The Washington times., 1916-02-18
CONTINUED from. Yesterday.,

ll/w ~ THAT'S tn mather via TN
l'A/ little dago7'' the larger OF
wv the two inquired OF his
side partner. whats tn
mather wild ye, Pat7' he demanded OF
the terror-stricken Jap.
With his eyes glued TO the large
trunk Yama remained silent. #
Who're ye think yer talkin' tor
scoffed the smaller. Thin min don't
understand language. An there amt
nothin' tn mather wild hin--they're
always !sickly lookin' weeds. thin for
Eyer right. as usually arm" as
scented the other. Now give a shout
| der. me hearty. up wild We on the back
of-holy saints, this boy has q fine
weight on himl Lend an arrum here.
Between them they hoisted the trunk
containing Smiling Sam and carried
II downstairs. Yama heard them
dump II on the tail end Of the wagon
with an awful thud. In minute they
they had taken Mrs. Travis and Mary's
trunks from their rooms they called out
jolly Good night" making wild
threats to the lazy steeds which OBJ
Jected to the increased load.
Up in June's room. Yama ran TO the
window. He intended calling out to
them to stop. But his courage forsook
him. He dropped. trembling into a
chair-not a hero-just a terrified little
feet, faee-up. lay tiny snapshot photo
graph OF Max Lamar, the crime spe-
cislist. evidently dropped by June In
the haste Of departure.
10 know June had kept his likeness
for even an hour would have been balm
to Lamar's soul. In his Office. SUR
rounded by his stuffy old records and
| science books, he had been struggling
all day to rid himself Of the vision OF
pair Of challenging eyes, laughing lips
and crown Of adorable curls.
Her face bobbed at him from behind
] dusty bookshelves. II smiled saucily
from smudged. printSd pages Of police
| records. 1t danced tantalizingly near;
but never within arms reach.
In utter disgust he slammed down a
book on The Defective Cerebellum,'
took his hat and oane from the rack.
| and strolled over to the office of the
chief OF police. The secretary asked
him to wait a moment. During the
the little anteroom.
| The chief came out to greet him.
"Hello-whats up?" he Inquired terse-
ly. at first sight of him. Look all
sSne to pieces; What is 1T stomach.
| oh. I'm worked outl" explained Max
impatiently. These Red Circle cases
have got me going: They make me see
| 'I' don't want to speak to you abou,
on into the office and have a smoke.
l want you to drop these cases for a
while and go to work on the Gordon
affair. The Farwell corporation will
pay heavy blood money to get him back
Cant do it. chief" Lamar answered
without moments hesitation. Jaw
fully sorry-but l can't do It,"
/ Nonsense! Why can't your The
change will give your nerves a rest.
WOODY. Come on. start out on the
1 Gordon case, Lamar"
The crime specialist rose from his
chair and held out his hand.
TO- esef he S saShSE . SSS sS
but I can't handle this Gordon case,
Because I'm going to stick to the Red
Circle until / solve it,
There was knock at the door The
chiefs secretary came In from the out
"The two men you sent down to
Burton on the Gordon case are out
side. They'd like. to see you at once
Lamar reached for his hat. The
mo, / want you to stay and hear
what they have to say. Maybe II will
your h. interest sufficiently ,as yen e
them in, Harry"
The two detectives rushed into the
doorway, each desperately anxious e
tell the exciting story. Lamar smiled
had that same impulsive enthusiasm.
Didn't get a truce Of him down al
Surfton," Boyle, the taller of the two
burst out as he crossed the threshold
Must have had pal down there who
warned him."
And we were coming back to town
disguised with our luck" intercepted
Jacobs, when all OF a sudden I lool