Charlevoix county herald., 1916-12-22

Legato In HIS meretriciously sumptu-
Gus sitting room. For Slim" what
ever his aspirations in crookdom, was
still a mere underling.
Who sent this?" demanded Casa
vanti as he took a note from his Wis.,
itors hand.
"Legar," was the answer The cadet
puifed languidly at a cigarette as he
opened the note and read it.
The girl | spoke Of will come to.
night at twelve. You will find her a
flower that is ripe for the picking,
And once the flower gets in your
hands ! want II kept there.-Jules.
Casavanti restored the letter TO its
envelope. Then he stood thoughtfully
regarding his visitor.
Did anyone see you come here?"
he asked.
Not that was wise to-" was Sims
prompt reply.
Then see that you get as quietly
away"
Slim Legato, accordingly, kept a
the street. Nothing suspicious met
his gaze. 1t was not until he had de.
scended the steps and reached the
curb that closed limousine, running
as quietly as a frozen river, flowed
along the pavement little more than
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 a 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 beckoning hand.
Slim promptly decided to investi
gate. But he also decided to advance
with caution. Before he could place a
foot on the runningboard, however
and thrust a pertly inquisitive head
into the hooded gloom of the car, that
car began to move forward again. Yet
before it passed from his reach the
gloved hand thrust into his own an en
velope
On this envelope was clearly in
scribed
"Or Ludwig PaIidori,
Care Of Jules Legar,'
and beneath these words Sims be
wildered eyes made out the unmistak
able emblem of 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 a
single sheet of paper he found written
the cryptic words;
Remember the Hammer Of God
which smites, and crushes whom il
smites!"
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.
Now, who tells gettin his little
knocker out fr the Doc?" demanded
that bewildered worthy Of himself as
he made his guarded way back to the
known TO his confreres as the Owls
Nest.
The Owls Nest proper was an un
savory cellar room in one Of the most
unsavory sections of the lower East
side. Years before it had been a wine
cellar, presided over by a Neapolitan
OF Mano Nero affiliations. until a fed
eral shoo-fy, in sesarch for "coiners,
had been found stilettoed behind one
OF its casks of Marsala, whereupor
the Neapolitan had vanished and in
due time the Owl herself had taken
possession OF the quarters.
With the advent of Jules Legar, the
mysterious center OF a mysterious cir
Gle Of evildoers about whom, she
knew, II never paid to be too inqusi.
tive, life had become easier for her
Her cellar, inconspicuous in dis
trict so crowded with equally dubious
warrens, had proved precisely the type
of quarters the leader of the new cir
Gle was in need Of And as Legar him
self stepped down into the cellar. ad
Vancing with his peculiarly padded
tread as softly as an animal steals in.
to its lair, the Owl remembered that
the hour of her reward was not far
distant For she had proved a jealous
guardian OF the fair-haired girl whom
Legar saw fit to keep hidden so long
from the world
1t was plain to see that Legar was
accepted as a leader by the half dozen
dips and gangsters and moll-buzzers
into whose midst he had so quietly
slipped
Where's Legato?' he curtly asked
as he glanced about the circle.
That question answered itself for
even as 1t was put Legato himself
slipped down into the dim light OF the
Owls cellar.
What's this?" demanded Legar, as
the newcomer, without speaking,
handed the letter OF mystery to his
chief.
That's what | want to find out,
was Sims retort. "A gink in a Fit