The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1916-11-28
tory by Redfeld ingalls,

The young reporter started after them,
then hesitated. Cadogan and his detec-
tives would be on the ground in a very
few minutes, and since Grant had given
the number Of the ''pool-roorn thew
would undoubtedly raid that Meanwhile
what would become of the 'telegrapher.'
and what exactly signified the brass pipe.
like the pneumatic chutes in department
stores, that Was on the far walls of the
latter's room? The man ought to be look
ell after
TO think with Tommy Grant was. in
crisis to act He went quietly to the door
and tried it. 1t was Open He slipped in
side and without hothering about ethics.
tackled the "telegrapher." whose back
was turned. without warning.
The man uttered an OATH and a moment
later the reporter had cause to congratu-
late himself on his action for he whipped
out : small, but wicked. automatic pistol,
and was evidently fully prepared TO
use it,
Thereat Tommy dropped all fnesse,
shifted the half-Nelson he had secured for
a jiu-jitsu arm-hold. and was just going
to fracture the arm when the automatic
clattered to the floor and the man yielded,
half fainting. Breathing heavily for 1t
had been a lively tussle. the reporter
secured the weapon, and a moment later
had trussed up the swearing. evil-eyed
crook with some handy Irvine and length
" 6aS~ Nose. DiIallAS AlTl TO Chalr.
Then he dropped the pistol into his
pocket anG went to the window. Below,
three stories down. Cadogan and his men
were Just turning into the street The
chief Of detectives looked up. and Grant
waved his hand They would go straight
up to the fake pool-room on the fourth
floor, and It was up to Grant to be there
% keep Porcuptne from getting arrested
lie was just turning to the door when
a thdd from the direction Of the brass
tube arrested his attention. He went at
once to investigate. opened panel and
took out a short brass cylinder with
buffers at each end. And this contained
Porcupine's poke the fat leather wal
let still stuffed full of big billsl Grant
whistled.
And now II you'n kindly pass that
over here" said a soft voice behind him
The reporter started and turned, to face
Helen the Mouse and a very business-like
revolver.
Come on" she said impatientiy, and
after look at her eyes he obeyed 1t
was that or death
The young woman backed out OF the
room, calmly ignoring the pleas and
threats OF the bound ''telegrapher." and
locked the door behind her, At the same
moment Grant heard feet pounding down
the stairs and Porcupines excited voice
crying, "Das yoint bane pinched,''
Quick, the eIevatorr Grant heard
Helen respond He attacked the door.
but 1t was securely locked, and he sprang
to the window
A ledge ran along the face OF the build
ing and Grant stepped out on 1t without
hesitation and made his way. hugging the
wall 10 the next window. which led into
the hallway 1t was open, and the re
porter sprang inside just in time to be
too iate-the elevator was disappearing be-
low the floor level.
What's the natter" cried aCadogan.
half way down the stairs.
They're making a getaway" snapped
Grant. looking wildly around. A reel of
heavy fre-hose hung beside the window,
and the reporter leaped for IL with a
whoop OF JOY. Here, brake this foF me,
and we'll beat them TO it,
Cadogan cried out in horror as Cant
seized the nozzle and got out of the win
dow. but was too late to stop him. Grant
took o. firm grip of the nozzle with the
hose trailing behind him, and dropped
He shot down with sickening velocity,
the reel squealing above, and landed safe
ly on the sidewalk just in time to halt
with the automatic Porcupine. Helen and
her lieutenant as they hurried out of the
front door.
4 few minutes later Porcupine received
back his poke from the womans hand
bag, and watched in amazement as she
and her gang were marched away You
vas right" he mourned to the grinning
reporter "she bane no lady" Then his
face lighted But bane win two hundred
dollars on de first race, 30 come on-ve
skoIl do de town.