The Washington herald., 1920-05-17
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looked up at the fntruders; but.
as IL reassured by the sight of the
captains uniform, they reverted
their attention to the man at the
telephone.
You see," said the captain to
Turpin, the value of an anony-
nous letter! No high-minded and
self-respecting gentleman should
consider one worthy of notice. Is
your wife among this assembly,
Mr.. Turpin?"
She is not" said Turpin.
And IL she was" continued the
captain, would she be within the
reach of the tongue of slander?
These ladies constitute a Brown
ihg Society. They meet to dis
cuss the meaning of the great
poet. The telephone is connected
with Boston, whence the parent
society transmits frequently its
interpretations of the poems. Be
ashamed of yer suspicious. Mr..
Turpin."
Go soak your shield" said Tur-
pin. "Vivien knows how to take
care of herself in a poolroom.
She's not dropping anything on
the ponies. There must be some
thing queer going on here"
Nothing but Browning" said
the captain. Hear that?"
"Thanatopsis by nose"
1rawled the man at the telephone.
That's not Browning; that's
Longfellow," said Turpin, who
sometimes read books.
Back to the pasturel' ex-
claimed the captain. "Longfellow
made the pacing g-to-wagon record
of 1858 way back in 1868"
81 believe there's something
queer about this joint" repeated
Turpin.
tain.
'I know it looks like a pool
room. all right" persisted Turpin,
but that's all a blind. Vivien
has been dropping a lot of coin
somewhere. / believe there's some
underhand work going on here"
A number of racing sheets were
tackled close together, covering a
large space on one of the walls.
Turpin, suspicious, tore several of
them down. A door, previously
hidden, was revealed. Turpin
placed an ear to the crack and
listened intently. He heard the
soft hum of many voices, low and
guarded laughter, and a sharp,
metallic clicking and scraping as
IL from a multitude Of tiny but
busy objects
my God! It is as I feared"
whispered Turpin to himself.
summon your men at once!" he
called to the captain. "She's in
there, know"
At the blowing of the captains
whistle the uniformed plain
clothes men rushed up the stairs
into the poolroom. When they
saw the betting paraphernalia
distributed around they halted,
surprised and puzzled to know
why they had been summoned.
But the captain pointed to the
locked door and bade them break
II down. In a few moments they
demolished It with the axes they
carried. Into the. other room
sprang Claude Turpin, with the
Sopboih at nlS neelS.
The scene was one that fingered
long in Turpin's mind. Nearly a
score OF women-women expen-
sively and fashionably clothed,
many beautiful and of refined ap-
pearance-had been seated at lit
tie marble-topped tables. When
the police bust open the door
they shrieked and ran here and
there like gayiy plumed birds that
had been disturbed in a tropical
grove. Some became hysterica1;
one or two tainted; several kneit
at the feet of the officers and
besought them for mercy on ac-
count of their families and social
position.
A man who had been seated be-
hind desk had seized a roll of
currency as large as the ankle of
a Paradise Roof Garden chorus
girl and jumped out Of the win
dow. Half dozen attendants
huddlcd at one end of the room.
breathless from fear.
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