The Washington times., 1915-11-08
(Continued from Yesterday


There was n man IN the oftice when
they arrived He was postman with
two heavy bags OF mail. all for the
rrapp Marketing Company. Department
\. The postman dumpec %c, ms sscks oass 'nsa ssp
out for him, and puffed away. biackie
rumpled his hair.
Wailingford got up to walk. but sat
down as he heard n noise.
Louis Trspp came In, and his eyes
glistcned as ne saw the mail. Every
envelope contained money. He glanced
at his watch and hurried to the teie-
phone, called a number. and asked his
question.
We'll, you didn't make your winning
yet" he cheerfuliy informed Blackie,
as he turned away from the phone.
Suddenly the true reason Tor tnat
daily observation dawned on Biaekie.
"Tiapp. do you want to buy us OUT
Louis rrapps eyes glazed and his
mouth screwed up.
'iiow much?'
Fifty Thousand dollars"
This mail. is 1t mine" and Trap
seemed to be looking through the en-
veiopes at the contents.
It's your meat
Mr. Trspp released his countenance
with a smack.
Sure. ri take a chance he said.
with eager animation. Il got the nerve
as long as the moneys coming In; lie
opened the safe Immediately and pro-
duced the money. He'd had 1t there
waiting. in cash! His fingers almost
cramped in their haste. III you had
your winning. wouldn't buy It.. ne
observed. as he handed Blsckie the
ATTY thousand II wouldn't believe that
you ever got but one. When l get II. l
quit" He vigorously drew the two big
waste baskets OF mail over to the END
Of his own desk aIye Gesn sn,rH stuSy.ns W.! !rs
about due for sharp rise IN wheat!
But we only get one"
Wallingford rose, with vast relief and
produced his key 10 the little tin box.
"We'll include the tubular reflector,
he remarked chuckling.
In ten minutes Wallingford and Trapp
had torn up their various articles OF
agreement. and Wallingford had signed
tor, in consideration OF fifty thousand
dollars; and Wallingford and Blackie
walked out. with no scrap or evidence
behind them TO show that they had
ever been In any way connected with
the wheat-investment department OF the
Trapp Marketing Company.
IAN right" accepted Mr.. Trapp read.
lily. II don't think it's any good. but
gentlemen. What do you want" Mr..
rrapp's eyes had widened. and he turn
cd nervously toward the big waste bas-
kets as three heavy set men stamped
Information" said the heaviest
saw fiic. I'VE; re ' from the postofhce
wait a minute! Wait a minute '' In
terrupted Louis Trap. and he almost
shrieked It. az he grabbed the phone
from the hook. lie called familiar
for them ali to Keep still. ''Tilwit's"
he suddenly shrieked Into the phone.
This Is the Trupp Marketing Com
pany! Say. listen! Close my wheat at
what's the mark.t?" moment OF sill
ence. He turned from the phone with
. weak smile, and a drop of perspira-
ton trickled on the end Of his nose.
Give US a little statement of your
business" husked the heaviest-set man.
looking at the waste paper baskets. at
eoery soe hs ama door sTery ana article na the
rrapm s'hf Fieres re sue no % profit in and and
Im,rSr nc cast mnievo!ent ,sv glare at the three
another day. . I've don't y owe S;eSa' ceS,'S s%HS
at my books. ] can pay everybody"
That's all the department wants.
course you got to show us; II you're
illegal but pay out We'll only shut you
UP; but II you're illegal and don't pay
out you'll bo put away"
sure. MT. lTdpp was edSeTHeSs ltselr
I'd like to speak TO these gentlemen u
minute" He thrust himself between
Wallingford and Blackie. gripped each
one by lapel. and smiled ingratiatingly
into each unresponsive face. Well I
got us out of It," ne whispered. ~
You give me back my fifty thousand
dollars we're all out OF It easy, even y
don't make any profit: and | don't
say a word about you"
Say anything about us" Wallingford
turned on him savasely. It's none of
my business that you pad for my
patent with crooked money. Good day
Mr.. Trapp."
THAT nifty thousand you're out is
Just what you stole from the Warden
estate. Louis. reproved Black!e. why
didn't you tell US that wheat had gone
up?"
with this crushing remark Mr.. Daw
led the way out Of the room. leaving
Mr.. Trapp shrunken In chair, and
watching the postoffice inspectors as
they started their investigation.
Lucky boy" chuckled Walllngford,
as they headed for the little gray run