The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-04-08

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ous sitting room Dor "e1im,s whae-
ever his aspirstions IN crookdom. va
sim = nero under1ing.
~Who cent thisr' demanded Casa
vanti e he took note fron his W
itor's hand.
'IIegaF." was the answer. The cadet
pulled Ianguidly u . cigarette - he
opened the note and read II.
The dld spoke 81 will come 70
nlnht e twelve. You Will find her :
flower that q ripe for The picking
And once the. flower 0sts- n your
hande ] want 4 kept there -JuIes-
Casavanti restored the letter to it,
envelope. Then he stood thoughtfully
regarding his visitor.
. did anyone see ycu como herer'
he asked.
mot that I was wise to-" was Sims
prompt reply.
"Then see that you get as quietly
away!"
Slim Legato, accordingly. kept .
weather eye open a. he emerged TO
the street. Nothing suspicious met
his gaze. It was not until he had de-
seconded the steps and reached the
curb that q closed limousine. running
as quietly az q frozen river. flowed
along the pavement little more than
ten PAGES away from him. At the
first corner It turned sharply and
stopped, obstructing the crossing.
The debonair Slim drew up. blink
ing suspiciously at the mysterious We
hicle. Then he blinked even harder,
for from the open door window Of the
!. limousine Q .gloved hand had unmis-
takably beckoned TO him. And the re-
markable part of It all, to Slim. was
the fact that the drawn car curtains
concealed everything but that mys-
teriously reckoning hand.
Slim promptly decided to investi-
gate. But he also decided to advance
with caution. Before he could place q
foot ON the runningboard, however,
and thrust q pertly inQuisitivc head
into the hooded gloom of the car, that
car began to move forward again. Yet
before Il passed from his reach the
gloved hand thrust into his own an en-
velope.
On this envelope was clearly in
scribed:
"Dr. Ludwig PaIidorI,
Care Of jules legar,~
and beneath these words Sims be-
wildered eyes made out the unmistak-
able emblem Of q laughing mask. What
It meant was more than he could tell.
So inscrutable did this mystery
seem, in fact. that Slim, after one min
ute OF deep thought, promptly yet de-
licately slipped the blade Of his PEN
knife along the gummed flap Of the
envelope and forced it open. On q
single sheet Of paper he found written
the cryptic words:
Remember tho Hammer Of God,
which smItes, and brushes whom L
smitesi"
Slim, the gay cat and gangster. puz-
zled much over this message as he
restored It TO its violated envelope
and adroitly resealed the flap.
Nov, who tells gettin' his little
knocker out rr the Door, demanded
that bewildered worthy of himself as
he made his guarded way back to the
underworld rendezvous which was
known to his confreres as the Owls
Nest.
The Owls Nest proper was an I'M
savory cellar room in one OF the most
unsavory sections OF the lower East
side. Years before It had been q wine
cellar. presided over by q Neapolitan
of Mano Nero Affiliations, until a fed
eral shoo-fiy. In sesarch for "coiners,"
had been found stilettoed behind one
Of its casks Of Marsala, whereupon
the Neapolitan had vanished and in
due time the Owl herself had taken
possession Of tho quarters.
With the advent of Jules Legar, the
mysterious csnter Of mysterious cir
Gle Of evildoers shout whom, she
knew, It never paid to be too inqusi-
tive, life had become easier for her.
Her cellar. inconspicuous in q dis
trict % crowded with equally dubious
warrens, had proved precisely the type
of quarters tho leader Of the new cir
Gle was in need of. And a. Legar him
self stepped down into the cellar. adj
vancing with his peculiarly padded
tread a. softly "A an animal steals In;
to its lair, the Owl sreWembered that
the hour OF Her reward was not far
distant. For she had proved jealous
guardian Of the fair-haired girl whom
Legar saw 1T to keep hidden 90 long |
from the world.
Il was plain to soc that Legar was
accepted as q leader by the half dozen
dips and gangsters and moll-buszers |
into whose midst he had 20 quietly
slipped.
Where's Legator he CURLY asked
as he glanced about the circle
That question answered Itself. for.
even as It was put Legato himself
slipped down into the dim light Of the
Owls cellar.
What's this?'' demanded Legar, ~
the newcomer. without speaking.
handed the letter Of mystery 70 his
chief.
.sThat's what I want to find out" |