The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1916-01-27
Continued from Yesterday

the house where the Woman in !
l. Black lived, Lamar. blowing
rings Of cigarette smoke sky
ward. unused
Il wonder what June is doing, won
der IL she is thinking Of me-
ills dreams were pleasant. Knowing !
that his quarry was safe in the house b.
and that she seemed unsuspicious OF
being trailed, Lamar did not see the !
use for any extra trick work. Re |
dining against a stone pillar is not !
such an uncomfortable pastime If one
has pleasant things to think about.
"A huge automobile truck, loaded
with iron girders, bumped over the
cubblestones. The harsh, ear-rackinS
sound shattered his dreams, rudely.
Lamar stood erect, threw his cigarette
into the middle of the street and
buttoned the lower button of his sack
coat.
lie was trying to make up MS mind
what would be the easiest way to
other entrances-Over the roof
through the cellar to the next house.
lie began to get nervous. His imagi-
nation led him 10 believe that the
streets before him were a honeycomb
of underground tunnels.
When in doubt pump the elevator
boy" had always been Lamar's motto.
lie turned to enter the house. \
thick. rubber mat, bound in metal, trip
Fed him. He stumbled through the
doorway and collided with a woman.
bent over IS he was, he couldn't see
her face His gaze fell upon a black
leather handbag and a paper parcel
that could have contained anything
from picnic lunch TO pair of shoes.
Tracing himself against the sides OF
the entrance he tried to get his bal
Perhaps you'll allow me to pass"
cold, sarcastic voice broke in upor his
distress.
why certainly, madam. CERTAINLY"
Kasped poor Lamar, again threatened
with a fall as ne tried to be courtIy.
Then he raised his face. One look
at the dark. slightly auuiline features
and he was very erect and very cool.
ION second thought" ne said calmly,
''I don't think / Will
Get out Of my way, you unmnnner-
RACED, violently. as she recognized him.
Now l wouldn't do that il I were
wouldn't"
He came step nearer and looked
straight into her eyes with nxed,
disconcerting stare. She backed away.
Are you drunk-Or craZy?" she
Fasped. real fear dawninE in her heart.
Il have been drunk. Some people
think I'm crazy" Grawled Lam9r lust
at present I'm neither. WHAT'S the use
of this musical comedy stuff, anyway?
You're under arrest"
Under arrest Me-" she tossed her
head. boldly. I'D like to see YOU try
to arrest mel!
You're seeing it now" said Lamar
simply. Now look here: you re pretty
long headed. l think you don't want
to make a scene in a neighborhOod
where you're known. and have people
find cut all sorts of unpleasant things
''oh. so you think you can bully me
into, submitting to arrest. do YOU?
Well, you can't don't care If reo-
pie hear us, There's nothing to find
cut haven't done anything to be
ashamed of. I"
AS her rage grew, her voice rose
higher and higher. For his own sake
turned back the lapel of his coat and
pointed to something that shone there.
See this?" he inquired calmly. "A
badge. Doesn't mean a thing except to
hand into his coat pocket, NOV these
are different. They mean lot especi-
ally to a woman in broad daylight"
Just for an instant he flashed a pair
ominously as he dropped them back
into his pocket.
DO you come-or don't your" he in
quired politely.
0R 5 t6 sS she Bs %nG after you
you're going to paw for this. and paw
we'll. False arrest is a serious charge"
IT have charge that has that one
beat mile" said Lamar. grimlY, as he
led the way and turned to see that
she followed.
Ten minutes later, when she rebelled,
outside the entrance to the police sta
ton, he seized her arm and hustled her
in; bringing her up before the SER
geant's desk.
''Wel, Mr.. Lamar" said the desk
man. leaning over the edge to shake
hands. what can ! do for your"
at have just arrested this-er-this lady
on suspicion, sergeant"
'Jndeed!" the round faced gray-hair-
ed officer looked over his glasses, sharp
ly; Name, please"
The woman raised her eyebrows.
Name, i said! Numbered the SER
geant. ...-, .,..
st." she said, CONTEMPORARY
'Oh, yes. you do" Lamar broke in
"a word to the wise, you know. | advise
you to make as little trouble as possi-
bile. And let me relieve you of your
parcel and handbag.'
Ia Sale. Alma La Salle," she al
most spat the name at the sergeant.
Address," he went on. writing as
he spoke.
'3Oi Quincy street"
Ever been arrested before?"
mo. indeed! ! never have, And
what's more, it's going TO be pretty hot
for those who attempted II this time"
Lamar opened the paper parcel, us
closing a pair of old. shoes evidently
on their way to the cobbleV's to he
soled aud heeled. He threw them to
one side disappointed. Then with
caustic May II" he opened the hand
bag and dumped its contents on the
sergeant's desk.
For minute the two men were
rpen-mouthed at the curious collection
before them. There was powder rag,
a chamo's caked with rouge. a lip-stick,
Of KEYS. two handkerchiefs, some soiled
personal cards. tiny mirror, and a
box OF mint tablets. There was sam
pie OF dress SATIN three old transfers.
some cloves, and halrp'ns
Lamar rapidly searched the mass
Rnd found noting Of importance.
Holding The bag below the edge Of the
serge" nt's Ses, no nushed the whole
rsso"tment back with one sween Of the
hand closed tho cl7sn and handed Il