The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1916-11-16

liancy. So you let him pull out-bag.
baggage and booty, eh?''
Burns started to speak. but was fore
stalled.
''Wc'll just cut out the excuses" he
was told firmly. 1.-THE next time re-
member to forget all this psychology
stuff. and don't wait for your desper,
ate criminal to capture himself, but the
good. old, strong arm dope and deliver
the goods If you have to hit your man
on the head. and likewise break an
arm, or leg or so, to do It. Now
bring that woman in here!'
Burns, shamefaced. but only half con
vinced of his mistake, went out, return
ing with the prisoner.
, The chief looked at her sharply.
"What is your manner" be asked her.
"Madge Ryan" was the calm reply. !,
Her air of quiet sadness had dropped
from her like cloak. and she tossed
her head with something very near to
bravado. -''.'
t "You are not the sister Of the man
who calls himself Mortimer
:: Again alittle defiant movement Of the
head. This time expressing negation.
Then rang the impulsive rollicking
laugh Of the street gamin. after which
she spoke. ..s.s
"Would l wear these for brotherr
she saucily inquired, holding out her
manacled hands,; mot mer' she added
with conviction. 5.s.. j..
) "Of course it was the man who
pinched and got off with the Jewels"
remarked the chief. ..-..-...
Then turning to the crestfallen Burns
he added, "You see?''
Burns did not see, and the air of one
who clutches at last forlorn hope he
muttered something about accessory.
Don't be an utter idiot, Burns" said
the older man. unlock those cuffs"
Burns without word obeyed.
"You may go,' the triumphant isis
ter" Of Mr.. Mortimer was told, "and
trust that the next time we meet we
may be able to detain you for little
visit in nice, cozy CELL"
Thank you for your kind wishes"
she told him audaciously, and turning
to Burns. she added:
II do hope your conscience won't
worry you too much. Mr.. Burns"
Then, with CHEEKY "Good evening.
gentlemen" she walked out smartly.
The two men watched her go in
silence. Then Burns turned and said
with much feeling:
"Well, I'll be darned!"
"Yeu ought to be-" said his chief
Grimly. "for of oil the pinhead plays ]
ever saw this
The chiefs head snapped up sudden
~ with an idea.
I1G,l onr' he said between shut
teeth. "We've still chance.
'This guy up ON the drive may be
slow In making q getaway and we may
beat him to 1t before his wife returns
to tip him of. So hustle up there"
Burns broke all speed limits in his
wild taxi ride to the uptown apartment,
but when the door was opened to his
loud official knock the same small
woman faced him with smile that
goaded him to madness.
|. That smile was his answer.
How'd you happen to get here
frstT he snapped riciously.
IL was In hurry" she answered
sweetly.
"Where's-wherefs he gone?" he
blurted In mad rage.
Suppose you find out. That's what
detectives are for" she suggested, and
calmly slammed the heavy door in his
face.
Outside On the deserted drive, how.
ever, all that Detective Burns found
was a motor or two flying homeward,
and in the distance the dead, slate
colored surface Of the Hudson reflect
ing the glittering pearl and yellow
lights Of the Jersey shore.