Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-12-01

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Lamar as the matron left the room.
And her address. I'll send two men
yer to her home"
He took the blank from his secre-
tary and tried the point of his foun-
tain pen.
Alma La Sale he repeated after
Lamar, ""3O1 Quincy street. Holt,
send Quinn and Mulligan over. Tell
them to do a good job-rush it-and
beat 1t back here as quickly as they
| can"
There was a knock on the door, a
few minutes later. 1t was opened in
obedience to the chiefs Come in"
Alma stood framed in the doorway,
her face still as insolently naughty
as when Lamar had first spoken to
her.
The chief eyed her steadily. 1t was
a type he knew we'll. Very difficult to
shake in giving testimony, very sharp
tongued. The only salvation lay in
getting this woman furiously angry.
He had found that rage loosens the
tongues of most women.
Manner" he said before she had q
chance to collect herself.
"Oh, you know my name" she an
swered viciously. What do you sup
pose | think you two have been doing
in here all this time-having a kaffee
klatsch?"
Lamar moved forward to intervene,
but Allen waved him back.
Il think l can handle this young
woman" he said easily. III l can
make her understand, in the first
place, that I'll Jail her Immediately
unless she answer my questions
straight and as soon as l put them.
Name?" he repeated, significantly.
Alma La Salle."
1--WE seen you here before, haven't
II"
"You have not" this very emphat-
ically.
mo? l may be mistaken.
thought l had. What we're you doing
at Surfton?"
Wasn't at Surfton. Never heard OF
the place."
"Well, of course the transfer that
you have in your bag, punched Surf
ton may be part of a collection. ]
hardly thought So" drawled Lamar.
81 tell you I've never been there"
she maintained with angry persist.
ence.
well, we'll let that go as it u.s.
said the chief suavely. You're an
attractive woman, Miss La Sale. How
is it that you are not married?"
"Who says I'm not?"
ooh, so you are. Then why are you
living alone in an apartment where
you're known as Miss La Salle?"
as that anyone's business?"
Il choose to make 1t mine. How dc
you get your living, Miss La Salle?"
II have an income"
From what sort Of investments
Observation-Disclosures"
"Er-mortgages."
"Ah, the safest sort of an invest
incorporating they are first mort
cages. So that's where your income
comes from?'
you two think you're putting me
through the third degree, don't you
NNhy yn,,rn n hynoh IF onotQ11rc
Make me break down? Lord! .Yol
haven't even got my goat!"
"Oh, | think we have that, all right,
Lamar remarked with aggravatin'
calm. Now, I'm going to tell you
few things. We've had you trailed TO
forty-eight hours. Yes, that gets III
der the skin, Ell? And all we want t
know is why you take the trouble t
paint red circles on your hand whe.
you operate so cleverly without then
What's the use of doing things that
help spot you-eh?"
Alma looked at him with an amuse
smile.
You may be talking sense" she r
marked CONTEMPORARY. But to m
it sounds like they'd just let you o,
of a bat factory"
a, "You don't know anything abo,
= Red Circles"
II do not"
y The door opened suddenly. Ty
, men, one in uniform. entered al
- placed a, suitcase on the chiefs des
Alma started forward in her chair.
Yes, it's yours" soothed Lama
. 1--WE won't injure any of your thing
We just want to take a look. They
Just brought it from your rooms"
80 Lamar opened the suitcase. I
=. pulled out soft piles of silk linger
:, and tossed them on the desk.
:, Say, have a heart the way y,
:. handle those things" Alma said shal
- ly. They cost money"
"You bet they do" Lamar answer
- the command. Those first mortgag
r. are certainly good to you"
If His hand closed on somethi
OF smooth and cold. He dragged it c
from between the folds of an embro
or cred kimono. 1t was a paint box!
fumbled as he opened it, because
." did not want to take his eyes off
mas face. He was surprised to Fl
nv that there was not a culver Of an e
be lash.
ed Once open, he held up the box
,r the light hit the surface Of the lit