Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-12-09

heart had warmed at once to tho big aim.
| ple-hearted Swede
Their meeting that morning had beer
ludicrous enough. The reporter had been
walking up Broadway in search of a story
| when he had seen some one hang out a
| freshly laundered shirt to dry on a nag
pole outside window In the particularly
elite Hotel Croesus. Seeming some fea-
ture stuff, he had promptly obtained an
interview with "Porcupine Peterson. Yu-
kon," who had insisted on being shown
the sights on his own plethoric bank-roll.
80 the appointment had been arranged for
the afternoon.
Tommy had returned to the croenps az
the hour agreed on, only to find Porcupine
gazing with soulful bashfulness into the
eyes OF a smartly dressed and pretty
young woman whom the reporter had rec
0snized at once as "Helen the Mouse"
since her portrait graced the Rogue Gal
lery at Headquarters.
"Gee? thought Tommy as he watched
them from the cafe door. 1.-THE poor boob
won't have car-fare in the morning IL her
gang once gets holds of him. And he'll
probably knock my block OFF IL try to
put him wise"
Nevertheless. when Helen the Mouse ex-
cused herself just then and swayed lam
guorously out into the lobby, the reporter
seized the opportunity. But Porcupine
was highly indignant
She bane perfect LADY," he declared
Vehemently. II bane sorry to disappin
you. but We skoll have our good time to-
morrow. She bane show me how to vim
on de horse-races, and then have a even
bigger poke for tomorrow"
Grant eXpostulated, but Porcuplne only
got angry. So when Helen returned a mo-
ment later he turned away with a shrug
of disgust.
The miner and the woman went out into
the lobby, and there she introduced him
to a loudly dressed, sporty-looiing man,
while Grant watched cynically from a lit
tie distance. Yet even now he couldn't
bring himself to abandon the lamb to the
slaughter, SO when the three. started off
down the street moment later the re-
porter followed.
A few minutes later he was 'phoning his
friend, Cadogan, chief Of detectives.
yep. regular old-fashioned wire tapping
swindle." he said swiftly. Fake pool
room and fake telegrapher in a room un-
derneath. Photographer is supposed to get
the dope on the races little in advance
of the pool-room, so tho come-on can have
time to rush upstairs and bet on a horse
that's already won Get me?. There's
some other monkey business that I'm not
wise to yeti got this doing a little quiet
burgling. They're going to pull II off
thing. Yep. Helen the Mouse and her
crowd. Can you come over and bring a
few dicks? Fine S'long'
Grant had 'phoned from booth in the
hallway of small office building on a
side street not far from the Croesus He
now ran quietly upstairs again-the ele-
vator boy was unquestionably ''in' with
the gang He found a window cleaners
ladder and used it to reconnoiter through
the transom of the telegraphers room.
That gentleman was evidently just get
ting the ''returns' on q race" while
Porcupine and Helen watched him eager
ly. The big Swede had already won on
an earlier race as Grant knew. And he
snorted. Helen and her victim turned to-
wards the door, and Grant slipped from
the ladder and out OF sight down the stair
way just in time to escape detection. The
door opened and the two hurried upstairs
towards the ''pool-room."