The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-01-20
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BY HAROLD MAcCRATH
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

the house of Crawford.
He quilted life with exactly what he
had begun with. The grandson had
just enough to weather his club dues
and his tailors, with a little left over
for his fishing trips.
The economy he now practiced was
beginning to tell. His bank account
was growing and growing. In three
or four years he would have enough to
live on comfortably.
Marriage was, however, an utter i'm
possibility, for he was determined new
er to marry a woman whose income
was greater than his own, and he
knew that he could never be happy
with one who was not his equal in
breeding and education. Blame en-
vironment for this fallacy!
Describe him."
Slender, rather dark. medium height.
good hands. clean shaven, with little
white scar on the left side of his chin"
Crawford unused for space.
Cant place him. Oh, well, it doesn't
matter. Maybe nothing at all. If he
has letter of Introduction Dash
it, Warren, you and l are beginning
to be suspicious of everybody"
well, sir, we can't afford to be
careless now that you've started to
break up the gang"
II don't think they'll bother me Sc
r1ously on this side Of the water. It's
the only thing that makes the game
possible-the real smuggler, with his
ramifcations that reach into the heart
of India. It's good sporting PROPOSE
ton to lay those fellows by the heels
Their ingenuity is remarkable Smead
was held up yesterday. Broke his leg
In Paris Mahogany crutches. Hollow
shaft, twenty diamonds worth eight
thousand. His leg was really broken,
and l suppose that gave him the idea
of utilizing the crutches. Bought the
gems in Rotterdam. The crutches stuck
IN my mind. My room was next to his
in the Continental in Paris. 1t was
only guesswork on my part. l didn't
know for certain. Well, I'm Off I'll
wear this suit on the train. Don't for
get my pipes. See you at the station"
Crawford went to his club for dinner.
He found three or fSar lonely bach
elors-old fr!ends-and they sat at the
same table. Talk ran into every con-
ceivable channel--women, horses, the
light operas then going, boating, box
ing and even the discontinue of the
famous gambler, Smead, who had been
caught finally with the goods on his re-
turn from Europe. Cranford's coffee
tasted bitter.
Before going to the station he went
into the bar of one of the nearby no.
tells for some cigars. He was leaning
against the cigar stand. next to the bar,
when two strangers at his side clicked
their glasses and spoke phrase which
puzzled and surprised him.
"Pidgin island!'
Square away!"
The two men drank and departed
Pidgin island! Crawford turned.
They had paused at the cashiers
desk. One was tall. Thick set, gray
haired. ruddy faced, with an air of
prosperity. His companion was short
and wiry and taciturn OF expression.
His lip was adorned by a cropped mus
tache, which stood out Ike the bris-
ties Of a toothbrush.
Crawford laughed silently.
Fishermen like himself, for only a
bass fisherman would ever mention
such a spot as pidgin island. Doubt
less he would see them again.
By the ticket booth he met Warren.
"The man with the scar has been
about. have an idea that
he's been following me-
did he get a ticket?''
'"Takes the Montreal express
I'D like to have Il good look at him.
1t might come in handy some day.
But still it may be some one l met in
the smokeroom coming over"
Your train leaves in twenty min
utes, sir. You can go aboard now if
you wish. Suppose we wander out to
the gates. You go ahead and I'll fol-
low with the porter. If see him I'll
tip you off, SIR"
''GOOQ IDEA.
Warren loitered about the stairs.
1.-The terminal had not been finished at
this time.) He scanned the faces OF
the prospective travellers who were
gathered about the various gates.
Suddenly he held up his hand and
up the stairs. Noncha"
lantly Crawford followed.
He is standing by your gate, sir,
watching"
wonder what the dickens it's all
about?"
Gray fedora. Now, I'll bid you good
by. sir. He may or may not know you,
but if he saw me with you he'd know.
III make for the street. Here's the
tickets. sir. If anything turns up I'll
wire. and if you need me send"
The two shook hands.
There was admiration on both sides
and no little Affection Warren did NOT