The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-11-05

IAstleSSly he glanced AZ the pages OF The
register and sighed.
What's eatin' you. Tem-' asked ;hc
clerk Eenially
Il sore on ms mourned thai young man.
Won't let me see the biottcr. and gotta
dis Up my own news. Nice. what; GueRa
got under his skin with yesterdays
Urite-up. Know am thinE=" As he spoke
Grants eyes we're rowing around ~ lob
b.. suddenly he started
why. aothiu' much" the clerk was
beginning. when Grant interrupted.
Who's that tall. dark Euy thore. read
Ing a letter." he demanded with care
fully felEned Indifference though his
handsome. cIean-cut face was tense.
Him? oh. that's Baron Won Lchtfeld.
Just got IN with raft ~ baggage" A.
he spoke tho Baron moved toward the
lounge room.
With carolesH word 10 his friend she
clerk Grant followed. tinEl,nE like hunt
!ng dog that has just raised eovSy or
partridEas He was not quite certain. but
the Baron bore a strong resemblance TO a
certain notorious international crook whom
Grant had onSe seen IN the Bertillon room
~ Headquarters
Tho Baron found seat Al n dNsk and
began figuring on n bit OF paper. while
Grant watched him from behind news
paper. Presently the man rose. tossed
some scraps OF paper in a waste basket
and Sauntered out. Promptly Grant shift
Cd his place and retrieved the scraps
They looked 10 be the remains OF a letter
in which rho Baron had been 20 enEroESed
''Sow. I've got TO make good. thought
Grant. Maybe that's an honeRt-tO-Eood-
ness Baron. and maybe Anyhow. here
EOaS-''
lie borrowed a mucilaEe-pot from III"
clerk and began carefully hitting the torn
bits % paper together Hike Chinese puz-
sc. only worse. After halt an hour OF
hard work. durinE which his busy mind
reviewed the recent outbreak or crime IN
the city which the police seemed unable
10 chock. and decided more firmly than
ever that the Baron would bear watching
he had completed his task. Fer stared At
she result with dropping jaw.
For the letter. written In small. feTn-
mime hand. said:
.sFlfrtIns alive hive plenty. squirting
alive. C1eey. sitting be delve lifting We
heaven, done plenty. Dun be hive go).
dIrtinE done door hne buu-fine Sitting
eourting. gun plenty-through alive court
inE plcnty-done hive. MAIN
well OF all the crazy" EaSpcd the re-
porter, then a sudden thought struck him.
The Baron had done some figuring IN con-
nection with this letter; therefore It must
hS q COo0 OF some KINDA CT ptp&tsiil''
FLere was method IN this madness un-
Goubtedly: but what? And ri the same
dns the thing was tantaiiziuSly SuE-
FESTIVE Of something that he couldn't just
put his finger on.
Tho last word IN n letters generally
the signature" he thought. In this case
the last word was '-maim." Name"
Mamie the POSE! Then the Baron was
really that crook. Four Finger Sam. whom
he'd seen at headquarters some three
yeara ago: for Mamie the Rose was
Sans wife. BY George. here was story.
He simply must work out the cipher
Sowing ferocioUsly. Grant bent over
the Queer letter. racltinG his brains for a
solution Of II. lie tried first TO pick out
IS from their frequency. but that LED
nowhere. He tried the alphabet back
wards and forwards and doubled back on
f.SeIf. Then suddeniy his eyes lighted and
ne arno;e the desk a resoundtng hump.
'I've got it, he whispered. Franticaiiy
he scribbIed on piece Of the hotel paper.
pausinE once or twice with wrinkled
Srows; then he leaped for the nearest tele-
phone booth. stufflnG the paper in his
pocket az he went.
Thirty seconds later Grants friend
CadoRan, chief Of detectives. was prickinE
w his ears At headquarters at the news
that came sizzling TO him over the wire.
and Listen. CadoEan. old mRn." Grant
ended. 81 simply got 20 get In ON this
Meet me at the corner like said with .
couple OF cops. and wen make the pinch