The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-12-31

It wnsn simple matter to follow the boy
back TO the restaurant, whore no handed
IN tho dinner pail at a side door. He ,
might have been rushing the srowIer,'
for his father or mother in CONFIRMATION
OF the Telling LIQUOR to minors law, were
1t not Tor the fact that he took to his heels. 4
at once. leaving the pail behind. That set 4
tied Tonmy'S doubts He was sure now
that he knew what the pail contained-a
revolver!
For this Is ono OF the ways that New
which makes it a serious offense to have
firearms upon the person without IL
cense.
II Big Moe could BIO arrested now he
would be harmless for n few days at least.
But there was no time to get in touch with
Cadognn, chief of detectives and Grants
friend It was imperative to watch the
gambler like a hawk. Another glance
showed him opening the dinner pail with
a satisfied and very evil grin. and Tom
my dared risk no more.
He slipped across tho street A moment
later Big Moe came out of the restaurant
and walked bFiskly away with his right
hand thrust cerelessly into the side pock-
ct OF his coat.
Again tho reporter took up the chase.
It led to a cheap apartment house. Some
building operations were going on in the
rear. Grant noted. and then. as Myers let
! himself IN with q lntchkey, Grant hur-
| rled to the drug store on the corner. At
last chance to telephone Cadosanl
In a few tense sentences he acquainted
the chief OF detectives with the situation,
giving the address Of the apartment house,
which his eyes had mover left He had
barely finished when he saw something
that made him Jump.
Tor the love Of Mike, chief, hurry" l1e
cried. Here's Benny now. walktn' right
into the trap"
| Hardly waiting to hang up the receiver
he dashed out of the booth and across the
street. But already Benny's companion
the girl, had unlocked the front door. and
they disappeared inside. It shut with a
/ Grant ran up tho steps and tried 1t.
lit was locked securely. He shook and
pounded and kicked unavalIingly and then
ran down to the sidewalk and around
through an alley behind. He must get
into the building somehow
! In the rear of the apartment house was
| a more pretentious building, which was
evidently being renovated as to its upper
stories, for on the roof was light crane
! with rope hanging from 1t. No work
men were about. It was the noon hour,
! and they were probably eating lunch. He
dashed upstairs as hard as he could pelt
4 to the roof and looked apDraisingly across.
And there. clearly to be seen, was Big
! Moe Myers, ugly automatic in hand,
/ crouched behind some heavy curtains in
1 q window with his back to the reporter! N
Y Not moment was to be lost. Grant ran
like squirrel up a set Of cleats on the
swinging arm of the crane, caught the
rope and slid down. Opposite the window
he began to swing back and forth, back
and forth. each swing taking him nearer
the window, which was partly open. He
must not reach It too soon. or he would In
| all probability get shot for his pains. and
II he got there too late It was Benny's
| life that would be lost
Then suddenly Myers leaped out Of sight
into the room from behind the curtains.
With q supreme effort Grant managed to
land on the window sill and retain his ball
ance Swiftly he slid up the sash-and at
the same moment came the short, ugly
bark OF an automatic and a piercing
scream. He was too latel
HALF an hour later, pale and somewhat
shaken, Grant hurried into the city room
of the Chronicle. We've got Moo Myers
for murd er, = he told Mansfield briefly
you don't say! The stoolpigeon. after
TO- said Grant slowly .'s1e goes ~
the name of Nell Brady. Myers used her
to bait a trap#to catch Benny. But cats
don't always scratch. She used to be Ben
ny's girl TIL Myers stole her-which IL
why Benny squealed. She jumped in front
Of Benny just IN time. Women are queer.
! She must have loved the Rat after al1l''