Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-06-22


The key he gave to Christy, with a
few whispered words of explanation.
the closing words of which were: "It
is entirely harmless, Christy. He will
wake up tomorrow noon without the
least sensation of having been doped.
had to do it in order to carry out
my plans"
"Pincher just telephoned again."
Christy remarked.
"Well?"
Baxter and Marline have Just
gone into Bobcat Ricketts, hide-out, in
Fourth Street."
Good. 1t is working all right"
"He and Cracker are both on the
watch"
Good again."
Over at Ricketts, "hide-out," as
Christy had called it, the yegg had
been waiting since the early after
noon of the preceding day.
His nervousness and trepidation
had increased with each hour he wait
ed, because of the letter he had writ
ten and posted while on his way there
from Crewe's, because Of the certainty
that Baxter, to whom the letter had
been addressed, would appear there to
see him; because Baxter had been
such long time in replying to 1t in
person as had been requested, and
because of the dire consequences that
would follow If Crewe should arrive
while Baxter was there and find them
together.
And Bobcat felt certain that Crewe
would show up that night, since he
had not done so the preceding one.
Baxter made his appearance shortly
after midnight, and Marline was with
him.
They ascended the stairs softly,
Baxter scratched against the door in
a peculiar manner with his thumbnail,
1t opened instantly. and they passed
inside into utter darkness. Nobody
uttered sound.
the gas. 1t revealed Bobcat Rickett
standing with his back against the
door, half-crouching, white and
frightened.
What time is it," he demanded
before either of the officers could
speak.
Its a quarter past twelve, or
maybe little more, Bubcat," Marline
replied. We've got time enough.
Well get out before he comes. Say,
you're the yellowest stoolpigeon
ever knew"
81 amt either. I'm only dead
scared of Crewe. So are you. and so
Is Baxter, If anybody should ask you."
was the quick retort.
"Well, drop that. Bax got your
letter only about an hour ago, r we'd
have been here last night. Where's
this play goin' to be made? What's
doin'?"
81 dunno what 1t Is only that
Crewe's comm here as soon as he
closes up, an I'm to take my best and
lightest tools with US when we go
out"
Didn't he let drop nothin' else?"
Baxter demanded.
"No; so help me. he didn't. Just
that. But you have promised me,
FAX, and you. too, Mari, that if ever
l could frame it SOS to get anything
on Crewe, you'd let up on me. Well,
here is your chanst.
"Crewe's goin' to do something to-
night, r he wouldn't have made that
date with me, would he? If you two
bulls can't trail along and find out
what is it, after what I've told you
that amt MY fault"
What do you think Of 1t, Marl?"
Baxter asked his partner.
"It looks good to me, Bax," was the
reply. IT'S workin' out fine. Wen
get Crewe tonight, and get him right.
Say, Rickett, can't you stow one of
us away somewhere? I'd like to hear
what Crewe's got to say when he gets
here"
The stool-pigeon's eyes dilated with
terror.
81 wouldn't dast," he replied In
stantly. "Id rather chuck the hull
thing right now than do that. And
anyhow Crewe won't say any more to
me here than he said in his own bar
room.
II won't know where we're goin
till we get there. That's cinch
And f'r the love of Pete, get out now!
He's likely to be here any minute
He's always ahead of time; that Is his
long suit. And sayI II he should find
you two bulls here with me-"
Words utterly failed the stool
pigeon. Terror at the very thought
of such a climax appalled, him.
The two officers could see that he
was trembling and they grinned in ap
probation of the fact. A policeman
despises stool-pigeon almost as in
tensely as fellow crook hates one.
They nodded to each other and
moved toward the door.
y2uI - a. a.