The Yale expositor., 1916-12-21
FIFTEENTH EPISODE
The Double Resurrection.

AS Legar leaned back in the dim
seclusion of his smoothly running
limousine he permitted his scar-ray-
aged features the rare luxury Of
twisted smile.
Behind that leeripg face the active
brain was marshaling certain past
events and generating certain future
schemes. One fact was indisputable
in the past two men had blocked
him at every turn. These enemies
were now out of the way-they were
dead.
The limousine purred steadily
southwark through the deepening
shadows of the almost deserted ave-
nue.. 1t turned into a mean side street
and drew up beside the curb, well
beyond the range Of the sputtering arc
light.
Two skulking figures sidled out Of
q gloomy areaway and approached the
limousine as Legar got out. These
worthless, answering to the appella-
tions of Red Eagan and One-Lamp
Louie. were of that primordial tY.te
brute force. So it was that Red
Eagan, mistaking Legar's twisted
smile for something approaching good
humor, attempted an unusual degree
OF familiarity.
Say, gov'nor, / don't want t. raise
a holler, but that swell buzz wagon
must eat up pile of swag."
Legar replied curtly, with darken-
ing face.
You'll get yoor share of the stuff,
Eagan, no more and no less. But
there are times when that kind of
talk might prove unhealthy, and the
sooner the fact penetrates your thick
skull the better"
The trio cautiously approached a
ruinous old Washington Square man.
sion, and slipping into this dubious
rabbit warren, crossed the hall, dimly
lit by one sickly gas jet. AS they
started up the stairs, slender, heav-
fly yelled young woman came hastily
out of one of the rooms on the top
floor. She leaned for a moment over
the rickety balustrade, striving to
pierce the half gloom enshrouding the
identity of the oncoming visitors.
Wheeling about the young woman
darted swiftly through one of the half
dozen doors of the hallway. Her
refuge proved to be a windowless
walled room cluttered with dilapidated
trunks and useless relics OF bygone
dodgers.
From the depths of an ancient cab
met, the yelled stranger drew forth
a telephone helmet. AS she quickly
adjusted the microphones over her
ears she heard the sound OF voices.
The voices restrained and low-toned
at first, rapidly became loud and quar-
relsome.
The angry tones were those Of Jules
Legar and Red Eagan. The storm
of heated words centered about the
heavy iron safe standing in one cor
ner of the room. Up to a compare
lively short time ago this safe had
been the receptacle of certain valu-
ables looted by Red Eagan and One
Lamp Louie. under Legar's directions,
from palatial upper Fifth avenue
residence The safe door now stood
open-its contents scattered promis-
cuously about the floor, but of the
Van Horn family plate there was no
trace.
The guy what cracked this crib
had the inside dope for sure" was
Red Eagan's muttered comment.
Are you trying to insinuate this
is a plan to double-cross you and
Louie?" queried Legars
II amt insinuatin' nothin',' was the
others surly response, "but who else
was hep to where the stuff was
eaited?"
The answer Red Egan received was
both prompt and affective. A heavy
iron prutectiie caught him neatly on