The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-02-07
FIFTH INSTALLMENT WEAPONS OF WAR

AAAO ~~ June's bedroom, early next morning, her arms piled high with clothes.
 "Yes,'' said June, drearily, with a guilty glance at her handbook, I've thought so, too.''
 Tt was there last evening. It isn't there this morning. went on the old woman, depositing the clothes on chair and beginning to arrange them, one by one, in a wardrobe trunk. What were you up to, deare? Tell Mary
 Nothing at all," declared June, her eyes fixed anxiously on the trunk Mary was packing. Please don't let's talk about it. It makes me so miserable, I've packed part of the trunk,' she added. Don't disarrange that part of it, Mary"
 Before breakfast June had gone to Mrs. Travis, and, on plea of feeling run down." had persuaded her to close the town house that very morning and to go for the season to their summer cottage at Surfton.
 It seemed to the distraught girl that, once away from the city, change of air and of scene would perhaps free her from the grip of the strange impulse which of late had so mercilessly gov erned her. Moreover, in town, the prob lem of disposing of her suit of discarded masculine clothing and wig offered many obstacles. At Surfton the things could safely be tossed into the sea, off any pier.
 r Mrs Travis had worried, as had Mary, over the light-hearted girls manner and had willingly consented to the plan. So the household was abuzz with nasty prep arations for departure.
 Don't bother with that side of the trunk, Mary" repeated June, as the nurse began to rummage there, I've packed it.''
 ! Ut. looks as if you 'at~ packed it-in your sleep.'' reproved Mary her love of neatness terribly jared. Just look al it! How many times do I have to tell you to lay things flat and smooth, at the you'd build stone wall? Why, these things in here are all lumpy and stuck in every which way. And at the bot tom-at the bottom-there's a great big bundle all full of bumps! Such mus siness I never did see in all my born days.''
 Despite June's protests as she spoke, Mary hauled forth from the bottom of the trunk a great irregular package, hastily tied together with blue twine. and pr presenting a dozen bump surfaces in every direction
 What on earth is this thing?" she de- manded.
 "It's-its nothing at all" feverishly protested June, snatching the bundle of mems clothes away. Its something wrapped up and hid here. myself. It's some bathing togs and-and things"
 Let me open it, then, said Mary, 'Tll lay 'em out smooth for you and pack 'em the way they ought to be packed Such shiftlessness, as piling all that stuff into a paper parcel and then stuffing it into a trunk that's got to be packed close! l never did-!'
 Mary" interruted June, tears in her voice and eyes. This is my own trunk and I'm going to put things into it the way I want them Please leave my package alone I mean it. I want you to leave it alone. Promise mel!
 The old woman looked up, amazed at the girls pathetically childish earnest ness over so trivial a matter. But the sight of Junes fearful eyes quite won the day.,s
 'sThere. there, dearie," soothed the nurse, all penitence. "Old Mary didn't mean to scold her baby! She's sorry. No ones going to disturb your silly bundle. Fill the trunk with bricks if you wont to. There, there! Don't cry
 And June knew her parcel of mascu- line attire was safe, for the time, from prying eyes.
 Max Lamar had been closeted for an hour with Chief of Police Allen. They had twisted the new development of the Red Circle" mystery inside and out; studying it vainly from every i'm aginable angle.
 First of all. they had ascertained- what they had been sure of-that nc tailor in the city or state was named Altman; and that neither the city oi fla ta tai 1aStPr tailor whr was a mute. Also. vigilant search ol every tailor shop, by a dozen detectives had failed to identify any employer oI employee with the dumb youth of the preceding night.
 That's the queer part of it to me, v the chief was saying. And you needn't guy me for making such a close hunt of the tailor joints. That young chap was tailor. I'll bet my months pay on it. ,
 "A tailor?" laughed Max. Nonsense. Just clever crook. playing tailor It's safe to say he was anything but tailor; or he wouldn't have run the risk of be- ing trailed by passing himself off as one"
 There's where you are dead wrong. insisted the chief Did you ever notice how the average man handles coat or dress or any other garment that be- longs to a woman? Why, when you and I were looking over that black coat yes terday we acted like our fingers were all thumbs. We could hardly tell top from notion of it, either of us And it's the same way with any ordinary man."
 Well, what then? If"
 This dumb chap took hold of the Yelled Woman's coat and handled it like you or I would handle a cigar or beer stein. He was at home with it. He knew just how to examine 1t and how to hold it. No one on earth, except a ladies' tailor-or woman-would be able to do that. I was bit leery of him till I saw him manipulate the coat. But the minute he begins to fuss over that coat. I says to myself He's tailor, all right. all right! Tailors get the knack of han ding wonens clothing, just the same as women do. But no other kind of man can do it. We aren't trained to. No, sir. The crooks a professional tailor, whatever else he may be on the side"