Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-04-13
police headquarters?

/ Police headquarters? ThiE
! is Symington Otis. Lake Shore drive.
Crazy man just left my house. He's
got bundle of dynamite. so be care
| full how you handle him. How'll
you know him? Well, he's dark, very
I tall, well built, and about twenty-four
or FIVE years old: he wears a soft gray
hat, tan shoes and blue serge suit
! The dynamite is wrapped in a news.
paper. I'll have my butler and another
servant follow him and keep him in
sight. Goodby"
When the big iron gate changed be
hind Fitzhugh it was upon very diff
ferent young man from the one who
had entered it, fired with anarchy an
evil thoughts he came out, fired With
aspiration and good thoughts. Al
ready his mind was busy with plans
4 for the future. He must not see
Esther again. He must forget her.
/ He would do something big, place
himself on an equal plane with the
girl he had just left. There must
be no more wildness, no more idlings,
nor things forbidden by law. Ambi-
ZION again throbbed in his veins, but
it was the antithesis of last nights
ambition: that had been the kind
which tears down--this was the kind
that builds up.
He turned south on the drive, his
brain reveling in golden dreams. In
his wake skulked the stout butler and
second servant, who mindful of the
telephoned word, dynamite" took
especial pains to keep n discreet dis
lance between themselves and their
quarry. Near Chicago avenue he saw
man dodge into an alley a short way
ahead, and though he caught but a
glimpse Of the mans face, he recog-
niZed Detective Kelly. He turned
swiftly, started back-and walked into
the arms of two detectives, who
seemed to appear from nowhere.
Kelly came up on a run, tackled him
from the rear and dexterously twisted
the parcel from his grasp.
What's the charge, Kelly?" asked
the prisoner, whose captors held him
fast by either arm. "Or is it just be-
cause you owe me one?"
"Never mind what" growled Kelly.
You'll do a stretch this time you'll
remember. That's enough for you TO
know"
En- route to the police station the
detective kept nice distance to the
rear with his trophy, and only with
the utmost caution did he rel:nquish
it to the desk sergeant.
FitZhugh was booked under the
name of Randolph Fitz and consigned
to a cell with a drunk and disor-
Derby" petty larceny case and two
negro criminals.
When Symington Otis arrived at the
police station the first person he met
was Kelly, and the first question he
asked, as he handed him a cigar, was,
did you get him?"
1--WE got him all right" answered
Kelly.
The last vestige of excitement van
ished from the millionaire's face.
"And the dynamite?"
Kelly exchanged meaning glances
with the desk sergeant.
Sergeant" said he, "show Mr.. Otis
the dynamite
The sergeant bent his gaze thought
fully upon the financier.
81 don't know what passed between
you and this fellow" he said. speaking
very slowly, land / don't know what
you expect to see, but this is what
he had on i'm" And the sergeant
held up a gymnasium sweater, once
white and fresh but now soiled. This
is what he had wrapped in the news
paper, and is pockets was not bur
dened with so much as match. IL
he had any dynamite on him it was
inside of i'm, sir"
Otis lips came together in a hard
line and his steel-gray eyes acquired
the flinty CLINT which his Subordinates
and opponents in the wheat pit had
long ago come to know and fear. The
thought that he had been made fool
of by braZen impostOr was CALLING
far more CALLING than if the same i'm
poster had really robbed him OF the
ten thousand dollars. All the rage, all
the anger and contumely of the out
ragged man of money power boiled
within him as he whispered savagely
to himself: ''I'll fix him." And yet
again: It'll fix him!''