Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-10-18

with his foot on the running board,
course of action.
| old man, short and thick set
he thought, heavy mustacho and a
little chin whisker: sounds like our
| Trend who dropped uS the note last
night. Looks like out of the frying
pan into the fire for Bobo. But why
should the Red Gang kidnap him
when We've paid up? Maybe my
| whole theory of the case is wrong"
lie could think of nothing Better
TO do than go to police headquarters
and send out an alarm for long
black limousine with Connecticut
license. This would play havoc with
his carefully laid plans. Nevertheless
he was about to give the order TO
his chauffeur, when a boy OF the
street stopped him. and with inimit-
able grinninis impotence said:
SAY, fella. you'll find what you're
| looiSin' for ut the Hotel Madagascar"
Jack, greatly startled, caught The
boy by the arm. Here, YOU, rive an
account of YOURSELF" he demanded.
The boy wrigglcd in his grasp and
! whimpered: "Ahh, l amt done not
TIM"
WHO told you to tell me that?"
"Old guy in big black limousine,
Lemme SO! | amt done nottin'!"
"Whereg'
! AT the next corner there I was
| Just standin' there when the car
saksf
side me. Old glly stuck his head
| out and asst me did want TO make
half dollar. I says sure And he
gimme it. And he says tell'that guy
in the. silk hat standin' by the car
in front of MeGann's that he'll find
what he's leokin' for at the Hotel
Madagascar Then he spoke to his
shutter and they went on towards
| the Bridge"
Was he alone in the carr
Sure. Except the shutter"
Jack was at loss how much of this
| TO believe. AS matter of precau-
ton, he decided to hang on, to the
| boy for the present. You come along
with me- he said. as
The boy obeyed with mixed feel
ings. He was still scared. but the
prospect of such ride cheered him.
His attitude persuaded Jack that his.
tale was probably true. Ii he had had
any connection with the Red Gang,
he would scarcely have yielded him
self up to Jack so willingly Jack
gave the word 20 return to the Mad
agascar. AS they drove off the boy
waved his hand to his envious COM
panion in the street. At the hotel,
Jack left him in charge of the chauf-
feur.
lie found Bobo safe on his own
bed.
Inquiry at the office revealed the.
fact that half an hour heforc he had
been brought home very much the
worse for wear by an elderly friend,
who departed as soon rs he hid put
him in his room. Jack distlissed the.
boy and sent the car to the gnrage.
Returning to their suite, Jack
lsgazed grimly at the recumbent Boho.
who appeared to have suffered no
! permanent harm. He lay sprawling
on the bed, breathing stertorously
! The big white shirt bosom was rum
| pied and stained. His oyefcoat lay
| in q heap beside the bed, Jack was
! greatly relieved, but indignant, and
| more puzzled than ever.
| 81 didn't suspect our friend with
! the imperial OF being n philanthropy
/ ist.' he thought. Ills letters certainly
didn't read that way. Why the deuce
did he take the risk Of Kidnapping
Bobo from McGann's if he only
meant to bring him home? 1t beats
the Dutch,"
| Suddenly Bohd sat up with n grunt.
/ ''Wassa matter?' he asked thickly.
That's what I'd like to know
said Jack.
| Recollection returned to Bobo in a
| flash, and he clapped his head be-
tween his hands Lord, But I'm
sick" he groaned holloway.
Get up" said Jack coldly. Go
into the bathroom and stick your
head in cold water. I'll send for a
pot of coffee for YOU
Bobo put a hand to his waistcoat
pocket, and seemed about to burst
into tears. MY watch is gone." he
walled.
| (To he continued).
Richard Stapells of Toronto, now
f, in his S6th year. has been a member