Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-10-16

went w It lDIlud, anu CTOlSCU dIbuHu
Tampa Bay until the following spring,
when she took n camp up on Georgian
Bay in Canada. In October she turned
up at the Bclmonde, in New York, and
after a month she settled in EaStopolis.
During all those years she went dead
straight, never tried to turn n single
trick and made acquaintanCcs only
among the most quiet, conservative
people; in training for her Eastopols
campaign is how l figure it, planning
TO bury the past, get in right on old
Pralls money and cop out Il live one in
swell society"
Paul shook his head.
That may be, but she could have
dug herself in in some sleepy old town
and stayed there until she thought it
safe to take the social plunge. Her first
abrupt departure from the Grcenbrier
resort is significant, if your informant
is to be depended upon, and she must
still have feared something to keep on
the move as she did later; but it could
not have been prall."
No; she thought he would die in
Atlanta, and she wasn't wise to US,
either. But remember, the crowd she
| double crossed were So--Jimmy Bay
ard and his lot--and they wouldn't have
| stopped at much to get even" WCmplc
gathered his papers together and thrust
them back into the envelope. Anyway
| that is all the dope we got on Alma
Horton except that she went under
half dozen different names all be-
/ ginning with II until she hit New
York last fall. If your chief would like
copy of this memoranda"
Paul cut him short with a refusal
stemmed the flow of profuse, cringing
cordality and took his departure. One
salient fact stood out from the otherwise
unimportant information he had fright
cned out of the tricky Mr.. Wemplc !;
some undoubted Nemesis had been on
the trail of the woman from n period
prior to her initial appearance at the
Greenbrier Springs resort. Clinging
doggedly through the years, this myste
rious avenger had overtakcn her at last
in the Ledyard conservatory.
The final curtain had fallen amid
| tumultuous applause at the Hudson
Square Theatre that night and Fred
Sammis, featured comedian of 1.-The
Maytime Maid" had drawn the first
lung filled Whit from his cigarette
in defiance of all rules-and balanced
! it upon his makeup box. when the call
boy brought card to him.
&" Paul Harvey? Now, who the
oh, sent by Nat Glaub, eh?" He rum
mated aloud as he read. "I'll see
him, Bob"
The young gentleman who presently
! appeared at the door of the dressing
/ room bore no earmarks of the profcs
sion nor had he journalistic air. The
comedian eyed him askancc, although
somewhat disarmed by his frank smile.
'Mr. Sammis, I've got nerve to
bother you, l know, but / want ia
locate some one and when l told Glaub
about it he said you might be able to
help me-"
whats the idea?' Sammis asked
cautiously as he puffed once more at
/ his cigarette and reluctantly ground it
out beneath his eccentric, spiked boot.
"Whos the party you're looking for?'
"a young woman / knew as Amy
Howard" Paul replied mendaciously,
although I've reason now to believe
that she answers to Il few other names
as well. She appears to be about thirty.
but she may be older when ! described
her to Glaub he laughed and told me
he thought she might be an old friend
of yours, but would say nothing more
She's u good locker, with a face like IA
nun, except for little v-shapcd scar
up near her temple, blue eyes, brown
hair
Say, what's your game?' the other
interrupted him, his face strangely set
beneath the make up. What are you
after the dame for?"
"a little matter of three thousand
dollars back and the copyright to my
play" Paul responded with a lively
assumption of grievance. ''If you can
put me wise to her I'll be grateful,
can tell you. Was Glaub right? Do
you know her?'
The woods are full of pretty, blue
eyed, brown haired baby dolls with
their hooks out for an easy mark" re
sponded Sammis evasively. Where did
you run up against herr"
! CONTINUED TOMORROW