The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1916-12-11

Mr. u;cnacl Srcau stood with legs
far apart hands deep IN MS trousGLS
pockets and head Il little upon one sue
like Il reflective cock sparroM: ne , mid
figure, and beyond a Taste i'll cocktaiis
he was entirely In Keeping win Inc
other clients In til" most eAciuSl't ny
dropathic establishments IN INC hoi u"
of England.
As he FASTENED q cigar 10 the north,
western angle of his rattlap mouth arg
beneyuIrntly watched the traffic through
the revolving doors quick man mig H.
have observed something Ike ShauuM
pass across his face To- man c,Mc
land Yard detective some three hundreu
miles due north Of London was dlscon-
certing lie wondered what miHhl naP
non next hut hc was too hardened u
surprises 10 show IT, III
II was annoying to Paxton also. ne
was interested in Brean. but he had hau
no desire to meet him SO promptly on
arrived Nevertheless he grinncd under
his waXed mustachc and moved acros"
the parQuct flooring.
uiaily and thrust out a heavy hand.
"Hrllo, MIR, Paxton" Bran contrivod
IN infect clad cordiality into his voice
when did YOU got down: - YOU want
lust in. Como and have drink;
Anvwhrrr we can talk for len minutes
~>''
It had all begun min" months before,
when & man supposed t. no Mr.. iure,
Alton from Columbus. Ohio. struck Lon
don IN - pleasure trip. Mr.. Rupert AItnn
was. Of course, tho millionaire president
Of tho Alton Car Syndicate. az inc "statc
agents whom the visitor apnroaCneu 10y
n Temporary town residence caSll! !oul'u
from his references II seemed 10 mem
= disnensatiun Of Providence on thcir
behalf. since SirAdolf Lrnney's Con
rau rht Square house was i'll their haNuS
and no ono but millionaire c"ulu I"L.n'
hitting tenant even for three moh'hS'
Two months later. the real Mr. Rupert
Alton was exceedingly annoyed when Il
couple Of plain clothes officers LneH,-
ing him outside the Savoy Hotel. polRr'|
hut firmly requested his company 10 me
nearest police station. Then II was lnaI
lo-AmerIcau friendlincss was STRAIN
CT to its limits. for the second MT Al
ton proved to he veritablc millionaire
His "uamcsakc" had, It seemed. Weedch
Sir Adolf's rare and costly furnlture
from attic to cellar. selling ~ 81 duc-
ton rooms in London.
Alton kicked Scotland Yard; and Scn'-
lanR Yard in It's own impcrturhaole iaSh-
ion said: This Is Hungry Mike again
TO get him. Paxton"
dropped out of sight. Paxton pigeon
hpled his dossier and waited. There was
no sense in piling up expense S"otlahn
Yard does not forget. and II knew that
now tho search had been started u
would become automatic. Sooner mr. lat
or. Mike. if he were alive was bouho
to renppcar.
And he had rcappcarcd. An alert con-
stable at Harrowton had noticed that Inc
description and photograph of Hunsry
Mike correspondent to those Of Mr.. Mich
ael Brcan. And next day, swift as an
express train could take him. Detective
Inspector Paxton descended on his prey
ing the trim lawn the two men had their
drinks. What gets me" said MT.
Rrean. rs he set down his glass and let
his eyes wander slowly from the window
to his captor. lis what you want me lot:
There isn't thing that can think or.
particular hurry.
"No?" he said. blandly interrosattvc.
though his confidence extended no fur
Their than the back Of his tongue. There
ever met, Mike, when you had done any
thing"
Rream leaned forward a triRe annro-
hcnsively. "Well( Is thcre?" he demand
1T looks pretty bad for you. Mike"
said tho other vaguely. If"
4 stronger minded man tina Michael
Brean might have found a French win
dow to resist in the ctrcum stances. Ths
two men moved simultaneously. but
Mike had e. shade the start and tho table
was between the detective and tn" win
dow. II was over in u second. For SOU
venirs Paxton held shap"lr brown
broguc shoe and cut lip. while Mike
was halfway across the lawn, chucklinG
inwardly.
The Inspector made no attempt 70 pus-
suit: He stood calmly applying first aid
to his injured lip with Il handkerchief.
and something like a grin stole over his
textures as. as Mike swerrSd into r path
Rugged him with fcrvor:
THE devil" said Mike diScustodly.
resiKning himself with no attempt at a
struggle. Il might have guessed IT. No
need to squeeze me to death, old son. IL
you do 1ovc me-
Ills new captor scientifically locked
arms and pushed the prisoner back
through an interested group OF spccta-
tors. Paxton met them.
Good for you. Weston he comment
ed. Say. Mike. you dent really believe
YOU could get away like that. did you"
| didn't think you'd fall for such fool
ishness:" He surveyed the group which
surrounded them. where's the manager
are police officers. Can You show lis
this mans ROOM"
What are you arrcstlng him for
demanded tho manager. He was little
SHpCheN " the lnOuSut ludl HIS tACIu-
sive establishment had unwittinely har-
bored q man wanted" by the police.
1t was Weston who replied. Theft OF
furniture" he said shortly
Brean CAPPED. Theft Of furniturc""
he repeated. and there was relief in his
voice. Why. l thought--hcre. Mr. Wes-
ton. you needn't hang on to me like.
I'm not trying any more getaways"
Paxton regarded his face, attentively.
why. Mike" he said. what did you
think you were wanted for?"
Rreans eyes met his. grave and stolid.
Espionage. Of course" he retorted.
Didn't you hear that ! was a German
spy: I've got plans OF the new pump
room in the soles OF my shoes at this
very moment. Think want 10 be shot
in the Tower dtch?"
You're funny dog. arn't you?"
growied Weston. shut up"
No further temptations were put in
Mikes way, for hdndcuffs decorated his
wrists and the two local officers who
had been waiting with Weston At
strategic points outside the hydro were
present while the criminal intelligence
department searched his baggage.
pity you had all this long journey
for nothing" he commented. The trou-