Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-24


with Martin Wall. He threw Chai1
iLightning's Collar on the manager
desk
How much can you loan me OF
that?" he demanded.
| With a grunt of surprise Mr.. STAG!
took up the famous collar in his thicl
fingers. He gazed at 1t for a moment
Then he looked up and caught Mar
tin Wallis crafty eye over Harrow
by's shoulder.
mot cent said Mr.. Stacy firmly
rowby gazed at him blankly. ''It''
worth"
Not a cent" Stacy repeated
That's final"
Harrowby turned appealingly tt
Martin Wall.
you" he pleaded.
I'm not investing" Wall replied
with queer smile.
Lord Harrowby restored the neck
lace to his pocket and, crestfallen
gloomy, went back to the room above
wouldn't loan me anything on it,
he whispered to Minot. II don't un
derstand, really"
Thereafter narrowly suffered the
pain of watching others play. And
while he watched, in the little Office
down stairs, sceno of vital bearing
on his future was enacted. .
A short stock man with bullet
shaped head had pushed open the
door on Messrs. Stacy and Wall. He
stood. looking about him with a Gym
ical smile. s.f .s..,. "-.. ...... ..-. fl.
Hello, Tom," he said
"Old Bill Huntley!'' cried Stacy.
"By CAD, you gave me turn. I for.
got for minute that you can't raid
me down here" ....
Them happy days Is past" return
ed Huntley dryly. I'm working for
Uncle Sam, now, Tom. Got new hsn
to fry. Used to have some gay times
in New York, didn't we? Oh, hello,
Craig!" -
my name is Martin WALL" said
that gentleman stitly.
"Ain't he got the lovely manners, "
said Huntey, pretending admiration.
Always did have, too. And the swell
friends. Still going round In the
caviar crowd, hear. What if I was
to tell your friends here who you are?'
you won't do that" said Wall, out
wardly unshaken, but his breath COM
ing faster. -.
"Oh-you're sure of that, are your
Eyes Who I am isn't one OF your
worries in your new line OF business.
And you're going to keep still because
II can do you favor-and | WILL"
Thanks, Craig. Excuse me-Mar-
tin Wall Sort of strain Keeping
track of your names, you know.
Forget that. I say can do you
favor-if you'll promise not to mix In
my affairs" f.
"Well-what is it?'
you're down here looking for a
diamond necklace known as Chain
Lightning's Collar"
Great little guesser, you are. Well
what about it?"
"Promise?"
"You deliver the goods, and I'll
see."
All right. You'll find that necklace
in Lord Harrowby's pocket right now.
And you'll find Lord Harrowby IN
room upstairs"
Mr.. Huntley stood for moment
staring at the man he called Craig.
Then with a grunt he turned away.
Two minutes later, in the bright
room above, that same rather vulgar
srunt sounded in Lord HarroWbys
patrician ear. He turned, and his face
paled. Hopelessly he looked toward
Minot. Then without a word he FOL-
lowed Huntley from the room.
Only two of that excited crowd
ABOUT the wheel noticed. And these
two fed simultaneously to the balcony.
There, half hidden behind an ancient
musty rug, Cynthia Meyrick and Min
OF watched together.
narrowly and Huntley descended
the soft stairs. At the bottom, Mar
tin Wall and Stacy were waiting. The
sound of voices pitched low could be
heard on the balcony, but though they
strained to hear the pair above could
not. However, they could see tho
piebeian hand of Mr.. Huntley held out
to Lord narrowly. They could see
narrowly reach into his pocket, and
bring forth white envelope. Next
they beheld Chain Lightning's Collar
CLEAN in the dusk as Huntley held 1t.
A few low words, and narrowly went
out with the detective.
Martin Wall assembled the stair. On
the dim balcony he was confronted by
white-faced girl whose wonderful
copper hair had once held Chain
Lightning's Collar f..
"What does it mean?" she asked,
her voice low and tense.
"Mean?" Martin Wall laughed. 1T
means that Lord Harrowby must go
north and face United States COM