The Washington times., 1918-02-24
Part One-(Continued)

Grief" He pushed back his chair
and rose from his place. "In play
you at billiards, Joyce" he added,
addressing the man who had spok-
en- little. "a dollar and the table on
the game. I've got no more to
spare till my articles start in the
Daily Correspondent This was
his constant pIea-wholly mythical
but Il had served to bring In
many q useful silver coin from
busy men whose acquaintance he
claimed. He was always in a state
of impecuniosity, and he could not
have paid Joyce If he lost the
game; but he was pretty sure OF
himself at billiards, and he would
have made the stake higher II he
had thought his opponent would
have stood it
The Wolves in Their Lair.
The two men having taken their
departure, the three who remained
drew their chairs closer together,
called for fresh drinks, and entered
into long and earnest converse
ton. The name OF Guy Hooking
cropped up at frequent intervals.
1t was after this scene that Guy
himself entered the room, and his
mind was at once set at rest upon
the manner OF his reception by his
former friends. They greeted him
effusively-affection almost
and made room for him to join
their circle by the fire.
Good boy" said Moncrief; he
had q way OF addressing his dupes
in this fashion. "Im glad to see
you again. I nearly came to look
you up the other day. but I've been
busy, very busy, over that affair OF
young Jones-you remember told
you about Il. He wants twenty
thousand TO pay off his debts and
twenty thousand pocket money for
eighteen months till he comes OF
age and gets his hundred thousand
a year. I've fixed up the Job, and
it means q clear $1,000 in my poe
ket"
SMoney=-GUy's Mouth Watered.
"oh you always talk in thous-
ands, Moncrief," said Guy, though
his mouth watered, but never see
the color Of your money. Things
are always coming off with you. II
you've made what you say, per-
hAps you wouldn't mind settling
your little debt to me-" He had
decided that his best course with
these men was to speak bluntly to
them.
ain. q day or two, boy, in a day
or two" answered Moncrief COM
posedIy. 81 haven't actually got
the dough yet"
This was the very man, so Guy
had told himself. to put him on the
right track. Did he not know all
the rich young fools in New York.
where have you been hiding all
this time, Hocking?" asked Twee-
dledum carelessly. I'VE were begin
ming to think you had deserted u.s."
Birds Of q Feather.
mot Iy returned Guy. Birds OF
q father, you know. I'm no longer
the moneyed man; I'm the man on
the make, like all OF you. don't
want to make any secret OF that to
you"
Tweedledum and Moncrief e<-
changed q rapid glance, as who
would say, Just what We fore
told"
"I want 20 get few tips off you"
went on Guy. I'VE shall all be the
better pals II we are sailing in the
same skiff, and am no longer TO
be the under dog. One Of the other
ninety-nine can assume that role.
How about Jones, Moncrief. can't
you introduce me to him? He's a
likely sort OF fellow"
But, my dear Hooking. you never
need want for money" said Mon
Grief. whats all the trouble
Gbout7"
Trouble Is I'm Broke"-Guy.
''Fhe trouble is I'm broke" said
Guy. taking a long draught Of the
highball which a waiter had Just
brought him. "Got a hundred or
two to go on with, but that's all.
Must raise the wind somehow. And
1T strikes me that financial agent
is rather a good lay. Wants moth
ing but brains. and I've got them"
'Ratherp said Moncrief, earnest
~. Il always thought you were
the sort Of man to get on II you
were put to It. Don't you worry,
Hooking, but leave things to me.
! know pust the sort OF chan Won
want-a boy with plenty of money
who really doesn't know what to do
with II. Ready to finance anything
or anYone-On my Recommendation.
Have you got any idea in your head
about making q start II you had the
cash?"
WELL" said Guy, vaguely, that
journalist chap, whom ] have seen
here sometimes. gave me an idea
the other day. I met him down in
Park Row. He was very busy. he
said, but just had time for a drink.
Then he got so excited over his
scheme that we stayed quite a long
time and had several drinks. 1t
strikes me as not a bad notion"
What was it?" asked Moncrief.
with assumed ignorance.
"A new paper-Rn evening paper.
Hee said-what is the fellows
name?"
You mean Blake. expect" pu.
in TweedIedum.
$1,000 a Year.
Yes. that's the man. A stout.
thick-set chap. with rather a red
face and shabby clothes. Well. he
said. one could make 420o. GOO a
year out OF it; he knew OF a firm
n at was doing so. Not bad that,
Ell? And he had some original |
Idea, too. which struck me as good
For instance?" asked Moncricf,
hardly troubling 10 disguise his
amusement
"Oh. cant remember EN- all. /
Journalism IL not in my line. But
fancy he said Il was absurd to pay |
and writers for therI