The Washington times., 1916-02-01
Continued from Yesterday

Continued from Yesterday
TlIE chief was as much special
list in his own way. as Max
Lamar himself; as much
specialist in crime as Is a doc
tor in anatomy. lie was as tamii'ai
with the criminal mind as IL a sur
gcon with the vcrmiform appcnuiN:
lie knew exactly what each type OF
crook. under given CIRCUMSTANCES. rs
Practically certain to do. For IN sp,oe Go
OF Sherlock Holmes and other nc
tional detectives, the workings OF tne
criminal mentality are very sinPIe
indeed--once a man has learned NheIi
from careful study.
And in Smiling Sans" case, tho
chief had diagnosed the procedure
with tho skin of mind reader.
Sam. Fastening through the Nard AT
Tom Dunn's heels. had prudently az,
lowed his lookout" TO pass through y
him. He himself had fingered for
moment, so that Dunn might prove
for him whether or not the coast was
clear.
1t had been the wise act OF a wise
man. For, scarce had tn" scared
l'unn bolted into the alleYway when
the two policemen had seized MN.
IT .irst sound Of the scuffle, San,
had darted back from the half-closed
gate and across the Nard throuEn .ns
that ndioincd his own.
Always prepared for emergencies
he had snatched up his hat ana coat
as he had left the shop. on the ap-
proach of Lamar n and IT. tie ,SH "fncers: hoIsc he
shed his apron. threw It down a coal
hole. put on the coat and hat. and very
sedately walked out OF the front door
Just beyond the entrance to his own
shop and thence down the street.
h. q :
a sign above a store he chanced to be
trolman strolling along. Sam consulted
passing. and stepped inside the place
until the policeman had gone by.
In a similar fashion he made his way
for full half mile-always moving
unconcernedly and yet managing tc
elude the notice OF any blueCoat-untiI
he came to the railroad yards.
Down the yards he walked-not aim
lessly as loafer. nor with the slouch
workmen. He was. to all outward
semblancc. an honest laborer on his
way back from dinner
Presently his route took him past a
to notice them. Yet the keen little
eyes under the shaggy brows took heed
of the lock of each car.
When he came to an empty" which
was unlocked. he pecred up and down
to make sure no one was In direct line
adroit swiftness. odd in one so heavy
he jerked open the bar of the car
door, slid back the door itself a yard or
two. clambered inside, and shut the
Dig reddish door behind him.
Late that night his car was coupled
with thirty others and puffed out OF
the yard. Early next day the freight
train cumblcd slowly past a suburba n
station and on into the sand-swept
waste beyond
Sam. through crack in his side
door pulIInen." had kept rigid tabs on
the trains general direction. And now
he knew Just where he was. He had
caught n glimpse OF the stations sign;
''Surfton- by-the-Sea
A brilliant .dea struck him. An idea
that brought him to his feet with a
bound. and set him to tugging open the
sliding door Of the car.
The train was still moving at a good
ly paCe-for a freight train. But Sam
Eagan would have taken far greater
risks, In order to carry out the daring
plan that had just occurred to him.
He took a flying leap into track
side pile of sand. The impact of his
leap and his $50 pounds of muscular
weight. drove him into the sand up to
his knees.
But. unhurt, he shook his legs free
and made off at a smart stride toward
the village itself.
out places to me-" he chuckled. Just