The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1919-05-30
GREEN
FANCY
Bv GEORGE BARR
MccUTcHEON
Autho, of.~GRAUSTARK." THE
HOLLOW OF HER HAND."THE
PRINCE OF CRAUSTARK." ETC.
Cocynshs By Dedd. Mead Al Company. lne

SocUu4a oy LooCs WesS - S~~'>s~-s'
Continued From Tuesday,
"All right" he responded.
The doctor had been working over
the PROSTATE form on the tables. As
Barnes entered the room, he looked up
and declared that the man was dead.
'This Is Mr.. Barnes" said Putnam
Jones, indicating the tall traveller with
q short jerk Of his thumb.
Fl am from the sherifrs Office" said
the man who stood beside the doctor.
The rest of the crowd evidently had
been ordered to stand back from the
tables. did you ever see this man be-
fore2' :
-'.Not until he was carried In here
an hour ago." ." r
.'What's your business up here, Mr..
Barnes?" -. .....
~ have no business up here. I just
happened to stroll in this evening"
SWELL" said the sheriff darkly, II
guess I'll have to ask you to stick
around here till we clear this business
up. We don't know you an Well,
we can't take any chances. You un-
derstand, reckon" ~ -"
,!"I certainly fail to understand, Mr..
Sheriff. / know nothing whatever Of
this affair and I intend to continue
ON my way tomorrow morning"
swell, I guess not. You got to stay
here till We are. satisfied that you
don't know anything about this busi.
mess. That's all" r7y.s>'s1 t.
..Am to consider myself under Ar
rest, sirf ~ ~. :,
II wouldn't 90 so far AZ to say that
You. Just stick around here, that's all
4 got to say. X you're eli right, we'll
soon find it out. What's more, Il you
are all right you'll be willln' to stay.
Do you get met" j.
Il certainly do. And can now as
sure you, Mr.. Sheriff, that I'd like
nothing better than to stick around
here. as you put 1t. I'd like to help
clear this matter up. In the mean
time, yca may readily find out who I
am and why am here by telegraph
ing to the mayor Of New York city.
This document, which experience has
taught me to carry for just such an
emergency as this, may have some
weight with you" He opened his bill
folder and drew forth q neatly creased
sheet Of paper. 'Read IT. please, and
note the date, the signature. the: off,
cial seal Of the New York police de-
partment, and also the rather interest
ing silver print pasted In the lower
left hand corner. I think you, will
agree that 1t is a good likeness Of me.
Each year I take the precaution Of
having myself certified by the police
department at home before venturing
into unknown and perhaps unftiendly
communities"
'1Yes,"j said the sheriff obviously;
''but how do know it amt forgeryw
@You don't know, Of course. But in
case It shouldn't be a forgery and I
am subjected to the indignity Of ar
rest>or even detsntiona you would have
a nasty time. defending yourself in a
civil suit for damages. I shah remain
here, as you suggest, but only for the
purpose Of aiding you In getting to
the bottom ftthis affair" -.
Standing on Jim Conley's front
porch a little after sunrise, Barnes
made the following declaration:
Everything goes to show that these
men were u1 here for one Of two rea-
sons. They were either trying to pre-
vent or to enact q crime. The latter Is
my belief. They were afraid Of me.
Why? Because they believed I was
trailing them and likely to spoil their
game Gentlemen, those fellows were
here for the purpose of robbing the
place you call Green Fancy"
"What's that?" came q rich, mellow
voice from the outskirts Of the crowd.
A man pushed his way through and
confronted Barnes. He was q tall,
good-looking fellow Of thirty-flve, and
it was apparent that he had dressed in
haste. "My name Is O'Dowd, and am
guest of Mr.. Curtis at Green Fancy.
Why do you think they meant to rob
his placer"
SWELL" Begin Barnes dryly, at
would seem that his place is the only
one in the neighborhood that would
bear robbfng. MY name is Barnes. OF
course, Mr.. ODowdt tits mere spacu.
lation on my part"
'But who shot the man?" demanded
the 1riShman. "He certainly wasn't
winged by anyone from our place.
Why, Lord love you, sir, there isn't q
soul at Green Fancy who could shoot
a thief if he saw one. This Is Mr.. De
Soto, also guest at Green Fancy. He
WILL I think, bear me out in upsetting
your theory"
A second man approached, shaking
his head vigorously. He was a thin,
pale man with singularly scholastic
face. Quite an unprepOsseSsinp. In.