Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-11-02
The
Substitute
Millionaire
By
HUBERT FOOTNER

JACK threw up his hands. You're
SO stuck on your role OF multi mil
iionalre, that you're always forget
tlns II S only q role you're playing
New listen. I'm going to tell you tn.
Whole truth about Mrs. Cleaver ano
Miriam, It's all can do for you. In
the first place Mrs. Cleaver has been
IN the pay of the old man for tire,
years. 1t was he who supplied the
coin to keep up that house. l caught
her with the goods
impossible" gasped Bobo "a so
ciety woman like that! You're sur.
you are not mistaken"
Read that" said Jack, handin,
him MIR. BIS letter to Mrs. Cleaver
Bobo's hair almost stood on end as
he recognized the handwriting and
appreciated the Significance of what
he read.
"But-but Miriam didn't know
anything about this. She said she
what her cousin
/ please don't give me any NOR,
of that stuff. Mrs. Cleaver was only
the old mans catspaw, but Miriam
is a confidential insider"
How do you know that?"
We'll, for one thing Mrs Cleaver
told me the old man had sent Miriam
to her."
But you've just said the woman
was a crook. That's no proof"
"Oh, that's not all I have against
Miriam. 1t appears that she was
practicing her wiles on Stlas Gyde
before he was killed"
| From his desk Jack got the un-
finished letter that the dead, million
aire had left behind him. To Bobo
he read that part Of it which re-
ferred to Miriam.
Bobo was shaken but unconvinced,
'"That description might fit dozens of
girls" he said.
Sure" said Jack, ''all except the
peculiar mole on the inside of he;
right forefInger Ever noticed that 2"
"N-no."
well, have. If you're going to
see her again. recommend that you
look for It,"
/ Bobo was now weakening fast.
What do you suppose her game is?''
That's easy, To marry you and
get a strangle hold on your supposed
millions. Now I didn't wantI to tell
you all this because it endangers the
/ game I'm playing. But I got you in
to 1t, and don't want your blood on
my conscience either"
my b-blood!" stammered Bobo,
white as a sheet
Jack said simply: eff you let your
self be inveigled into marrying that
girl, when, she finds out you haven't
| got a sou, she'll kill YOU She's that
kind
/ Bobo shook as with an ague. 'Ill
never see her again." he whispered.
II swear it!''
CHAPTER XXI
! Jack---in the character Of Mr. Pit
man, had now reached a degree of
intimacy with Dave Anderson, man
ager of the Eureka Protective As
ISOLATION, sufficient to enable him to
drop into Anderson's private office
at any hour during the day without
I exciting remark He was careful
never to display the least curiosity
! concerning's Anderson's business, but
simply kept his eyes and ears open
and picked up what he could,
/ His patience was rewarded at last.
One morning as ne entered the pri-
/ vate office, he found Anderson en-
gagged in tying up a little packet, the
significant size and shape of which
4 made Jacks heart beat faster.
Remittance day." said the indis-
Greet Anderson carelessly. "Just wait
till I get this off to the boss, and I'll
go out and have smile with you"
Jack had instantly made up his
mind to follow that packet SORRY"
/ he said, cant stop now. Just
i dropped in to ask you the number of
your cigaramaker on lower Sixth
avenue. I've got to go down in that
neighborhood, and thought I'd get
some"
"S1 Sixth" said Anderson, ''Will
we lunch today?''
"All right" said Jack, "I'll be back
in time.
| Meanwhile Anderson was writing
the address on the packet Jack ar
ter considerable practice had taught
himself to read his writing upside
down. He now read:
l"MR. PETER FEATHERSTONE,
Hotel Abercrombie.
! (To be called for.)"
This was all lie required. He babe
Anderson goodby, and went out
Having plenty Of time, he proceeded
in leisurely fashion to the A>bercrom-
bic, one of the great hotels in the
Thirty Fourth street district. He
was filled with great hope.
please God I'll get him this time
I'm safe against recognition in the
Pitman disguise. I won't call on any
plainclothes man now, but trust tC
myself"
Prudence restrained him from pre-
mature rejoicings mo counting
chickens this time" he warned him
self. Remember you're dealing with
a customer as slick as an eel. If he
slips thru your fingers you've got tc
be prepared to begin all over to-mor-
row."
/ In the pillared lobby Of the Aber-
crombie Jack bought q newspaper
and planted himself in a chair in
such wise, that while appearing to
be absorbed in the news, he could
command all that went on at the
desk.
AS he was waiting there little Har-
mon EVers the wig maker passed
To IL ,nf nj n En- l.