Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-08

deal more than that" said Voles, "a
good deal more than that"
So it was documents, not actions,
that the blackmailer held in suspense
oyer o, the head of Rochester. 1t really
did not matter a button to Jones; he
stood ready to face murder itself,
armed as he was with Rochesters let
ter in his pocket and the surety of
being able to identify himself.
WELL" said he. Tets finish this
you?'
II have check book right enough
what's your game now"
Just an idea of mine before I pay
you-bring out your check book;
youil see what | mean in minute"
he took the check book from the
breast pocket of his overcoat.
Now tear out a check"
Tear out a check" cried the other.
What on earth are you getting at
Tear out a check" insisted the
other; lit will only cost you a penny,
and You will see my meaning in
moment"
The animal, before the insstent di-
rection of the other. hesitated, then
with a laugh he tore out check.
Now place it on the table"
Voles placed it on the table.
Jones, going to the bureau, fetched
pen and ink. He pushed a chair to
the table and made the other sit down.
Now" said Jones, write me out a
check for eight thousand pounds"
Voles threw the pen down with a
Taught was his last in that room.
you won't?" said Jones.
"Oh, quit this fooling." replied the
other. I've no time for such stuff;
what are you doing now?"
Ringing the bell" said Jones.
Voles just about to pick up tho
check, paused. He seemed to find him
self at fault for moment The jun
gle beast. that hears the twig crack
beneath the foot of the man with the
bloody meal on the carcass of the de-
coy goat.
The door opened and servant an
peared; it was the miracle with calves
Send out at once, and bring in an
officer-a policeman" said Jones.
Eyes, my lord"
The door shut
Voles jumped up and seized his
hat. Jones walked to the door, and
locked it. placing the key in his
pocket.
1--WE got you" said he. "and I'm
going to squeeze you, and I'm going
to make you squeal."
You're going to-you.re going to-
was the color of old ivory.
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this"
Here, d--n this nonsense-stop
it-you fool, III smash YOU" said
Voles. Here. open that door and
stop this business"
II told YOU I was going to make
you squeal," said Jones, but that's
nothing to what's coming"
Voles came to the table and pat
down his hat. Then, facing Jones.
he raped with the knuckles of his
right hand on the table.
you've done it now said he;
charge, false imprisonment, that's
the papers tomorrow morning. and
intimidation on top of that. over
and above those there's the papers.
I'll have no mercy-those papers go
to Lord Plin.imon tomorrow morn
ing. You'll he in the divorce court
tuis day month. and so will she. Rep
utation! She won't have rag to
cover herself with"
"Oh. won't she?" said Jones. This
is most interesting" lie felt great
uplitt of the heart. so this black
mail business had to do with wom-
an The idea that Rochester was
some horrible form of criminal had
weighed upon him. 1t had seemed
to him that no man would pay such
IA huge sum as $4,000 in the way of
b,acknail unless his crime were in
proportion. Rochester had evidently
paid it to shield not only his own
name. but the name of u woman.
Most interesting" said Nolcs.
I'm cad you think So" Then