Evening times-Republican., 1920-11-03
The
Substitute
Millionaire
By
HUBERT FOOTNER

While he descended in the elevator
Jack thought quickly. His thoughts
were not altogether pleasant ones.
Evidently Mr.. b." or one of his
agents had seen him watching In the
Abercromhie and had taken warning.
II this were so his Disguise had been
seen thru. Jack did not so much
mind the fact that his adversary had
given him the slip again, but he had
counted heavily on that disguise.
And now the whole structure that he
had built upon it was crumbling.
But he was far from being dis
couraged. MIR. b. had had the nerve
to choose the Madagascar Very
well. he would try to call his bluff
there. Since it was his own hotel he
there. He could telephone ahead. He
FASTENED to the nearest booth.
He got the desk at the MAZDA gascar.
Establishing the fact that the voice
on the wire was that OF Baldwin, a
clerk well known to him, he said:
'"Tl1is is Robinson speaking, Mr..
Norman's secretary. Do you recog-
nize my voice?"
Yes, sir, certainly, Mr.. Robinson"
Listen carefully. There's n crook
trying to pun a little game on Mr..
Norman. and I've framed up a plant
20 get him with the goods. Do you
get me?"
'Yes. SIR
There's just been a package de-
iiyered to the desk there, or will be
delivered in a few minutes addressed
to Mr.. Peter Featherstone, TO be
called for. No, wait minute. That
name may have been changed-but
I'm sure about the package. It's a
small flat package the size and shape
of bundle of greenbacks laid flat.
It's wrapped in IA sheet of white
typewriter paper. and tied with a
green string. Look and see IL you
have such a package there now. I'll
hold the Wire" Presently the answer
came: Yes, sir, we have such a
package. but it's addressed to Mr..
Amos Tewkesbury."
That's all right" said Jack "The
name doesn't signify. Now l want
you to keep Connolly the house de-
tective within call, and have him
arrest, as quietly as possible, who
ever calls for that package. Keep the
man in the room behind the office
until 1 can get there. I'll go in by
the side door and telephone down to
YOU from our suite. Is that all
clear?"
Perfectly. SIR
Jack hailed d taxi and had himself
carried home, that is to say to <ate's
house. where Mr.. Pitman had his
ostensible domicile. 1t was not the
sober NIr. Pitman's habit to employ
taNis, but this was an urgent case.
Jack had to remove the Pitman
makeup, of course. before he could
show himself around the Madagascar.
He hastily changed TO the more ele-
CANT attire of the millionaire's sec
retary, and then made his way thru
the vault into Silas Gyde's old rooms,
thence across the corridor to the rear
of the state apartments. Something
less than half an hour had elapsed
since he had called up Baldwin.
Bobo was there. moping in a dress
ing gown While he waited for lunch
time, the only thing that relieved
his heavy hours. He frightened a
little at the sight of some one to
whom he might pour out his trdu-
bleS.
II wish I We're dead!" he groaned.
Jack was in no mood to listen to
him then. He ran to the telephone,
and snatched the receiver from the
hook.
whats up?" said Boboa infected
with his excitement. 30"
Give me Mr.. Baldwin at the desk, "
Jack said to the operator.
Hello, Baldwin. This is Robinson.
Have you got my MANI"
''Yes, sir, we've got him all right"
"Thank God! Have him qilietly
brought up here"
Jack hung up the receiver and did
a go-as-you-p please around the Dutch
room, hurdE.aS the chairs. Bobo
gazed at him goggle-eyed.
'.What on earth--!"
I've got him!" cried Jack. 'I've
got him. l did it with my own lit
tie wits. Once too often he tried to
fool me- He was just a little too
nervy trying to pull something in my
own hoteli"
Got who? The old man himself!"
cried Bobo amazed