The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1915-10-15
CHAPTER Win.
The Master Furnishes.

horrorfascinated eyes at the paper
had dropped on the floor.
Subconsciously / knew that Kennc-
dy had slipped from the room to leave
Inc with my thoughts. The devilish
ingenuity OF it! AS the first shock
passed and my brain was able to think
l could understand the lightning-quick
action of the brain behind those blank
eyes when the signal came that l was
in the outer office. He had let me lis.
ten because he knew just what
would do!
Those gray eyes had seen my heart,
even as Kennedy had said they could.
They had flashed their thought If
murder for one brief instant, and ],
fool, had misread the message as fear.
In he years of association / had
come to know his marvellous memory
for details, yet had prided myself on
my cleverness in eluding a possible
shadow.
Why, he knew would gu to Kenne-
dy. He knew that I would step into
the trap he had prepared. He knew
Ia go to Slivers O'Hagen. think he
even knew that I'd be slick enough 20
get away, for it was no part of his
plan to have me arrested-then. He
needed me!
The crumpling of the paper under
my foot drew Kennedy back to the
room.
9TH west is tn place for We. jim
my-boy," he said sadly. "Ye had best
hustle before the devil sets tn dogs
on ye."
A sudden determination came to me.
I squared my jaw.
"I'm not going step from New
York. I'm going to play the camel"
"Goin' to stick" he exclaimed.
EVERY minute, I'd be an idiot for
running now"
Eye are fool, Jimmy" he told me,
though the look in his blue eyes belied
his words. but / love ye' for havin'
such a devil of nerve"
took the hand he held out. We
shook in silence.
Come downstairs" said Kennedy.
Reminder we are feeling tn effects
OF last nights debauch"
We went down to the barroom to-
gether, and / played the part of man
who has just walked from sleep In
duced by too much whisky in such q
way as to bring sympathetic grins
from the bartender and several GUS
toners.
would never be connected, a few
hours later, with the dirty tramp who
had come in, for my face was clean,
MY hair neatly brushed, and the
brown rain-coat, to the casual glance,
was exactly the same as the one l
wore the night before.
At the hotel greeted the clerk jo-
vially and went to my room to put on
complete new outfit OF my own
clothes. knew my all-night absence
would not be noticed, for 1t was not
an unusual occurrence.
Now, don't get an idea l was doing
all this just to show my smartness-'
I wasn't. But I knew that running
away meant sure death, while stay
ing was at least a reprieve.
Although my thumb and finger
prints, infallible acknowledgements
always, were on the scene OF the muir
der and had probably even been pho
tographed by this time. that was the
only place they were. I'd never been
arrested. There were no records ct
my prints in the hands Of the police.
That didn't make me safe, Of course
mot by long shot. My liberty, even
life. was held in the hollow of Mike
Garven's hand. One little hint from
him. and the police would grab me. A
comparison OF prints would be all tina,
was necessary, then. was playing to
keep that hint away from the police.
No one in the world would connect
me with the murder of Slivers OLA.
gen but Garven. I've said before that
Mike never sacrificed good workers
needlessly. God knows l earned my
lesson now. Before he had held me
with the fear OF cell and ten years
Imprisonment; now my life was in his
keeping. Life is precious thing.
went to see him.
Rat-face kept out OF my reach this
time, though he grinned twisted grin
of triumph, thought, as l went in.
care the stock certificates ready
yet, Mixer" I asked, and / tried my
best to make the voice offhand.
Tomorrow" he answered.
"will bring the money here"
The brown eyes OF the girl didn't
haunt me as asked that question nor
the pathetic innocence of the father.
All l saw was a row of cells and the
little green door of the death-house.
A long minute his pencil worked on
the blotter before him, and ! waited
patiently. like dog for It's masters
pleasure.