The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-03-19
The WOlvesOf New York
STORY OF LOVE AND MYSTERY
Guy Hastens to the Usurer's Den in
New York and Finds Goldsmith,
His Enemy, Dead

let my rooms to Goldsmith for oc-
casional use? I've never concealed
the fact from you"
"A Liar, Dog, Sneaking Cur"
1T IL a lie." cried Guy angrily.
1.-The rooms are his. the place is
his; you're his-his thing-his dog
"a mean. sneaking cur l know all
about you and your dirty work.
Epstone made a pretense of los
ing his temper You think you're
clever. don't YOU" he snarIed. but
should like to know what the
devil you have TO complain Of?
You've got your money. What more
do you want"
Hooking Eripped him by the
shoulder. Look here. Epstone,
I've half a mind to thrash you
souudIy here on the doorstep OF
your employers rooms. would
II you were not such a pitiful speci-
men OF humanity and II ] didn't
know that you've been acting on
instructions from the arch scoun-
dreI within But you'll just do as
] tell you II you want to save your
skin. Sec"
No Match for Guy.
The younger man turned very white
He saw that he was no match for
Hooking. Besides, in his heart he
loathed the part he played, and was
not prepared to take vigorous
measures in Goldsmith's defense.
What do you want me. TO do"
he asked shortly.
Can yon open this door so that
We may talk inside?"
"Yes-but the old man is some
where about the place"
II don't care a hang. I'll tackle
Goldsmith, Too. I'm in the humor
for it"
Better not" said the other timor-
oUslY. Hes a nut. YOU know.
Hooking. II you tackle him it's ten
TO one that you come off second
best. What's the trouble"
Open the door and I'll tell you"
The Ante Room.
Epstone obeyed. Together they
entered the room where Guys Dor
rowing transaction had been car
ried through. He had seen 1t
many times since then. and had al
ways wondered at Epstone's pecu-
liar taste in decorations.
And ! didn't recognize this for
q usurer's dem" he muttered now.
God. what a fool"
Epstone looked nervously about
him. He pointed to the folding
door between the two rooms Cold
smith may he in his private office"
he said. If so. he Will hear our
voices. Put often see clients here
alone and he may not interrupt us.
Now. what's wrong
He is the actual lender OF the
l. A.ak n
want TO hear II from your lips
IL you know it-welI. yes, he
is"
Il was right in calling you q
sneaking tout"
81 was forced to IT," Epstone
spoke sullenly. but he did not re-
sent the imputation.
"Where Is the Money Coming
FROM"
We'll. do you know how Cold
smith expected to be repaid the
money he lent me? Answer that"
The look in Guys eyes betokened
danger.
Epstone was silent.
Answer me, mani you dare"
81 don't know" came the embar-
raised reply. T.
nut AOu tan
Not even that. He had not taken
me into his confidence. ] was put
up as the lender: that is ALL
He meant TO have Miss Nsssell
murdered. He has made two at
tempts to do So. Now, what have
you to say"
The result OF his words was I'M
expected even TO Guy. Epstone
broke down. He rocked himself
d"spairingly in his chair and weak
tears came TO his eyes.
JackaI Hated Goldsmith.
II hate him hate him." he
mosned
He poured forth the story OF his
own wrongs; he told of the igno-
miny OF his position. Of the crimes
which he was bound to coun-
tenance. 4 little sorrow for the
wretched youth stole into Guys
heart. Here was one who had
fallen lower than himself
II guessed what he had in his
mind falter~d Epstone, "but
could do nothing. am bound
hand and foot"
VIII YOU help me now" asked
Guy. Modified to softness. ss was
Inc way WIN MIN.
What can l do: What do you
propose?"
FIRST. must see the contract.
II must be paid somehow at once.
Can you get it?'
"Isaacson has it It's In his desk
in the next room"
We'll let us look for it"
"But lie may he there --"
II he is." cried Guy. so much
tho better. can tackle him a.
once. I mean 10 settle the matter"
Without moments hesitation.
he threw open the folding door.
Epstone followed him nervously.
Goldsmith. He Is Dead
By the great ChippendaIe desk,
his back to them. sat Goldsmith
He was leaning forward, his head
on his arms. which were extended
al length upon the great blotter.
81 believe he's asleep" whispered
Epstone.
Hooking laid his hand on the
money lenders shoulder. There was
no responsive movement.
Hes dead" said Guy.
Goldsmith lay dead, his arms
sprawling over the open desk. his
ugly face pressed against the white
blotting paper. 4 very cursory
glance satisfied Guy that his enemy
was dead. this enemy whom he wHs
to see thus the frSt time OF their
meeting
"The fellows dead" repeatrd
Guy. turning I" Eps,one. who stood
lust behind him gazing with diIut.d