The evening world., 1919-08-07

What the devil are you doing
"My method is a trine irregular,
perhaps, Mr.. Weaver, but when you've
got to dig In mud you may get your
hands dirty Lsteny Midge, run and
fetch your uncle here as fast as you
can"
"PlI be as quick as | can, IAeuten-
ant''--S She started for the door.
Not 50 fast, young lady" cried
Bert Weaver, blocking the way. Midge
gave him a slap in the face and he
spun round with his hand on his
cheek. You little devill" But Nudge
was already through the door and run
ming as fast as she could to bring
Uncle Dan to the office.
HHave you gone craZy?" roared the
elder Weaver as Doug hammered at
the safe, breaking open the private
drawers of my SAFER -, .f.H
81 don't think was ever more sane
In my life" replied Doug, rising sud
denly and locking the door. He put
the key in his pocket and. faced the
WeaYers. 81 want the copy OF that
patent application on Monahan's in
vention, and the receipt from the Pat
ent Office"
'I haven't made any application"
retorted the elder Weaver.
Not in Monahans name, perhaps.
But I'm damned sure you have made
one for your friend, Harry Mann.
Come on, which drawer is 1t in? Bet
ter show me, as have shown you l
am prepared to use force II neces-
sary." Doug carlessly fingered the
German revolver of Won Ragan which
he took from his hip pocket The
Weavers, father and son, both turned
pale.
'Tf YOU must know, then" snarled
the elder Weaver, 'it isn't in the sofe.
The paper you want is in the uppeiI,
drawer of my desk. Here's the key.
He handed over bunch OF keys,
'T suppose you know you are com
mittine n felony?" no added.
"Tll take my chances on that re-
torted Doug, rushing TO the private
office 10 search the desk for the
paper. He disappeared, and tho mo-
ment the door slammed behind MN
Otis Weaver rushed to the telephone
"The paper isn't In your desNt uau,
whispered Bert Weaver; '1ts III 'n'
safe"--
"Shut M. YOU idiot" cried OTIS
Weaver, tensely as he ierked th'
hook OF the telephone madly 10 az
, tract the attention Of the operator
"HelIo-hello, Central" he whispered
hoarsely into the phone, glancing al
the time at the door as though fear
ful that Doug would return ieIIo
Central, call the bank downstairs
this is Otis Weaver speaking you
know, the Central Exchange BANK
under my offices, and tell them l,
send up their private Policeman al
once. I'm locked IN my otIlce py
crazy man-teIl the officer 10 say
p IT'S Monahan.' so the door VIII p,
} unlocked all, lust nave MN
5 say, ITS Monahan' Thanks -.
l Doug Adams rushed back INTO ~
. room, with the bunch Of keys In MI
y hand.
II might have known q dirty crooi
r would be q liar as well, ne Sal'
4 scornfully; "noW ! have tho Keys
a can open the safe drawers
The inner compartment door swun
r open. He grasped a bunch Of priyai
papers, ran through them hurrlodl
l as he kneeled before the safe, an
- gave a triumphant cry lie hell u
r a patent Office paper with rcd sea
k "Just as L supposed" he said, rislnt
o Here's the application, made out
d Harry Mann's name"
a Nov see here, Adams" hega
k Weaver In an oily tone Of voice
"This Is only a coincidence Harr
J, Mann and Monahan hit on the sam
r idea at the same time"
& Sure" added Bert, rubbing hi
F.; hands. I'VE saw the situation wa
: awkward and that's why we tr.el /
Y set MonahaR TO sell" .,-,..a