Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-07-24

deal In mixed metaphors. you appear
to have shed your spots-you're too
awfuuy docile!"
you got the goods" muttered the
i Butcher sullenly. What more do
you
He stopped suddenly. His eyes
met the Hawks. The telephone on
the table was ringing.
The Hawk hesitated. Into the
Butchers eyes, narrowed now, there
seemed to have come knocking
CLEAN. The telephone rang again.
And then the Hawk reached out
abruptly, and took the receiver from
the hook.
'Hello!' he said gruffly.
-Four X. Who's that?" responded
a voice.
. There was something familiar
& about the voice, but he could hot on
the instant place Wit. The Hawks
mind. even as he answered, was
swiftly cataloging every member of
the gang known to him in an effort
to identify it.
THE Bantam" he said.
"All right" replied the voice.
Give me the Butcher"
Hold the line," answered the
Hawk.
He placed his hand over the trans
mitter. The voice was still eluding
him. He turned, and eyed the
Butcher.
-Four x wants you. Butcher" All
the drawl. all the insouciance was
In rl nj 4,
menace, cold as death. And you're
going to speak to him-but you're
going to say what tell you to say.
But before you begin, want you to
remember the little account between
us that's been hanging over since
that night III the paymaster's office
II you make a break, If you try to
frame me-Lll settle that account
here tonight, while you sit in that
chair. II YOU hesitate on word, I'll
i fire--and not thru my pocket, you
yellow cur! Understand? Don't kid
yourself on this, Butcher! II nod
my head, say 'yes'-and no more.
Now"
The Butcher had sunk back in his
chair. There was fear in his face;
It was white, and he circled his lips
with his tongue.
Beneath the mask. the Hawks lips
were q straight line. He laid down
=hia automatic on the table, placed
the receiver TO his own ear, and held
the transmitter to the Butchers lips.
go ahead" ordered the Hawk.
ASK him what he wants" His fin
gers, cupped and pressed over the
transmitter, lifted.
..Hello!" said the Butcher. what
lis it?'
sThat YOU Butcher? Everything
all right?' inquired the voice.
The Hawk nodded.
Yes said the Butcher.
well. open up Bit" complained
the voice. Ibid you get him, and"
The voice was speaking on. The
Hawks lips had set a little tighter.
He had recognized the voice now.
His fingers were pressed over the
transmitter again.
TELL him you laid me out cold"
instructed the Hawk: and that l
haven't regained consciousness yet.
Now!" The voice had ceased speak
ing: the Hawks fingers lifted again.
'We beaned him." said the Butcher
lnorosely. Hes still asleep"
Good" chuckled the voice. 'Ill
be UP there by and by, and"
Tell him to stay where he is. that
it wilt be-safer." The Hawk clip
ped off his words.
The Butcher delivered the mes
sage, the smart in his voice entirely
to the Hawks liking.
''What?" questioned the voice. II
didn't get YOU"
Repeat" whispered the Hawk.
The Butcher repeated.
20. H." came back the answer
"Yes. I guess you're right. So long.
Butcher"
Say good might. prompted the
Hawk.
Night" growled the Butcher
The Hawk replaced the receiver on
the hook, and the instrument on the
table.
The Butchers lips were livid.
The Hawk picked up his automatic
and leaned forward, his eyes on a
level with the Butchers.
Whats that fellows mdniker,
Butcher"
The Butcher hesitated.
The automatic crept forward an
inch.
'.Parson joe" The Butchers
voice choked with mingled rage and
fear.
"Parson Joe. eh!" repeated the
Hawk rumiratingly. WAS he the
chap who pulled that con game on
the Riverdale Bank back in New
York state about six years ago, and
afterwards got cornered by the po-
lice in Ike Morrissey's gambling hell,
and was caught because he nearly
bled to death. With his wrist half off,
trying to get thru a broken window
paneT NFIe got four spaces. That
him?"
IF you say so, II must have been"
There was a leer In the Butchers
voice
WAS it," The automatic touched
the Butchers breast.
YES" said the Butcher.
Thank ycu!" smiled the Hawk.
Now" He gagged the Butcher
with the handkerchief. tied it secure
~ into place, stood up, picked up the
little black bag. switched off the
electric reading lamp, moved to the
window, and drew aside the shade.
We'll let that account stand open
for little while longer Butcher" he
said softly. Just little while
longer-good night
He swung out of the window
dropped to the ground. ran across
the lawn, ard gained the road His
mask and automatic were back In