tall. good looking man and three hand
some children.
As Ned Warner rushed impetuously in from the .
street figure Sprang from the dim hallway. That
figure was Scatti and. closely pursued by the par
ty from the family car, he tore across the big va
ant room which occupied the ground floor and dart
ed through a heavy iron door, and the pursuers
piled in after him. 1t then that the dark. hand
some man with the black Vandyke slipped frGm
his concea ment beneath the stairway. sped lightly
across the aba ndoned banking room and changed the
iron door slipping the heavy crossbar into its place
Bill Wolf at last got his fingers unnumbed enough
to open his pocketknife and with this he sawed
of his cravat Just below the knot. He galloped
straight across the street with a strange. sideonC
the bar.
-Four beers he husked with his dusty tongue