The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1917-08-18
ssThe Allison Pearls"
BY Edward H. Hurlbut
Copyright, Paget Newspaper Service.

/, Can you reach him later, If we
drop him now to lose this other?"
II think IL can be done, STR" re-
piled Tommy.
flanagan gave in instant to swift
thought. "I'll have to chance 1t,
he muttered to himself, "or take
the risk of spilling my entire
hand. And there isn't a manjack
in the whole bunch got this par
ticular lead. Watch your chance,
Tommy" he said. Give the man
ahead more rope. Civ him a
block"
The leading car swung south on
Devisadero. ahead of a trolley car.
Now" cried flanagan, briskly.
We'll pocket this lad right here.
Slow down" The car following
failed to slow Immediately.
Now, Tommy, quick, to the
left" shot flanagan, and Tommy
dod so. "Stop!" cried flanagan.
and Tommy stopped; and the car
behind them stopped as quickly.
jammed into the curbstone.
flanagan stepped out. The occu-
pant of the other car had sunk
back into the corner of his ma
chine, but the unruffled flanagan
opened the door and looked in.
"Oh, hello. Maggarti It's you!
Bless your little private detective
hearth Your man seems to have
damned his clutch. Not ac-
customed to stopping so suddenly,
| presume. Come. Get in with
me. I'll drive you back down
town; or anywhere else you say.
Agreeable?"
Maggart, flushed from cover,
suddenly leaped out the other
door and ran the few steps to the
summit of the grade, turning to
glance quickly south on Devisa-
dero st.
"Hullol What's up?" called
flanagan, solicitously, following
him. What do you see?"
But flanagan shot one swift look
down Devisadero st. himself. Three
blocks away the trolley car rum
bled. The taxi was not in sight.
flanagan grinned and reflected in
wardly: But I'll have to lock Mr..
Harper up from this bird. Because
Mr.. Maggart is no fool and he'll
make a drive on him."
Maggart finally turned and
walked back to his own car. His
momentary chagrin was quickly
masked. What brings you out
here?"
thinking of buying some real
estate"
"Oh, I see. On some Of that
s25, 900 reward, eh?"
"For what?" asked flanagan, in
nocently enough, and Maggart
mentally kicked himself. Miss AL
lison had informed him she was to
offer the reward and he had for
the moment forgotten that 1t was
not already published. Maggart
made the most of 1t.
"Oh, for the Allison pearls"
49," gritted flanagan, you're
as clumsy as ever, Maggart
You're working for Miss Allison on
the quiet, are you? And the best
you can do is to trail me? Well,
put on your gum shoes and your
cheaters because I'm going to lose
you in just about 33 seconds. I'll
have to revoke that invitation. All
right, son." he called to Tommy
jumping in. "Tear away. So long,
old man. Incidentally, don't take
any options on any of this real es-
tate; because I'm going to grab
that chunk Of Allison money my
self"
They spend down Golden Gate
but two blocks; turned down to
Fulton and backtracked to Devisa-
dero, flanagan getting out at each
crossing and accommodating for
signs of Maggart or his machine.
Proceeding cautiously. they finally
crossed Devisadero and flanagan
sent the car back to the hotel while
he spent an hour drifting thru the
districts in a garage auto, keeping
his eyes wide for any sign OF Har-
per's car or any glimpse of the
sallow young man who had carried
the Gladstone grip.
Tommy, meantime, under Lana
gan's instructions, had speeded