Evening times-Republican., 1920-11-03


sleep easy o nights!"
But what's going to become Of me
now?" said poor Bobo.
Jacks transports were interrupted
by ring ut the outer door Of the
suite He ran 10 it and flung 1t open
Bitter disappointment awaited him
1t was not the famous, much de
sired MIR. b." that he saw outside
nor was it a figure that could possi-
the house detective, had his huge
hand on the shoulder of Il sinking.
weedy youth with sallow vacuous
face, and cigarette stained fingers;
in other words, the typical loafer of
the Times Square neighborhood.
Baldwin was behind the pair, eager
TO sec what would happen.
"Oh, that's not my mani" cried
Jack.
There was an awkward silence.
II followed yoW instructions to the
lC tcr' said Baldwin. eager to Justl
~ himself You said to arrest any
man that asked for that package.
This man asked for It,"
'Sure" said Jack quickly. You die
right. I'm disappointed. that's ALL"
II haven't done anything" whined
do tp me?"
"Shail l let him go, sir?" doomed
Connolly.
Jack roused himself. Not on your
life," he said. He's got to, give an
account of himselt. BRING him in
and shut the door" TO the weedy
youth he said: NVho sent you here?"
The answer came voluble and era
Ven: II don't know who the guy was.
never seen him before, Honest
didn't know there was anything
crooked in 1t. I'm no crook, boss. !
Describe the man who sent you
here"
The answer came readily: "a me-
dium Old guy, stoutish, not real fat
Had his hair brushed In n funny
way. old fashioned like, and u little
chin whisker.'
That's my mani" said Jack grim
ly. "Where did YOU meet him?"
II was standin' In front of the
pitcher theater ON Seventh below
Forty Second with some other fell
lows when bg black limousine car
came along and stopped at the curb
We all took notice of it, 1t was such
a long car long as an ambulance.
The door opened a little way, and
an old guy leaned out and held up
a finger to me.
He asks me if l want to earn a
dollar, and / says sure. So he tells
me to go to the desk of the NADIA
gascar. and ask for a package for
Mr.. Amos Tewkesbury, and bring it
to him. But he said he wouldn't be
in the car when l got back. He said
he'd be standing on the northwest
corner of Forty-Second street and
Seventh, and l wasn't to stop when
I saw him. but Just slip him the
package, and take the dollar he'd
be holding in his hand. That's all.
didn't see nc wrong in It,"
Maybe he's lying, SIR said Con-
molly.
Jack shook his head. Sounds like
my man." he said.
w hat III 40 WIFI llfIl, SIT.
Let him have the package and
let him $40" said Jack.
To the prisoner he said sternly:
"Your story may be true, but this is
an ugly business you've mixed your
self up in. You'd have a hard time
proving your innocence in court. The
only way you can square yourself is
INV l,nJ
The sallow youth turned shade
paler. Hes stronger than me. and
he's heeled," he muttered.
II don't want you to lay hands on
him. I'll take care of that. You fol-
low your instructions just as he gave
them to you. Hand him the package
without stopping. Go quickly, and
don't look behind you."
TO Connolly Jack said: "Take a
taxi to the corner of Eighth and
Forty Second, and walk back on
Forty Second. You've heard the de-
scription of the man I want, and the
car he rides in. If he gives me the
slip, and tries to escape towards the
west, nab him"
1t was still raining. Jack snatched
UP an umbrella and, opening it, with
his penknife, made little triangular
cut midway in the silk.
my disguise" he said.
The sallow youth, clasping the
package, hurried out of the hotel
with Jack at his heels. Jack raised
the umbrella and held it low over
his head. Thus while his face was
hidden from the passersby, he could
still see ahead thru the little hole
The stretch Of pravement between the
Madagascar and Forty-Second street
was as thronged as it is twenty
hours out Of the tWcnty-fOur, even
in the rain.
They had crossed Forty-Third
street and were within two hundred
feet of the appointed place. Jack
was peerfng eagerly ahead thru his
peep hole, when suddenly his UNI
brella was knocked sideways, and a
clawlike hand clutched his wrist. A
cracked voice squalled:
stop him! He snatcLed my
pocketbook!'
1t was bent little old woman in
q queer rusty bonnet over a brown
wig. She wore glasses so thick. that
her eyes were like little points far
behind them. She redoubled he1
cries.
He's I. thief: He stole my pock
etbookm
Jack crimsoned with anger and
mortflcation. He was helpless. To
knock the old woman out of the way
would only have been to convict him
self of her preposterous charge. In
llVe seconds great crowd was
pushing and showing around them.
All my money! All my money!
vailed the old woman, and actually
wo tears rolled down her withered