The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-04-08
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he cried:
Great Caesar! I'm Jensen!
Who are your"
what" stammered the big
fellow, in wide-eyed amazement,
a. he fell back weakly into his
chair. why, I'm Varick. secret
service" he continued, forgetting
entirely the business of sending
his message. The chief sent me
pp here to find you. Say, where
10 this? Who is that girl?'
II had come, All In a moment!
At Varick's inquiry regarding
Kerry Mallabee. Jensen knew he
must decide definitely upon the
instant regarding his future con-
duct. He felt like a hunted ami
NAL driven into a corner: his in
stincts were to fight for her.
Then, blindingly, there flashed
before his eyes a picture OF two
men. without food or adequate
clothing, hanging doggedly TO a
faint trail in the snow and follow
Ing It persistently for days, be-
cause duty led them on.
Duty! Duty! The word rang
through his brain like a clarion
call to arms. and Jensen nov
thought he knew where alone The
path of honor lay. Greater than
love. greater than all things on
earth was loyalty to the land of
his nativity, to the United States
secret service.
In a moment he was pouring
the details OF his discovery at
Argyle House into Narick's
eager ear
But what in sheol is he max
ing II for?' stammered Narick, as
Jensen finished. I know all
about Lord Cannonquest. he's
worth millions"
1T can't be more Of a puzzle to
you than il is to me; haven't
been able to figure II out" an
svered Jensen.
Suddenly Varick stood Up.
Gee" he said. Il forgot the
chief. I'll bet he's mad. We
must tell him about this and get
bis orders. It's up TO him now"
He placed his bandaged hand
again on Jensen's shoulder and
began to laboriously repeat the
call for Kin"
The news Of Jensen's discovery
seemed to have impaired new
strength TO Varick.
They don't answer" he NUT
tered Must have thought was
unable to hold out. and left the
instrument. Oh, There they are"
"It's Nariek. chief" he repeate-
ell. Jensen is here. Has found
the counterfeiting plant and the
ithite mine. Miners mutinied
aud just blew up the dam. flood.
ell the mine. Man representing
himself to he Lord Cannonuuest
WIS at the head OF everything"
~. the price of infinite pain in
his frost-bitten hand, Varick sent
all the details of Jensen's discov-
cry and finished off with the in
qufry: What's the next orders,
chief"
There was another long pause
while Varick listened to his
chiefs message.
Finally Jensen saw a look of
deep disgust on Varicks features.
a. he yanked the receiving he'll
met off his head, slammed 1t
down upon the table, and grunt-
cd explosiyely:
Hell! Wouldn't that hobble
your broncho? Here froze my
fest getting here, and what do
you think the chief says?"
What does he say?" asked
Jensen, a bit YEARLY. His mind
bad suddenly reverted TO Kerry
Mallabee.
Chiefs orders are TO return to
Quebec as soon as | can be mov-
cd. answered Varick. He and
Secretary OF State Francis will
meet US there. / asked the chief
II We should bring along this man
Mallabee. and he said that was a
matter for the state department
TO handle exclusively after we get
TO Quebec"
Varick's face expressed all the
disgust he felt at thus being de-
feated in his desire TO make a
grandstand play by bringing
Stephen Mallabee into the States.
Jensen sat silent, brooding. He
still did not see how he could ac-
cept Stephen Mallabee's outfit for
returning to Quebec.
Now. I'll tell you what we
have got to do" said the older
secret service man, who had been
pondering the case. First drag
that couch over close TO the door
70 this wireless room; then help
me back to 1t. Nobody gets to
this wireless except over my
dead body. You can tell these
folks that you moved the couch
20 that might have better air.
Meanwhile you maneuver with
hallabee to get that outfit. and
well hurry to Quebec. Chewly
ana ! we're out on a hunting ex-
petition, and the guides deserted
us, see? That's what will ex-
plain to Mallabee, and we must
not let him know We understand
sach other"
CHAPTER Y.