Free trader-journal and Ottawa fair dealer. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1920-1927, 1920-11-04

Whitaker promptly notified those at
torneys that Ne was ready to be
served at their convenience. But be-
yond their brief and busincsslike ac-
acknowledgement, he heard nothing more
OF the action for divorce.
Ne sought Max several times With
out success. When at length run to
ground in the roulette room of Forty
fourth street gambling house, the man.
ager was grimly reticent. Warned by
the managers truculent and suspicious
tone that his secret was, after all,
buried no more than skin deep, Whita-
ker dlssembled artfully his anxiety,
and abandoned Max to his pet vices.
The newspapers reported Sara Law
as being in retirement in several wide
ly separated sections of the country.
She was also said to have gone abroad,
sailing incognito by secoud-cass
steamship from Philadelphia.
The ninc-days' wonder dSintegrated
naturally. The sobriquet of 1.-THE De-
stroying Angel" disappeared from the
newspaper scare-headS. SO also the
name of Drummond. Hugh Morten
Whitaker, the dead man come to life,
occupied public interest for n brief
halliday. BY the time that the eyecu-
tors of Carter prummond and the at
torncyS representing his clients began
to make sense of his estate and in
tercsts, their discoveries failed TO COM
mand newspaper space.
Drummond had appropriated to his
own uses every dollar of the small
fortune left in his care by his erstwhile
partner. No other client of his had
suffered, however. His populations had
been confined wholly To the one quar-
ter whence he had had every reason to
anticipate neither protest nor eX-
posture. In Whit0kcr'S tOo-mugnani-
nous opinion. the man had not been
so much thief as one who yielded TO
the temptation To convert TO his own
needs and uses a property against
which. il appeared, no other living be-
ing cared to enter II claim. The mon
etnry loss was an inconSidcrable thing
to n man with an interest in mines in
the owen Stanley country. He said
nothing Drummond'S name remained
untarnished, save in the knowledge of
few.
OF these, Martin Ember was one,
Whitaker made point Of hunting him
up The retired detective received con-
frmation of his surmise without any
amazement.
"You still believe that he's aliye?'
'lmplicitly," Ember asserted with
conviction.
"Could you find him, if necessarily
"Wi,hin day, think. DO you wish
me tor
EmlFr permitted Whitaker to con-
slider the matter in silence for some
moments. Then. "Do you want ad-
vice." he inquired.
"Welf'
"IIunt him down and put him behind
the bars" said Ember instantly.
"What's the good of that"
"Your personal safety"
"Iow?"
"With you out Of the way, he could
come back without fear"
Ember permitted another pause to
lengthpn unbroken by Whitaker.
"Shall try to find him for you?" he
said quietly, in the end.
mo" Whitaker decided. mo. Let
him alone--poor devil y
Ember disclaimed further RESPONSE
bility with a movement Of his shout
ders.
"But my wife? Could you find her
as readily?"
possibly" the detective admitted
cautiously. "But don't mean to-
"Why not|'
"Principnlly because she doesn't want
me to. otherwise she'd let you know
where to look for her"
"True.'
These fragments Of dialogue are
from, II conversation that took plncr in
the month of June nearly seven weeks
after the farewell performance Ut the