El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1916-01-17

killed Hermann Banf If he don't
come in an hour, it Will be too late.
II he brings anybody with him, he
won't be told anything Leave your
car in the road and walk up the drive.
Hewitt. who had sent away the mes
senger boy, and had been called in to
give expert advice, was enthusiastic
Mr. District Attorney" he cried.
that's no crank letter This Earle
woman is wise. You got to take her
as q serious proposition She wouldn't
make that play if she couldn't get
away with it"
who is she?" asked Wharton.
To TIE police, the detective assured
them. Ida Earle had been known for
years. When she was young she had
been under the protection Of man
high IN the ranks OF Tammany, and,
in consequence, with her different
ventures the police had never inter
fered. She now was proprietress Of
the road-house in the note described
as Kessler's Cafe. It was place Tor
jov-riders. There was a cabaret, a
hall for public dancing, and rooms Tor
very private suppers.
IN so far as it welcomed only those
who could spend money it was eXclu-
sive. hut III an other respects to repu-
tation was of the worst In situation
il was lonely, and from other houses
separated by a quarter OF mile OF
diving trees and vacant lots
The Boston Post Road upon Which II
faced was the old post road, but lately,
through this back yard and dumping
ground of the city, had been relald
It was patroled only and infreQuently
But this continued the detective
eagerly, is where we win out The
rOad-hOuse is an old farmhouse Dullt
over, with the barns changed INTO
garages. They stand on the edge OF
wood It's about as big as a city
block If we come in through the
woods from the rear. the garages VIII
hide US Nobody in the house can see
US. but we won't be a hundred yards
away You've only TO blew a ponce
whistle and Wen be with you
You mean I ought TO goE SAID
Wharton
1t looks to me-" objected Bissell.
like a plot to get you there alone
and rap you on the head"
Not with that note inviting him
there" protested Hewitt, and signed
by Earle herself"
you don't know she signed it?' OBJ
jected the senator.
4 know her" returned the detective.
7 know she's no fool It's her place,
and she wouldn't let them pull any
rough stuff there-nOt against the d
A. anyway"
The D. A. was reading the note.
Might this be itT' he asked sup
pose it's a trick to mix me up in
scandal You say the place is disrepu-
table. Suppose they're planning 10
compromise me just before election
They've tried IL already several times
You've still got the note" persisted
Hewitt 1T proves why you went
there And the senator, too; De can
testify. And We won't be hundred
yards away. And" he added grudg-
ing. you have Nolan"
Nolan was the spoiled chOld OF "the
office He was the district attorney s
pet Although still young, he had
scored as a detective and. as a driver Of
racing-cars- AS WhartOn's chauffeur
he now doubled the parts.
What Nolan testified wouldn't be
any help said Wharton. They would
say it was Just a story he invented TO
save me"
Then square yourself this way.
urged RumsOn. send a note now by
sister Tell them you're going TO Ida
Earle's-and why-ten them you're
afraid its a frame-up, and for them
to keep your notes as evidence And
enclose the one from her"
Wharton nodded in approval. and,
while he wrote, Rumson and the de-
tective planned how. without those in
side the road-house being aware OF
their presence, they might be near It
Kessler's Cafe lay in the Seventy
ninth Police Precinct. In taXi-cabs
proceed down White Plains Avenue,
which parallels the Boston Road, un-
til they were on a line with kessler's,
but from IL hidden by the woods and
the garages A walk Of a quarter OF
z mile across lots and under cover OF
the trees would bring them to within
a hundred yards Of the house.