South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-09-26

flores from attempting 20 embark |
gtealGhfly By means Of some boat /
or sloop found by chance at the /
waters edge. a dozen patrols /
walked The streets OF Coralio I'M
suspected. ready 20 intercept the !
self there
Goodwin vss well convinced that
no precautions had been overlooked. I
He stroIled about the streets that
boro such high-sounding names and
were but narrow. grass covered |
lanes lending his own aid 70 the
vigil yhet had been intrusted 20 him
By Boz Englehart.
TIE town had begun the tepid
round OF It's nightly diversions. A
few loisureiy handles. cled in white
duck, with flowing pecRties, and
swinging slim bamboo canes. thread
Cd the grassy by-ways toward the
houses OF their favored senoritas.
Those who wooed the art OF music
dragged tirelessly az whining con-
certinas. or fingered lugubrious
guitars at doors and windows. An
occasional soldier from the cuarte.
with Tapping straw hat. without
coat OF shoes, hurled by, balancing
hts long gun like a lance IN one
hard. From every density Of the
foliage the giant tree frogs sounded
their loud and Irritating clatter.
Further out, where the oy-ways per-
ished az the brink OF the jungle, the
cultural cries OF nSArauding ba-
boous and the coughing OF the alli-
gators IN the black estuaries frac-
tUred tho vain silence OF the wood.
BY ten o'clock the streets were
deserted The oil lamps that had
burned, a sickly yellow. at random
cornerA bad been extinguished by
some oooncrJfcal civic agent Co
rRlio lay sleeping calmly between
topping mountains and encroa ching
sea Hfe stolen babe in the arms
OF It's sbductors. Somewhere over
IN that tropical darkness-perhaps
already threading the profundities
OF tho aIluvtal Iowlands-the high
adventurer and his mate we're NOV
ing toward laEd's end. The game OF
Fox-fn-the- Morning should be com
ing soon 70 It's close.
Goodwin, az his deliberate gate.
passed the long, low Quartet where
COralio's contingent OF Anchuria's
military force slumbered, with its
bare toes pOtuced heavenward. There
was a law that no civilian might
come 90 near the headquarters OF
~that citadel OF war after nine
o'clock. but Goodwin was always
forgetting the minor matters
"Quien vfve?" shieked a sentinel,
lengthy musket.
without turning his head and passed
on. undated.
To the right he turned. and TO
the left up the street that ultimate
ly reached the Plaza Nacional
When within the toss o. a cigar
stump from the intersecting Street
of the Holy Sepulchre. he stopped
suddenly IN the pathway.
He saw the form OF a tall man.
clothed IN black and carrying a
l-rge valise. hurry down the cross
street IN the direction OF the beach
And Goodwin's second glance made
him aware OF a woman at the mans
elbow on the farther side. who
seemed TO urge forward. II not even
20 assist her companion in their
swift but silent progress. They
were no COralians. those two.
Goodwin followed at increased
speed, but without any Of the art
fuI tactics that ara so dear 20 the
heart Of the sleuth. The American
was too broad TO feel the instinct OF
the detective. He stood as an agent
for the people OF AnchUria, and but
FOR political reasons he would have
demanded right there the money. II
was the design OF his party TO Sc
cure the fmperiied fund, to restore
20 20 the treasury OF the cuntry and
20 declare itself IN power without
bIoodshed or resistance.
The couple halted az the door OF
the Hotel de los Estranjeros. and
the man struck upon the wood with
The impotence OF one unused 20 his
entry being stayed. Madame was
long IN response; but after a time
ner light showed. the door was
opened. and the guests housed.
Goodwin stood IN the cuiet street.
lighting another cigar. In two min
utes a faint CLEAN began TO show
between the Stats OF the talOusies
in the upper story OF the hotel.
They have engaged rooms" said
Goodwin 10 himself so. then their
arrangements for sailing have yet
20 be made.
A. that moment there came along
vAOre Esteban DeICa6o. a barber. an
enemy or the existing government a
jOvial plotter against stagnation in
any form This barber was one o.
Coralio's saddest dogs. often re-
naming out or doors as late as
eleven. post meridian He was a
Goodwin with a flatulent import
ance as a brother in the cause. But
Zee had something Of importance 10
tell.
What think you. Don Frank
he cried. IN the universal tone or
the conspirator. I have tonight
shaved IA barba-what YOU call the
. 'weeskers' OF the Presidente him
SELF OF this countreet Consider,
He sent for me 20 come In the
poor cesita OF an old woman he
waited me-in verree leetle
house IN a dark place. Carrambal
eel Senior Presidente 10 make him
self thus secret and ohscuredt
think he desired not 10 De Known
but caraJo, can YOU shave a man
and not see his face This gold
piece he gave me. and said il was
o. be all quite still 7 think. Don
Frank. there - what you call a
chip over the bug
Won n~a1frF.-s