The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1915-08-05

| want Try money"
But" Peter protested in q daZe.
handing over the clip and watching r.
Sybarite rummage in the buffet draw
c. wherein he had cached his winnings
before setting out for the Bizarre
but what do you want me to-
Call 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
If she isn't. MIKE EN- understand I'll
dynamite the place if they let Novem-
Der bring her there and get away be
fore ! show up. TIL 'em to call in the
police and pinch November on sight.
And then get lawyer and send him
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 the trouble
was, I'm off"
The door slammed on Peter as be
wilderment-
In the hall. savageiy punching the
t-tN UlCl tNil, - DtAlliC XII my ~
the first part Of an enforced wait TO
return the clip Of cartridges to its
chamber in the butt of Mrs Inches
pistol.
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,
noise resembling more than anything
else in his experience the almost ST.
multaueOus decorations of something
like half a dozen tirecrackers OF sub
cannon CALLER
Without understanding this P. Syba-
rite found himself in the street
At the curb his hired car waited, its
motor purring sweetly, but its chauf-
feur missing The man was affection
ately embracing Il lamppuSt three or
four doors III. the direction of Sixth
avenue
Here" cried p Sybarte indignant
ly. whats the matter with you?"
The man showed him face pale
with excitement: recognized his en-
ployer, but made no offer to stir.
Come" p. Syhurite insisted irasci
bly,. I've no time 20 waste. Get a
move on you. man"
But as he spoke his accents were
blotted out by a repetition of that pur-
tentous noise which had saldted him
a moment since.
His eyes. veering inevitably toward
the source of that uproar, found it
quickly enough to see short, vicious
jets of fame licking out against the
gloom of an open garage doorway near
ly opposite the Hippodrome stage en-
Understanding like a hundred feet
down the street
Gang fight" his man informed him
briefly. Fly cops cornered a bunch
of 'em in November's garage
Whose garage?"
Red November's, Guess you've
heard of him." the man pursued ea-
gery. That's right-he runs his own
garage-taxis for Dutch House souses,
yunno"-
Watt r Sybarite interrupted.
Let me get this straight"
Stimulated by this news. his wits
comprehended the situation at glance.
At the side of his chauffeur ne found
himself in line with Il number of that
spontaneous class which at the first
hint of sensation springs up from no
where in the streets of Manhattan.
Early as was the hour they We're al
ready quite fifty strong. and every
minute brought re-enforcements strag-
Cling up from Fifth avenue.
But the lamppost-StiI a mute in
sensate recipient of the chauffeur's
amorous clasp--marked 4 boundary be-
yond which curiosity failed to allure
Similarly at Sixth avenue a rahble
was collecting. blocking the roadway
and backing up to the elevated pillar
ana the surface car tracks, but to a
man baking at an invisible line drawn
from corner to corner
Midway the dark open doorway to
November's garage yaWued forbidding-
ly, and in all the space that separated
these two gatherings OF spectators
there We're visible just three human
figures, Il uniformed patrolman and
two plain clothes men. the former at a
discreet distance, the two latter more
boldly stationed and holding revolvers.
ready for instant employment,
Fly cops" the chauffeur named the
two in citizens clothing Il seen 'em
stickin around while you was inside
an was WOuderin' what they was
after when all of a sudden sees No
vember duck up from the basement
next door to the Monastery. and they
tries to jump him. That amt two min
utes ago. November lodges pulls
gun and fights EN- off until he can
back into the garage"
Anybody hurt yet? P. Sybarite
asked
Not that know anythin' about"
But what do you suppose makes
ZEN keep that door open? You'd
think
The way l figure IT," the chauffeur
cut in, Reds planiin' to make his
getaway in a car. He's just waitin'
till the goin' looks good. and then he'll
sail outa there like a streak Of CREASED
lightnin'. Yuh wanta be ready to
duck. too. cause he'll come this way