The Washington times., 1915-12-22
CONTINUED From Yesterday


Both Percy and Wallineford looked
toward the cigar store door, out there
was nothing TO be seen. J. Rufus,
eternaly alert. walked over in that di-
rection, and there, behind the angle, he
beheld Onion Jones, most marvelously
got up, wide felt hat. red handkerchief
around his neck stiff brown shooting
coat. wrinkled top-boots with the trous-
ers stuffed in them.
What the
''sh!" And the fat palm of Onion
rid Of your party quiok" r,.u
Huh Much perpleXed, Walling-
ford Joined thc neryously WAITING
aee atsh II In tbe be tSePS HeD in %" up TO the
What is it, husked Hutch. fear sud
Better lay low" whispered j. Rufus,
studying Percy with a daNning smile"
from me-
II won't" promised Hutch. And he
hurried back to the elevator.
Now what's up?" demanded Walling
ford. joining Onion Jones.
"Bla ckie wants you over at your
rooms right away" mumpled Onion aCl-
tatedly. NO; you're not to telephone
You're TO slam straight over, and I'm
to sneak upstairs and shadow the
Huh" said Wallingford. and he ran
his fingers through his hair in per-
nleHity. Why are you wearing that
fool makeup"
Ask Blackie. Hustle, Jim" and he
fairly pushed Wallingford out to the
waiting Limousine. The instant the car
started Onion Jones hurried into the
elevator, and a minute and a half later
entered the office of p. w. Hutch. at
torney.
This is Mr.. Hutch" he stated with
pleasant assurance.
What do you want" asked Percy,
standing behind the desk, the black bag
Well, Mr.. Hutch I'm the missing
heir" announced Onion. removing the
| soft felt hat and resting 1t on his hip.
while Percy sazed in stupefaction on
you that letter from Chicago, thought
/ wouldn't get here until tomorrow
morning, but beat II on the same train
as the letter. Howdydo?" And he ex-
| tended fat palm.
Yves" acknowledged Percy, look
ing at the fat palm, but he drew back
| his own hand: "of course. Mr.. LundN,
you'll have to identify Yourself"
| oh. will To- This missing heirs nails
sde four pink streaks on his cleaning
scalp. We'll. Mr.. Hutch. of you're
going to run in anv ranikab boo on me
especially after holding out my $1,000
a year for five wears. I'll have YOU
J plnched right now and identify myself
/ afterward"
"The-there's no need to be hasty, MI
| Lundy.'' uuaVered Percy. struGg ling
among a thousand decreasing thoughts
"lf you are Mr.. Lundv--''
| "If | ami yelled the missing heir.
Look here. YOU, Hutch: I'm Willie Her
to you! You've been putting crimp in
my rightful fortune. and Il you hand
! me any of your lip. I'll stripe your
| coat crossways. Settle quick, and YOU
| get OFF easy. Give me what's left. anG
| ! wont say word about what you
swiped. I'll give YOU ten minutes"
| And the missing heir glanced apprc.
| hensivelN toward the dor.
Percy Hutch paused. The lanRuas 20
! of the missing heir was not quite the
| language of his letters. and the offer o.
! the missing heir was suspiciously sener
! Gus. On the other hand. the missins
| heir knew some important facts. ant
he seemed to have an idea of vigorou!
| methods.
You can't settle an estate in ten
minutes. Mr.. I.undy," argued Percy, il
desperation. After all. he was an at
| torney. He glanced down at the blaCl
| bag. Suddenly he lifted his head. .anC
there was a glimpse OF life in the palliC
Al least let me compare your signature
Write your name on this piece of pa
| DnSr'
Onion Jones Eulped with the shocl
OF that suggestion. and lust then III
! heard noise at the door.
| Give me that monev!' he hoWled.
The knob turned and the door opened
and IN walked j. Rufus WalIingforC
and Rlackie Daw, each focusing
aesn,N gaze on the guilty Onion
! E'ackie's taVi had dashed Up iust s'
WslinCford had started awar. aud they
he'd compared notes Ela"klc had son
no messag" 10 Inn. nor had ne seen Oi
heard from Onion.