The Washington times., 1916-01-31

others go through the building. cellar
to roof I'm going back for another
look around the shop. TIN he worth
while. II can find what ! want.
Find what you want" snarlingly
mimicked Tom Dunn. when did fly
detective ever find anything"
'That'll do for you" roared one Of
his captors. shaking him to gasping ST.
lence.
I'm sorry to see you boys so rough
alumnus," reproved Max. but I'd be a
lot sorrier II he hadn't called me a
detective. My tough friend. I'm crime
specialist. Not a"
roSr. AT Lay dG%n G.nc, sGaPPsS 81, PePs,D PTPn SmS.
Boneheads, the lot of you.r We"
quite right" assented Max. re-
straininG a dual impulse of the police
men to manhandle the prisoner still
further quite right, my successful
eell-candidate. We are a lot Of bone
heads. Most human beings are. But
when l see where your cleverness has
landed you-and where its going to
land you-why, I'm content to keep on
being a bonehead. Boneheads stay on
the right side of the bars longer than
young fellows who are too clever for
their own good. Take him along. Of
ficer. You others search the house.
A minute later Lamar was back In
the wrecked cobbler shop. He had re.
IlCHiDGTtu lHe SHOt llldl ndu ldNNlCe
when he so idly played with 1t on his
visit to Sam the previous day. And he
set to work looking for it,
One disreputable piece of footgear af
ter another, he picked up from the
heap in the corner of the room. AnC
at last he found the shoe he sought.
He recognized It by the fact that one
Of its laces had three times been broker
and that the breaks had been mendeC
by queer granny knots" He had care
I,K Aa haA
to and fro by the end of its knotteC
lace.
with an awl he pried loose the run
down heel. 1t was hollow. Empty
though the hollow now was, 1t CORE
| sponded In every way with that in the
shoe. Alma La sale had been carrying
under her arm when she was arrested.
mo sign of Eagan, either in thi
building or the next" reported a police
man. coming in as Max stood eXamin
"Pienty Of signs of him here
though" answered Lamar. holding VI
the shoe: I've found what 1 was look
ing for"
Were you just looking Tor a worn
out shoe?' asked the officer suspect
worth cents as junk"
Mop queried Max, perhaps not
as junk. But. as a jewel casket, /
has held a good many thousand dol
| lOrS worth OF gems, or L miss m.
| guess. Anyhow, it's the link ! neede,
to connect Smiling Sam Eagan will
| the series of jewel thefts that hav
been bothering you people. This oil
| scent bit of junk will send San
over the road for a five-year stretch
when we get our hands on him. Tn
going back TO headquarters. Com
along. There's no use wasting an
more time in this cage. The bird
flown. It's up to us to get the ne
| spread for him"
Ten minutes later Chief Allen wa
listening autentiVely to Max Lamar
story Fifteen minutes later the fol
! lowing message was on its way L
| every town in the state;
Wanted for IIuFEIuFy and 70
"Fenee" Works samuel Engan, ALA
"SmIIInE sam"
"WeII have the city scraped TO
him, too, of course" added the CHIEF
turning back TO Lamar but therel
not much use in that. Hes too slicl
to hang around here. He'll beat
for the nearest out-of-town hidin
place and lie low there till it's SAT
to travel farther. ! know Sans wayi
Our ONLY hope is TO send these 'dode
rrs' around, on the "hanC" some iav
| burg Unstable may recognize him."
CONTINUED Tomorrow