The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1916-11-18

at n distance. his ciear-sighted eyes roc
ognized face he had seen before. One
OF these policemen was a well-knuwE
motor trapper." with whom Christopher
had come into friendly contact more
than once. Whatever the men at the Inn
q mile back might be. these were gen
uine servants of the law and brilli3 mt
view OF making 1t useful. he slowed
down instantly.
You've done the measured distance at
a sped OF fifty and a half miles an
Christopher remembered. his stop watch
In his hand Where's your licensef"
Here 4 Is. and here's my card" an
swered Race. Don't you know me. In;
don't you know Scarlet RunnerT'
Why. yes, Mr.. Race, l ercognize you
now. said the policeman. I'm sorry to
say. however. as you were going nj such
FIRST ofrense. isn't itv'' laughed Chris
TO pher. And when you've heard q
word or two ] think even you will say
| was justified In exceeding the legal
limit. Summon me II you think right;
but go back now to the next public
whom Is. I believe, a nephew OF the
millionaire. Peter Maritz. lie and the
lady with him are the victims OF plot.
and have Just been arrested by three
appealed to the landlord and several
other men. but the power OF the law Is
so much respected that naturally the
pretended policemen were believed
against them. l was sent on to Mr..
Maritz, whom ] want to see az quickly
as ! can. and II you and your comrades
can get to the scene before the thieves
have hustled their victims away
The inspector waited to hear no more.
az H ms RTofe ssns pride S was on fTs
overlook your furious driving this time
And have no fear for your friends. It's
strange story you tell, but j know
you, and ] believe II. We've got BIZ
cycles, and as the house Ia only n mile
away well be there before you can say
Jack Robinson
Never had he driven so fast through
trafnc, except on the day when he fol.
lowed the automobile with the Nurem.
berg watch, and at the last moment
as he drove through bronze gates into
the millionaire's famous courtyard, hs
Just escaped being crashed into by q
passing motor omnibus
| The gates had been opened, perhaps
for an electric brongham which stood
before the door, to pass out, and the
servants In livery glared dRgEers at the
reckless chauffeur who dashed in, risk
stopped Scarlet Runner at a safe ais,
lance, and called out that he wished
to see Mr.. MaritE on urgent business
AZ the sound OF that name a gentle.
| man looked from the window on m,
brougham. and his face had been mad,
familiar by the same methods which
immortalized his mansion.
| u come from Mr.. van CortIandt :
y added Christopher, this time addresa
ing himself directly 10 the, millionaire
He expected to see a look of eniIRhten
ment dawn on the clever, somewhat
hard, features. But. TO his surprise 10,
an instant Peter. Maritz appeared mug
zled. MIR. van Cortlandt?" he eateC
qaestioningly." Then, with a slight ex
clamation and a change OF EXPRESSION
he opened the door OF the brouEhan
before. his alert servants had time Il
"You, have a message for me from
NJ. van Cortlandt?" he asked -
mot exactly message" Ansveret
Christopher. But have news OF i'm
nOrta nee" a.ra-r 10 - - ''''
"Come indoors with me and tall u
then" said Peter Maritz, who had Nh,
manners OF a gentleman as we'll as ths
wealth OF millionaire, "
Christopher looked doubtful, .In
not sure about leaving the cart ne Ne
piled IN a lower voice, IT NAV he carry.
ing something of-er-eonsiderabi
Maritz ansked no further question,
and made no new suggestions, bui
mounted to the seat beside ChristopheI
which Jacobs had last occupied. RIyinT
at the same Time a glance at his serv,
ants when sent them to q distance.
Race did not begin his story at the be.