The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-03-21
The Wolves of New York
A STORY OF LOVE AND MYSTERY
Moncrief, Agent Of the Dead Gold
smith, Calls on Guy, Who Beats
Him Within Inch of His Life.


Guy fiercely. "Oh. stop your acting
with me, Moncrief. for the game is
. up, you blackguard. the game is up.
You of all men have most reason
10 regret the death OF the cursed
shark for you played jackal to his
lion. Moncrief-yes, jackal to his
lion"
mad or Drunk" He Wondered.
Boy. are you mad or drunk:'
asked MOncrief, but he turned a
sickly gray as he spoke, and clutch
ed at the arm OF chair to steady
himself. for the room seemed to be
whirling around him. II cannot I'M
derstsnd you at all this morning.
he weRt on. with an attempt at cool
ness. II don't know what YOU are
driving at. I've been a good friend
to you. boy. always a good friend
he paused for a second and smiled
feebly at Guy. His selfassurance.
which had so completely deserted
him. was now returning slowly. He
Strengthened his back and tried to
look the other in the face.
Guy sprang to his feet. then
paused irresolutely. He wante to
hit Moncrief, to maui him badly.
but the mans smile disconnected
him.
"Why Are You Here?" Asked Guy.
What has brought you here this
morning." he cried psssionately.
What DEVILS game are you up TO
nowT
81 came round to borrow a FLYER"
returned Moncrief coolly, you might
spare me a FLYER, boy; you needn't
be stinEy-"
"Ah, now the shark Is dead
cried Guy. the prey to almost un-
governsble rage. you come TO me
for blood money, to me, to me. Esth-
er Vassell's cousin. God in heaven,
what nerve. how dare you?"
What has Miss Nasseil to do
with the natter asked Moncrief
suIlenly. He began to see that the
game was UP. and that Guy was on
his track. Lies could not help hir7
now.
she has everything to do with
the matter" returned Guy. "Oh,
you coward. You mean. pitiless
coward. to plot against a woman as
you did! You would have murdered
Esther. a poor, innocent. helpless
girl, to gain a few thousand. God,
when 1 think Of II my blood boils.
and I can hardly keep my hands
off you" He moved forward in
threatening fashion as he spoke.
clenching his fists. Moncrief re-
treated hastily.
The Worm That Turned.
Il don't know what you mean"
he kept on protesting. Il really
don't Guy. pom my honor. All
he uttered the last word with a
low. half-animaI snsrl, for Guy had
suddenly sprung on him.
The two men grappled together
furiously. Moncrief was strong
and well built. but the mad passion
in the others veins gave him the
strength OF ten. Also Guy knew
a good deal about wrestling. He
was master Of a throw that landed
Moncrief on the floor. helpless at
his adversary's feet.
Hooking cast a brief glance at
the PROSTATE man, then all his
hate blazed forth. Wild resent
ment for all the wrongs endured
by Esther fired his blood. He
gazed around and found a weapon
ready for his hand in the shape OF
Moncriers stick. the smart ebony
stick with the crook handle chased
in gold, OF which the owner was
so proud. This he brought down on
Moncrier with vigorous force in a
succession Of singing blows.
Prays For Mercy.
The sufferer howled for mercy.
but made no effort TO rise. He was
utterly cowed. He firmly believed
that Guy intended to kill him, and
his terror was great, his prayers
sbJect. Few people would have
recognized the smart, overdress-
ed Mohcrief in the whining wretch
covering under a stream OF we'll
deserved blows, covering his face
with limp. trembling hands.
All at once the stick broke. shat
tered into pieces. but not before
the mans coat had been pretty well
cut to ribbons. and an ugly blow
had SCARED his left cheek. a wound
from which blood trickled slowly.
Guy threw away the broken fraE-
ments and stood up, trembling.
There was something terrible in his
dumb rage. He literally could hard
y hold himself in. The blood lust
vas 50 strong upon him. the desire
10 Kill MOncrief so great. that he
barely managed 10 keep his fingers
from the others throat
"NoW Get Ont, Your Cur He Cried.
Get mp. YOU cur" he said. "un-
loss you want me 10 murder YOU.
I've marked your face for YOU.
hone. Get out. YOU devil. get out"
MoncTief needed no second bid
ding. He staggered heIpIessIy To
his feet, putting his hand up mo
ohanically to the bleeding wound
IN his cheek, then moved forward
10 the door. taking no heed Of his
hat or gloves left on the side table.
He looked utterly dszed and con-
founded. man who had been
thrashed within an inch Of his life.
There was no more spirit in him.
Guy stood up breathing hard till
MoncrIer had skunk away, then
he flung himself down on the sofa.
A strong physical reaction had set
in. and he now felt utterly limp
and powerless--a man worn out by
his own tempestuoas passion.
AT last I've whipped the brute
like the cur he u.s." he Whispered 10
himself. drawing a deep. half4ob-
bling breath. Then he started and
sat up erect, for he heard the sound
Of feet coming down the softly car
peted hall OF the nat. the loud
rustic ~ a womaps silk skirt.
For one SecOnd'Guy Hooking won
dered II Esther could possibly be
coming To see him then n. =.