The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-05-29

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"Oh, that's sport. The odds are
even; give and take. That's the
phase which makes it possible for
me to keep up front when l shave
myself. But some of them have
found me out, and have threaten
ed me. That's why I am home
now. I've got to lie low for a
while"
| Let me tell you what the real
trouble is. Gran. You don't know
but l do"
| Solemnly went through the
mimicry of casting a line, or pay
ing out. of striking, of playing,
and all that rigamarole so dear
to the fisherman's heart. Gran
ford grinned.
"Homing Dock" went on,
"and Fox, Grenadier, and the
Creek. And don't forget Pidgin
island, with the bar that goes
northerly and the ledge where
the old sockdolagers lie in wait
for club and sinner and crab.
What?"
Il know more about that coun-
try in one minute than you'd
learn in 20 years"
"Right-o!" I admitted. "And
why the dickens don't you skip
town tonight and stay up there till
the middle of October? Wire old
Uncle Billy. and tomorrow at this
time you'll be eating boned bass
and green corn and washing 1t
down with the finest coffee ever
brewed."
'Ill do it," said Crawford. "In
go tonight. Clean out my soul up
there in the open. | wonder why
didn't think of it,"
| ] babe Crawford good-by at the
subway. And as | had nothing to
do with this strange tale, save to
push Crawford into it, I'll say
goodbye to you, too. Exit, then,
first person, singular, perpendicu-
lar. Enter, several villains, and
lstrife and turmoil, and peace and
calm, and roseate romance.
!
In a bedroom of one of the gilt
terclutter hotels on Broadway
there sat a man, deep of chest,
powerful of frame. A workaday
chap, he was; no hawk bleak, no
sweeping black mustache. His
face was commentary on the best
of cooks. ~
| However, just now it was not a
pleasant face to look upon. From
time to time he nursed the band
aged leg propped by several pill
lows. I'D.
Get him, l say; get him. He's
one of the swell vultures. Go for
him; break him." h.. r.,
How" asked the young man
by the window. 10.
! Haven't you got any brains?"
The young man turned. His
brown eyes were as hard and cold
as the blue ones of the older man.
1t was handsome, lean, well-bred
face, first glance; but scrutiny re-
vealed an astonishing number of
flaws.
What you want done is to
break him, socially"
| Break him socially" snarled
the older man. Hes a bachelor.
You can't break that kind, social
lly."
| The young man shrugged.
Find out If he has been hold
ing up any of his friends. Get
positive facts that he is connected
with the customs. II he Is on the
level, he's had to give away his
friends. Tip them off. They will
not have that kind of a man in
their clubs. Shut doors in his
face. That's the gaff he'll twist
on"
mot bad idea"
Thanks. Eight thousand gone
to glory. Wouldn't let me pay
duty. Confiscated them; and
your swell gets his fifty-fifty for
his little game of I-spy. If
hadn't broken this leg! And this
other affair coming off, with me
here like a dead man."
| Meantime Crawford went direct
i ly to his apartments. He had ar
rived in America only the day be-
fore. He found his man taking
off the sheets from the furniture.
Don't bother, Warran, about
fixing the rooms. I have decided
to go up to the lake and fish for
three or four weeks"
Eyes, sir. You'll be taking your
guns, sir?"
might as we'll. And slip in the
automatic while you're about 1t.
It's some sport potting cans and
bottles"
"I'll attend to everything, sir.
What time shall I meet you at the
station"
Somewhere around midnight.
Train leaves at H."
Just before you came a man
called" F.,
"Who?"
"He wouldn't give his name,
sir. Letter of introduction he
said" ,f
Describe him."
| SLENDER, rather dark, medium
height, good hands, clean-shayen,
with a little white scar on the left
side of his chin"
Crawford unused for space.
Cant place him. Dash 1t,
Warren, you and I are beginning