Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-06-01

Crewe did not move. The express
sion of his face did not change. But
he asked his assistant question that
sounded odd under the circumstan-
oes.
"Christy," he said in tone that
was entirely calm and half.amused.
"did You feed the pigeons tonight?"
"Yes, sir" Christy replied.
"Guying me, are you?" Much
more demanded.
Dear me, no, lieutenant" Crewe
returned smilingly. But l am very
fond of my pigeons"
Well, L" The electric lights in
the place "winked." That is, they
went out and flashed on again instant
ly. What the blazes was that?" the
lieutenant exclaimed. Ibid you do
that, Crewe?"
81? How could do it? They've
been winking like that good deal
lately. Just about this time, too"
Crewe glanced about the room.
What he saw seemed to satisfy him.
Christy was at the far end of it. Two
or three of the patrons were unosten
tatiously taking their departure.
Sindahr was seated at a table not
far away with the irons still on his
wrists. Bunting had returned to the
bar beside Muchmore. The lights
winked again.
"You were going to ask me some
questions, lieutenant" Crewe re-
marked. what were they?"
This is one of them, Crewe.
saw you tonight when you left the
building where the artist Moreaux has
his studio. You had key that fitted
the lock on the door. too. What were
you doing there?"
II had been passing the evening
with some friends"
You lie! You had been waiting for
Moreaux. Now /"
stop" Crewe's voice was sharp,
incisive, but was not raised; and he
added coldly: 1T isn't safe to use that
expression in addressing me, Lieu
tenant Muchmore. Don't do it again"
you dare to threaten me?" Much
more demanded angrily. II have
more than half mind to serve you
the same way have served the mira
Gle worker"
81 don't think would attempt that
II l were you," Crewe said mildly.
and yet there was something in the
very mildness Of it that compelled
the lieutenant to hesitate.
you've got something in common
with the artist, Crewe," he said cross
ly. You are hand in glove with him.
want to know what it is all about" ="
Crewe made no reply.
Things happened tonight at a
house where was present and where
that artist was present also. Articles
of value were stolen. / am pretty GER
tain that you know something about
It, too.
Anyhow, I'm going to invite you
to walk down to headquarters with
me where you can tell the inspector
all about it. You're not under arrest,
understand" he added with a grim
bHile. lulS iS mtTtly d Courteous
invitation"
Thanks" said Crewe; and at that
Instant the lights went out-and
stayed out.
For moment there was silence
while all present seemed to wait for
them to flash on again. Then the front
door was heard to close with bang,
and something metallic fell to the
floor beside the two officers.
Another moment passed and the
lights flashed on again-and the two
officers found themselves looking
wildly about them, and then staring
blankly into each others faces.
The place was deserted save for
themselves and Christy, who was
placidly wiping glasses behind the
lar. The chair that Sindahr had occu-
pied was vacant. He was gone, and
on the floor at their feet was the
pair of handouts which had bound
him, still locked.
Even Crewe himself had disap-
peared.
"WeIl, I'll be" Muchmore began
and stopped. "Christy. come here!"
CHAPTER ~.
The Many.Sided Crewe.
"Where is Crewe Christy?" Much