Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-03-21

found out who owned it,
oddly enough" answered Lamar. the
same idea occurred to me But as ] was
/ on foot and as the car was doing an
easy thirty miles an hour. and as there
wasn't a taxi in sight. | didn't see any
way TO follow il very far
so YOU let il get away: Lord. but
Get away? Not quite I took its num-
Der. lust as il disappeared i'm a little
hurricane OF gasoline smoke. and yell
low dust Let me look over your state
auto license numbers Wen easily
enough get il that way
, Here YOU are" said Allen. producing
the book What was the number Of!
| J-ncerencniously j man pushed his
lway past the 6oOrkeeper and into the
lhaIIowed room of the chief Of police.
Allen glanced up angrily, at the inter
Eruption. Then he forced civil smile
to his lips as he recognized George
IGrant-with whom ne had once had bust
ness dealings and with whom he might
at any unlucSy time be forced to do
business again.
"Chief,r burst out Grant without so
much as returning the others saluta-
ton "Tve been robbed. While I was
in my vault just now, the door was shut
on me ancna lot of notes of people who
owed me money We're stolen out Of my
desk"
Lamar. TO whom tales of robbery
we're and old story. moved back TO the
window, taking the license book with
/ him. He was more interested in trac-
/ ing the automobile number than in list
/ ening TO a loan-sharks tale or woe.
Grant Numbered on:
| MY clerk says he saw a yelled wom-
an go into my office. She was seen
coming out again with a handful OF
| documents bound UP in a rubber band.
/ And when 1 went down to my car" he
continued in mounting excitement,
shed stolen that. too And my chauf-
| feur''
"Oh. come, come" laughed the chief.
stole your car and chauffeur"
ITS true. I want that car traced.
Send out an alarm for il at once, please.
1t cost me $500 three months ago. I
what was the NUMBER asked the
chief, taking out pencil and drawing
a scratch-pad toward him.
The number of my car? 1t was
12s.6s4.".
The deuce il was." cried Lamar,
/ forward. You're sure of that? Sure?"
of course 1 am. It's my car. Its
number Is 1864. Why? Do you know
anything about it,
Disregarding the question. Lamar
produced a card and handed it to Chief
Allen
That's the number 1 jotted down.
he said. The number of the car with
4 the Red Circle woman in H."
"126,694!" read the chief
! What's that? What THAR remand
ed Grant eagerly What are you talk
/ ing about, you two? How did you get
my license number on that card?'
Brusquely he snatched the card from
the chief. II slipped from his awkward
fingers as he grasped it, and fell TO the
floor beneath the window sill.
Grant stopped to pick il up. As he
rose his gaze fell on the busy street
| just outside, with its hurrying traffic
l on sidewalk and asphalt At the same
I moment a big automobile wriggled out
I OF the. vehiele-jam and flashed past the
window. Grant gave one incredulOus
I look, then bawled:
There's my car. There il is. now!
/ See?a
Tie two others sprang to his side,
/ just in time to see the number at
the back Of the fast-receding automo-
bile.
Come on" exclaimed the chief as
he bolted from the room with Lamar
and Grant at his heels.
At the outer entrance of police head
/ quarters motorcycle policeman was
/ dismOunting.
Follow that car" ordered the chief
That limousine there. The number
\ 126.964. Get it. Arrest the chauffeur
and hold the Gar till we get there. Don't
let any one get out of it,"
His final instructions were fairly
screamed. for the fleet motorcycle was
I already under way. In the alley at the
side OF police headquarters a depart
mental automobile was waiting. The
chief gave a swift command to its
browsing chauffeur then jumped into
the tonneau, Lamar and Grant piling in
after him.
off whizzed the car in the wake Of
the motorcycle. which was with diff
Guilty keeping on the track of the stolen
Limousine. The limousines occupants
seemed to know they were followed, for
the big machine put on a new burst of
/ speed that carried it along in a cloud
of its own dust and sent il around cor
ners on two wheels. ..
"Of course they know we're after
EN-" said the chief. in answer to a
query from Grant. why shouldn I
they? People that steal a car are sure
TO keep a good lookout behind. And
when they see a cycle-cop and a depart
mental auto coming after 'em, they know
II d NeSE VI SbCCu Up VI De plllCueu.
It's even money some traffic man will
stop 'em i'm short order if they keep
up that pace through busy streets"
As il the same thought had occurred
20 the runaways. the car swung peril
ously around another corner and down
a residential boulevard.
Motorcycle and department car fol-
lowed. Twenty seconds later. they had
come TO a Earring standstill alongside
the automobile they sought. 1t was
standing near the entrance of a small
| park. The chauffeur was i'm his seat.
uncOncerned. as though i'm front of his
own employers door.
Lamar and the chief tumbled out OF
their car before it had fairly stopped
and they ran at top speed toward the
captured limousine. One on each side,
they jerked open the limousines doors.
Each encountered the others face peer
ing I'm at the opposite doors.
The tonneau of the limousine was
empty.
Grant was dancing in fury and shak-
ing his fist ut his mildly surprised
chauffeur.
What dye mean by it," he shrieked.
f"What'n blazes dye mean by il. Grav-
ices-
..Mean by what stammered the
chauffeur.
Running off this way with my car.
You're
= didn't stoutly denied Garvice.
You said to-
II said to- said to- Are YOU