Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-04-06

ually been new developements,
and as fast as they are obtainable
the Record will see that thery are
printed. Watch for our extra on
the streets.
tossed the paper aside and grin
ned. l could imagine that if Jimmy
Dean saw that he would scent large
niger in the newspaper woodpile.
There had been question in his
eyes when / left him on the car that
morning, and knew that rather than
think the Record bluffiing over their
lame story, he would be on tenter
hooks of dismayed anxiety.
He would know that / had caught
lead he had not landed, and would
be looking for the Dispatch to be
"scooped" again. 1t was up to me
to keep out of his way until the mat
ter was safely in hand.
Well-the office where / sat ap-
peared pretty safe. Still, l couldn't
see why the boy didn't come back. He
had been gone fifteen minutes, and
that appeared long enough to me for
him to have done the errand.
l picked up the paper again and
read some more news.
Then / glanced at the clock and got
up. l began to get nervous. What
| if Mallet wasn't so easy to lead into
a trap as Marion Burton had
thought?
What if, after all, he only gave a
verbal answer and refused a written
one and the boy had to be satisfied
with that?
1t was getting late, and if had to
still try for the sample of his writing
l was going to be in a pretty fix.
l looked up the stairs and watched
for pair of blue clad legs to appear
at their top. But no blue-clad legs
appeared.
Unable to remain inactive for long
er, / went out and climbed the stairs
myself and looked down the street
in the direction of the Herman Build
ing, but could see no sign of my boy.
A hand fell on my arm and / turned
with start to face Tom CIR mt, one
of the regular city men.
"Hello! Why, look who's here!"
he greeted, grinning. "Got job on
the messenger force or what, Glace?
Amt you working for us any more?"
"Can that, Tommy" l told him.
comedy never was in your line, my
son. What's the news?"
81 don't know the answer" said
Grant. "Have you seen the Records
story? Say, isn't that beaut'?"
"You ought to know, as you ap-
parently had hand in its fixing"
taunted. But if you ask me, it cer-
tainly is"
"If you could have done any better
with the scraps we had to work with,
you'd have been a good one," COM
planned Tommy. "Why, Davidson
and | were like clearinghouse
keeper, trying to make hash from last
Sundays roast, writing that story.
After you left us up in the air and
went off on holiday we had to gath
er up any sort of crumb that fell from
the police-table, and nice mess we
made"
"You sure did, Tommy" I assented,
"How did Smithson like the dose?"
"That's the funny part of the
thing" said Grant. "Smithson
ought to be frothing at the mouth,
tearing his hair, and running amuck,
and instead he's smoking Havana
pe"fecto and smiling like cat that's
just eaten the canary and washed
it down with cream. Do you suppose
he's knocked silly?"
an go over and see after while,"
replied.
"You've got nerve," grinned
Grant. at was all your fault"
"Listen, you silly chump!" |
stopped him. "I'm working on this
case and the old man knows it.
Also, he knows it's something big-a
lot bigger than any of the printed
stories have got it. We're going to
put it over 'em all, Tommy! Now,
beat it out of here! Pm waiting for
some one, and l don't want crowd
attracted by your red hair. And,
Tom, if you see Jimmy Dean invite
him into a gin-shop and fill him up
or lose him, or DO something to keep
him away from this part Of town
for half an hour. Let him sympa-
thi2e with you over the Records
story or anything, only close herd
him for while. Now, git"
Grant eyes had opened as l talk