The Washington times., 1916-01-27
Continued from Yesterday

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L. Black" lived, Lamar, blowing
rings of cigarette smoke sky
ward. mused
Il wonder what June is doing. ] won
der IL she is thinking of me-"
Ills dreams were pleasant Knowing
that his quarry was safe in the hous"
and that she seemed unsuspicious OF
being trailed, Lamar did not see the
use for any extra trick work. Re
clining against a stone pillar is not
such an uncomfortable pastirre if one
has pleasant things to think about.
A huse automobile truck, loaded
with iron girders. bumped over the
Cubblestunes. The harsh, ear-rackinC
sound shattered his dreams, rudely.
Lamar stood erect, threw his cigarette
into the middle of the street and
buttoned the lower button of his sack
coat.
what would be the easiest way TO
trap this woman. There might be
other entrances-ovcr the roof
through the cellar to The next house.
lie began to get nervous. His imagi-
nation led him 10 believe that the
streets before him We're honeycomb
of underground tunnels.
When in doubt pump the elevator
boy had always been Lamar's motto.
lie turned to enter the house. y
thick rubber mat. bound in metal trip
Fed him. He stumbled through the
doorway and collided with a woman.
bent over as he was. he couldn't see
her face His gaze fell upon a black
leather handbag and paper parcel
that could have contained ANYTHING
from picnic lunch to a pair of shoes.
Tracing himself against the sides Of
the entrance he tried to get his bal
anse.
Perhaps you'll allow me to pass"
q cold, sarcastic voice broke in upoi his
distress.
why certainly, madam. certainl,."
Rasped poor Lamar. again threatened
with fall as he tried to be courtly.
Then he raised his face. One lCok
at the dark. slightly auuiline features
and he was very erect and very cool.
ON second thought ne said calmly,
'I don't think I will"
Get out Of my way, you unmnnner-
1y loafer. or I'll coll the police" size
RACED. violently. as she recosnized him.
Now | wouldn't do that if 7 were
you Lamar said quietly 4 jus.
He came step nearer and looked
straight into her eyes with nxed.
disconcertinS stare. She backed away.
Are you drunh-or Crazv?" she
i-asped, real fear dawning in her heart
Il have been drunk: Some people
think I'm crazy" Draw led Lamar "lust
at present I'm neither. WHAT'S the use
OF this musical comedy stuff, anyway?
You're under arrest"
Under arrest" Me-" she tossed her
head. boldly. I'D like to see YOU try
to arrest me-!
simply. Vow look here: you re- pretty
long headed. l think YOU don't want
to make a scene in a neighborhood
where you're li,own. and have people
find cut all sorts of unpleasant things
oh. SO you think you can bully ne
into. submitting t. arrest. do vou?
Well, you cant; l don't care If reo:.
cut. l haven't done anything to be
ashamed of /"
As her rage grew her voice rose
higher and higher. For his own sake
Lamar did not want scene: so he
turned back the lapel of his coat and
pointed to something that shone there.
See this?" he inquired calmly. "A
badge. Doesn't mean a thing except to
a blind man. But these" he put his
hand into his coat pocket, now these
are different They mean a lot especi-
ally to a woman in broad daylight"
Just for an instant he flashed a pair
ominously as he dropped them back
into his pocket.
DO you come-or don't you?" he in
"Oh. III 60" she answered after
minutes thought. But mind you.
you're going to paw for this. and paw
we'll. False arrest is a serious charge"
'1 have charge that has that one
heat a mile" said Lamar. grimly. as he
led the way and turned to see that
she followed.
Ten minutes later, when she rebelled,
outside the entrance to the police sta
tion, he seized her arm and hustled her
in; bringing her uD before the SER
geant's desk.
"Wen. Mr.. Lamar" said the desk
man. leaning over the edge to shake
W | In
II have Just arrested this-er-this lady
on suspicion. sergeant"
Indeed" the rOund-faced graY-hair-
ed officer looked over his glasses, sharp
ly: Name, please"
The woman raised her eyebrows.
Name, l said!' Numbered the SER
seant.
st." she said. contemptuously.
'Oh, yes. you do Lamar broke in.
"a word to the wise. YOU know. ! advise
you to make as little trouble as posi-
hle. And let me relieve YOU of your
parcel and handbag"
La Sale. Alma La Salle." she al
most spat the name at the sergeant
Address," he went on. writing as
he spoke.
'S0I Quincy street"
Ever been arrested bcfore""
mo. indeed, | never have. And
what's more. it's gCinC to be pretty hot
for those who attempted it this time"
Lamar opened the paper IdfCel. ulS-
closing a pair of old shoes evidently
on their way to the cobblers to he
soed aud heelcd. He threw them to
one side disappointed. Then with a
caustic May I?' he opened the hand
bag and dumped its contents on the
scrgeants desk.
For n minute the two men were
rpen-mouthed at the curious collection
before them There was powder rag,
a Chamo's Caked with rouge. a lip-stiCk,
and a blue pencil. There was a bunch
Of KEYS. two handkerchiefs. some soiled
personal cards. tiny mirror. and a
box of mint tablets. There was a sam
Dle OF dress SATIN. three old transfers,
some cloves, and hairDns.
Lamar rapidly searched the ma IS
rnd found nothiug Of importance.
S""F""nt% "ns's ho nushed the whole
IsSo"tmorr hark win one sween Of tn"