Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1918-12-19
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By J. u. GIESY and J. B. SMITH
Copyrights-.The Frank A. Munsey Co.

caught a fleeting glimpse OF the shop
keeper lifted and flung to the floor
between the door and the desk where
the cat-eyed man was leaning.
The man of the tongs had hurled
him into huddled, groveling heap.
Now he calmly drew huge weapon
from his clothing and added its threat
to my support.
I looked for Duval He was stand
ing Just inside of the door, which was
closed once more.
He had drawn himself up to his full
six feet of height and was calmly re-
turning the stare of the man at the
desk.
The lights sparkled and shone from
the facets of the huge ruby he was
wearing in his turban, and it glowed
like living flame of menace above
the other menace of his eyes.
'Who-who the devil are your"
spoke the man at the desk.
"Call me Nemesis" came his an
swer in tones deep, full, vibrant, which
seemed to carry hint of immutable
truth.
| "Nemesis?" stammered the other.
For one moment he seemed unable
to gather his wits fully before our sud-
den apparition.
"Nemisis," Duel repeated, and 1t
seemed to me that now he played for
time-sought to add to the others
startled surprise.
"The sum total of the misdeeds
man commits. The thing he creates
for himself-by which he is pursued,
and by which each is some day over
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souls you have crushed, come to crush
you in return"
"What balderdash is this?" snapped
the man at the desk. II don't know
who the devil you are, but fancy the
best thing is to call some of my SER
wants and have you thrown out. By
what right do you break in here, and
what do you want? Is this hold-up?
Who led you here?"
Fate" said Dual.
The man sneered.
'Do you call that thing on the floor
there fate?"
He pointed to the shopman, who
still lay where he had fallen, the blood
of his torn flesh drying on his skin.
Il perceive that you tortured that
carrion into leading you here. When
l have attended to you he will die"
"Stop!" said Dual softly as the hand
of the man crept out toward a button
on the end of the desk.
"You will call no one. You will kill
no one. You will listen to me, and do
as l say-and, failing in that, you will
die ii speak the word. The nails of
Wong Sing are strong and your neck
is slender. Can You picture yourself
like the thing on the fioor?"
The creeping hand drew back.
saw the green eyes turn, as against
their will to the torn throat of his
servant. a sort of involuntary shud-
der shook him.
! "You-you seem to have the DROP"
he said with an effort. Dual's pose
appeared to have shaken him deeply.
What do you want?"
"Sit down." Semi directed. "And
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you"
He gestured to Reich and the red,
Tipped man.
"You cursed devil you blood,
hound" shrieked the former, breaking
the tenseness of his posture. NE
mesis is good name for you, you
hound of the law! Maybe Reynard
don't know you. but you bet do.
You're Semi Dual. l make you for
all your fake rags!" T.
He turned swiftly to the man by the
desk. T.
"It's framc-up, and by God they've
got u.s." he went on in half-hysterical
excitement.
They sprung Annie and me for a
shadow, an they got by with the thing.
You thought you had them beaten, you
did. You, the wise guy-you, Reynard,
the fox, as you call yourself. You was
just tellin' us how you'd put 1t all over
Connel an this bunch who grabbed the
Lawton kid You was rubbin' it in on
us for that fall down. An now"
He pointed finger toward Semi.
THAT man is workin' with Connel-
he's a fly cop. He's the fliest cop
ever saw. You thought / was easy to
let him use me--didn't you, Bill? Well,
now you're up against the guy your
self. It's up to you, old fox!
That's Semi Dual and a hatchet
man and the other guinea is Glace for
thousand any day! You told us we
YVES safe in here, that nobody could
reach US. Well, we are - are we?
Why, you amt even safe yourself -
you're grabbed Who's made fall
down now?"
His voice rose to shrill yell of
question. He sank into chair. and
shook and shivered.
"Oh, HE'LL" he exclaimed, and FUN
bled in his pocket to draw out a cigar
ette, while I watched his hand to see
that 1t wasn't q gun.
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