Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1918-08-16

what's happened to the kid In three
days. Where's the tee you were to
get?"
Coming up" said I.
"Still in the future" he growled
ooh, this business makes me sick!
Wait-wait-wait! We haven't all the
time there is, have wei Pm tired Of
waiting" He turned to Semi. Cant
we do something, Dual?"
"Wait for the detective" said Semi.
Reich threw himself into chair
and thrust fingers into his tawny
thatch of hair.
"Good Lord" The groaned, when you
get tired of waiting. I suppose you can
wait some more"
"See the chief?" inquired Dual.
nodded. Eyes. He'll send us his
best man on the case as soon as he can
locate him, he says"
That's the stuff" exclaimed Shell
don. "Then we'll get action. I'm
goin' to ring for drink. My nerves is
gettin' kinder jumpy, like Homer's
Glace?"
/ shook my head. wanted to think
To tell the truth there was something
funny about the thing. / couldn't ex-
actly blame Reich or the colonel, even
considering the formers peevishness
Of demeanor.
In all the years I had known him,
Dual had never puzzled me more. Not
that I doubted him for a moment.
knew him too well. Neither, I am
sure, did Colonel Mac. 1t was only
Reich who was wholly unacquainted
who did that. At the same time his
utter apparent lack OF endeavor, his
unbroken calm of manner, his what l
once heard a physician describe as
mastery inactivity, gave me an odd
feeling of uncertainty in things.
Here we were confronted with a
matter whose every detail was grip
ping, warranted to excite to the most
rapid of action-which would justify
almost any means to bring about its
successful issue, and Duaps one word
seemed to be summed up in the coun-
sci to wait. Like Reich, asked my
self what we were waiting for? 1t
seemed almost as though the answer
came in a knock on the door.
Before l could more than turn Dual
had dropped his paper. crossed the
room, and swung the portal open.
Framed in it's rectangle appeared the
figure of woman.
She was young, brown-haired,
brown-eyed, of medium height, and a
strong assured figure and carriage.
clad in tan khaki skirt, pongee
shirt-waist, with soft collar and tie to
match, and wearing tan walking shoes
A soft hat of tan felt was caught on
her head by strong silver pin, and
she carried a pair of gloves in her
hand, with which she tapped her
skirt.
"Mr. Dual?" she inquired.
Semi Dual bowed.
The woman stepped into the room
in a perfectly contained manner and
swept 1t with her warm, brown eyes.
"Shut the door. am Lucille Foote.
Chief Brant sent me up at your re-
quest" said she.
Colonel Macs jaw dropped and re-
manned 30 for possibly half minute
before he remembered to shut it.
A smile wreathed the face of Semi
Dual.
my dear young woman, this Is In
deed good fortune" he returned
quickly as he closed the door. Your
chief was wise in his selection. Please
take a chair. You understand the
case?"
Miss Foote took a seat, crossed one
leg over the other and nodded.
1.-THE girl left Goldfield six days
ago. That would be five since she
reached here" she said. "As the
phony message came from here they
probably grabbed her when she ar
rived and rushed her to some joint
where they could keep her till they
could slip her out again. There's been
lot of that going on of late, and
I've rather been helping out with the
Federal men. I've been working on
the lodging-houses and that end Of
the game. That was why Brant pick
ed me for this"
There was a straightforward direct
ness about her which made me like
her. Save for her sex she might have
been a man speaking to men. AS she
finished her lips parted and gave us a
glimpse of strong, white teeth in a
rather wide mouth. -. --
Continued Next Week.