The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1915-04-03
CHAPTER xxlli.
A Sporting Oner.

opoftHH SHeFs
Some two hours later. that same
evening. Mr. Alan Law. very much
alive and. In spite OF n complete new
outfit OF ready made clothing. looking
much more like III nself than he had
In fortnight. issued forth from the
Grand Central stat on. hailed a taxi
cab, and had himself conveyed TO the
Hotel Monolith
But IL he looked his proper self once
more, II speedily was demonstrates
that his With WAS Otherwise: for after
learning from III" room-clerk OF tie
Monolith that II Tuiie was being hello
In the name OF Arthur Lawrence, thai
was the name Mr. Law inscribed OF
the register.
On the other hand, II was his true
name that he fsye 10 the person whom
he called upon the telephone Immedl.
ately after beiug shown TO his rooms
But then he Wis fpeakinS 20 bis old
friend and man OF business, Mr.. Digby.
Within another ten minutes this last
was In conference with his employer:
II think you must be out OF your
head" be insisted nervously, once
their first greetings were over. You
might juet as seisJbly throw yourself
from the top OF the Metropolitan tower
as come TO New York while Trine lives
and knows you're this side the water"
Nonsense" Alan laughed. "Remem.
ber this is New York--not tho back.
woods OF Maine!"
Alan paused and smot9 his palm
with remorseful list. ."By The Eter,
nal. I'm forgetting Barcus!"
"Barcus7"
Chap whose boat ! chartered in
Portland-sheer luck on my part; he's
one OF the salt OF the arth. First,
something must be done for the boy.
You've got influence OF some gOrt In
New Bedford. surely?"
Digby reflected: Some There's
George Blaine. Justice OF the peace"
"The very man. Telegraph him in
Barcus' interests Immediately. And
telegraph Barcus as well--seHd him
a hundred for expenses. and tell him
TO Join me here IN New York gs quick
as he canl"
"Your friends address," Digby In.
at the desk and fumbled with the sup.
ply OF stationery.
New Bedford jail. OF conrsei" Alan |
chuckled--but cut his laugh IN two as
something futtered from the pack OF |
envelopes which Digby had disturbed
and fell to the floor between the two
men.
Face up. II grlnned sardonic mock.
cry OF Alan's confidence: II was trey
OF hearts.
With an ashen face and trembling
hand. Dlgby stopped to pick tho
damned thing up; but Alan was be-
forehand with him. and got his fingers
first upon the card.
Now will You beIjeVeH" Dlgby de-
manded huskily.
I'm what? A simple coincidence? ?"
Alan fouted. mot II Who knows I'm
In New York--or that the Arthur Law.
renee for whom your agent engaged
these rooms was Alan Law. No, my
friend It's bit too thick for me. Take
my word for II. this II nothing more
nor less than a souyepiT VI Il poker
party held by yesterdays tenant Of
his suite"
"Perhaps-perhapsl" Digby assent
ID. stroking tremulous lips. But I'm
afraid for you. my boy. Who knows
hat Trine's spies were not watching
ny man when he made this reserva.
ion? Who knows but that Arthur
4awrence' was too thin a disguise for
Alan Law7 tell you, I'm frightened
o the marrow OF my old bones DO
ne this favor ut least, my bay; now
nat you've been warned, whether by
Iccident or design--we won't argue :
hat-do leave town--go incognito to
ome quiet place nsar by and wait