The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-06-24

Bending forward. the little man
examined the gilt clock on the man
ayers desk. Twenty minutes past
A." he announced. Il give you ten
minutes TO find some one to- make a
charge against shayuon. Mrs
What her name. or either OF your
selves. II you like the Job. If you
fail to produce a complainant by
half past 4 precis~iy. out OF here
go-and I'm sorry for the man who
tries to stop me. -
The detective took a chair. cro..
ed his legs. and produced cigar
which he began TO trim with car.
The manager. anxtouaiy pacing the
floor. after another moment or NO
rsused at the door. fidEe,rd. i~rked
Il open. and with rnuffied Par
dom disappesred-prcsu In
search OF Shsynon.
Striking n match. IA. detective
puffed his cigar aglow. Over ita tip
his small eyes tvinkled at Il. syhar-
lite.
Maybe you're a gentleman crook.
and maybe not" he returned with
fine impartiaiity But you're all
there. son. with the tongue action.
Damn Z I know yet what 10 think"
We'll. II that's your trouble" p.
Sybarits told him. cooIly. this is
your cue 20 squat on your launches.
scratch your left ear with your hind
leg. and gaxe up into my face with
an intelligent expression In your
great brown eyes
I'm do better'n that" chuckied
the man. Have a cigar"
Thank you" said r. sybarite, po-
iitely. accepting the peace Offering
knowledge the habit"
The match supplied. he smoked In
silence.
Four minutes passed. by the clock
no Sign Of the manager. shaynon or
Mrs. Strone.
STORY" the detective suggested
af length.
Plant" retorted p. sybarite as
tersely.
You mean he ssited YOU" 4
Tn the elevator. Of course"
1T come to me. that was the way
OF IL when he sprung that bunk stuff
about you coarsciy loading said loot
In your coat. TAIL" admitted the dc.
tective. THAT didn't sound sensible,
even II you did have a skirt 10 fuss
into n cab. The ordinary vest. pocket
of commerce. would've have kept 1t
just as close. besides being more nat.
ural---easy 10 get at Then the guy
was too careful TO tip me off not TO
pinch you until the lady had went
didn't want her name dragged into
II. A fellow in my jobs gotta
have n lot OF Imagination" he con.
ciuded. complacently. That's why
I'm letting you get away with IL In
this unprofessional manner.
More human than In line with
the best literary precedent, eh?'
That's me. I seen he was sore
when the Dame turned him down,
too. and started right off wondering
IL maybe IL wasn't a jealousy plant
I seen this sorta thing happen be
fore. Not that I blame him for feel.
ing cut up: that was one swell piece
OF goods you bundled into numba
two.thirty."
p. sybarite's cigar dropped unheed-
ed from his lips.
"Whatr' he cried.
The detective started.
Wasn't that the numba Of the
Iady's fan---two. thirty"
Good GodF' calculated r. sybar
ito, jumping up.
What's hit your"
I'm goingr the little man an
nounced fiercely.
Your time allowance amt expired
by several minutes"
ITO hell with my time aIIowancsl
Try to keep me, II you liker'
i. Sybarite strobe -excitedly to the
door and jerked II open. The detcc.
tive followed htn. puffing philosoph-
ically.
There was no one In sight In the
hall.
Looks IKE you got a fine show for
clean getaway" he observed cheer.
fully between his teeth. Your
friends beaten II, the boss has
ducked the responsibility. and you
got me scared 10 death. Besides
damn 4 I'm going to be the goat that
saddles this hash.hut with a suit for
damages"
His concluding words were adj
dressed 10 the horizontal folds OF the