Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-02-12


5laekie Was Still Snoring, and They
Threw Water In His Face to Rouse
Him.
at last had its way. Mr.. Daw stun
bled to the old horsehalr couch, pillow
ed his head on the hard wooden arm
and had started to snOre before he
could cross his arms.
BY George 1t was nearly Q o'clock.
Walllngford had to get to the bank.
suppose they left Daw here for half
nn hour or so? Mr.. Hutch looked to
the right; he looked to the left; he
looked at Mr. Daw. He shook Mr.
Daw again--a Iifeless lump, except for
that even, unbrokcn snore. Perhaps 1t
would be best to let Mr.. Daw recuper-
ate from his intense fatigue.
After the spring latch had clicked
the slumberer snored on and on for a
solid two minutes; then he suddenly
opened his bright black eyes, grlnned,
jumped up and bolted the door, AS
swiftly and as silently as Il cat he
crossed to the safe, stopped down and
took hold Of the knob with his long
sensitive fingers. He turned the knob
slowly, his head cooked sidewisc his
ears listening intently for the click of
| the tumblers, and when at last tue
door swung gently open there came on
his face II smiling bentitude which was
almost angelic.
Blackie Daw was still snoring when
his companions returned to the office
and after pouring water on his face
and finding that he was totally use.
less for the purposes Of entertainment
they took him to Wallingford's hotel
to lay him away, and Onion Jones
came anxlously out Of his concealment
in Jlm's dressing room as Mr.. Hutch
departed from Jims parlor.
Rough stuff wins" exulted BIaclde,
raising from the bed with one jerk and
exhibiting an astounding case Of quick
recuperatiOn. 81 had the time Of my
life burgllng, If were younger I'd
20 into the business"
"Aw, cheese!" grunted Onion Jones
Is this guy alive or deadY
"IIes pink meat reported Blackie.
It's romance. Hollow Hutch's
only business is the estate Of the late
Amos Lundy. Percy gets $1,000 a
year for that. And he's been spending
$4,000 a year. which he is supposed
to be sending the heir one Richard
Lundy."
where's RichardE" inquired Wal.
ingford-" "deadY
Nobody knows; but it's strong
chance. The first quarterly remittance
was returned from South Africa Eve
years ago. Hutch held back the check
until three more were returned; then
he cashed them, and he hasn't worked
since, His steal from the Warden cs
tate was a side bet"
what cinch| Onion Jones
groaned.
Wallingford lit a fat black cigar and
sat down to smile
81 knew this fellow was crook the
minute laid eyes on him. he OBJ
served.
you couldn't make Il mistake out at
that track" glumly put In Onion Jones
Get to II, fellows, Talk about the
money. want TO get used to the
sound"
1T looks easy" ]. Rufus pufred con
tentedly How much is there left
of the estate, Blackler
"Only little over lfty thousand
Hutch has been dipping in on the CAPT
'al to pay himself that ten thousand Q
year"
"A llttle over Gtty thousand, ehE
tousldercd Wallngford "Well, we cat
ave that much Of the Lundy estat,
from crooked administrators. Il
Richard turns out to be dead Hutcl
win have to hand over the fortune It
the state and 20 to the pen for what
he STOLE and lf Richard turns out t.
be alive Hutch will have to hand ovei
The fortune to Richard and 80 to TIL,
pen for what he stole"
THE scoundrel" grlnned Blackle.
"Sayr Onion Jones suddenly sat u
and mopped his head agltatedly. On
ion was seldom afflicted with an idea
but when he got one he was a firm be
| lever IN It, "Did this squlnt eyed rum
,vor see the missing helrT"
"Nlxw Blaeklc tossed over tadeJ
etter ~ held this out Jim, becaus,
he signature might be useful"