Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-12-15
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"Good-bye," he said. .Ill look you
up some day" Ell .5 .
And whenshe had gone Brooke
wondered whether he had been wise
Or foolish. He had let this man be.
l;eve he was a criminal, and, SO far a,
least, had gained nothing by it. Fol
a monnent the idea presented itsel!
that this so-called Shorty Hanks
might be a detective. In which even;
The had simply given hostages to trou-
BILE.
But he was now, more than ever
cognizant Of the importance of fresh
raiment, and leaving the saloon look
ed about for an ,outfitter's shop. MOI
had he very far to look.
The netghborhood abounded, i,
seemed, in establishments of this sort
and a half hour sufficed to accomplish
his purchases. and see hin, so smart
'ly dressed in = suit of brown tweed,
low tan shoes, and everything else in
keeping, that he was doubtful wheth-
er those who had met him prior to
the transformation would recognize
him in his changed guise.
All that now remained to complete
the metam0rphosis was a visit to 6
barber's, and at sight Of a red and
white striped pole he plunged down
into the little basement shop before
which ii; Wanted it's colors.
The shop he found very bright and
clean and Attractive, with marble
floor, white tiled walls, and white.
jacketed artisans, to one Of whom he
submitted himself. stretching out ir
the most luxurious barber chair il
had ever been his lot to occupy, an6
closing his eyes in blissful prospect.
AS the barber deftly piled his razo,
there came to Brooke's ears snatches
of c~onversation that was in progress!
between the occupants Of two adjoin.
ing chairs.
Il wouldn't have believed that o,
Kennedy" he heard one of them say
II always thought he was on the
square,"
"Maybe he'll turn up yet" suggest.
ed the other.
X"No chance. It's a clear case 0,
skip with the coin. Foley wired HI
had started and would be at tn.
Cadillac this morning, and there 8 M
sign Of him."
TT does look bad"
Damn bad. But If I ever get ny
lamps on him it'll be a poor day fol
|Kennedy.s'H SFg i
There was silence for a little "a.
each mans head was wrapped in 1
steaming towel. Then Brooke heard
Left the country, do you think"
mot vet. He couldn't. But tnat'l
be his game.r
"He won't dare show up here"
ooh, no. He'll sail from Boston o,
IPhfladelphia, 81 maybe Montreal. thu
dirty robber. If
The conversation interested
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|.dy.s body was that which had beer
|Kennedy's money which he had jus,
stored IN the safe deposit vaults. HI
determined to have a.. look at TIL.
speakers. He could not see then
now. but when they should leave theil
chairs he would raise hts head and
get.a glimpse nj them Nm the mirroi
that his chair faced.
He still heard them talking, but
their voices were lower now, and
their words did not reach him.. HI
lay there, thinking The chair wal
very restfu1 ana the shaving process.
was soothing. He had slept badly thu
night before, and he was NATURAL,
drowsy.
hot towel wssg capped Under his CHR
and close To- his cheeks ana pressed
down upon his forehead. the barber
he steamed he realized that ne had
been slAepinK. When the towel Va
|ren.uved he raised himself IN iii
chair ana glanced IN the directiot
whence the voteesJhad come. Butgtht
Eotl,er chafrssWere empty, and the bar
boris were Aitting, across the litfls
white shop swatftnG fresh !, customer,