Evening star., 1921-09-19

would be likely to call for in order
i skarvan's use would be too bulky
for Iydeman to carry around in his
| pocket. Therefore the money wouldn't
be on Tydeman's perfson when the
old millionaire sat down to his high
falutin' dinner with his butler at his
elbow at half-past six. The money
! would be in the library. most likely
and the library was accessible
thanks to the hedge that flanked the
driveway to the house.
cigarette from his package and
lighted it thoughtfully. So far. so
good. And the rest wasn't SO dusty
! either! He had the whole thing
i he would drive down to that shabby
little street where he kept the shabby
| room in which he lived during the of
! seasons on the turf. and leave the
car standing in front of the house.
From his room he could easily gain
| the shed at the rear of the place.
| and from the shed he could gain the
lane-and all this without the slight
est chance of being observed. He
| should be able to go to Tydeman's
| or an hour and a half at the outside.
{ If any one noticed the car in front
! IL would seem only natural that he
had gone to his room to wash up and
perhaps CndHSe HIS ClOlneS tIleT d
| ninety-mile run. especially in view of
| the fact that the train he was sup
posed to take back to Stockton did
| not leave until 9 o'clock.
! He leaned back in his seat and blew
a smoke ring into the air COM
placently.
Sure" observed Dave Henderson
| 81 guess I've got the odds switched
| to Il little better than even money.
I'll be back with that hundred thou
! nd nd tIa h,pt fHfn
| got to hide it somewhere-what? And
l can't make the fool play of hiding
! it in my room
! Another smoke ring followed the
first: Almost any place would do
! so that it was easy to get at, and at
the same time would not attract at
tention to him when he went back to
it. Well, the shed. then? He nodded
his head suddenly. Yes. of course
Mrs Tooler's old pigeon-cote in the
shed, 1t was the one place in a mill
lion. The money would be perfectly
safe there, and he could get it again
any time at a minutes notice. Again
he nodded his head. The whole thing
money was hidden, he had only to get
into the car. drive to Tydeman's
house, mount the steps with the little
black satchel in his hand-and re-
quest of Mr.. Martin X. Tydeman, Es-
quire. the money that Bookie Skarvan
had sent him for. and which he had
motored matter of some ninety
miles to obtain.
Dave Henderson's lips parted in a
sudden smile. though the outthrust
| dogCed jaw WAS in no degree relaxed
There would be one whale of a hula
baloo! But the last man who could
by the widest stretch of imagination
have had anything to do with the rob-
berry was-Dave Henderson,,
After that. maybe he would accept
n second hundred thousand from
| Tydeman-and take it back to Bookie
s;karvan, too. That was all he had to
would be soon enough to dig up and
beat it out of the west for keeps.
There wasn't any hurry. Being al
ready man of affairs. it would take
settled up. There was old Square
John Kelly and that three thousand
dollars, for instance. Kelly couldn't
produce the cash at an instants no.
ness: but if he tipped old Kelly off
that he was thinking of chucking up
the west. Kelly would have it for
him at the end of a few months. There
| wasn't any hurry.
! Dave Henderson glanced at the
| cars clock-and Tipped the butt of
| his cigarette away. 1t was ten min
utes of 5. He started the car for
ward again--but now he drove leis-
! urelv The plan he had decided upon
speed. He was getting in pretty close
! to Frisco. and he did not now want
! to reach the city until at least a few
minutes after 8.
! souciant about the man. as. far back
! in his seat. his hands rested in sort
! of masterful negligence upon the
F.! steering wheel. OF ethics Dave Hen
: derson knew little, and cared much
/ less-ethics had been missing from
/ the curriculum of the school in which
he had been brought up. He wanted
a hundred thousand dollars, because
with a hundred thousand dollars he
was fixed for life; and. shaving
weighed the betting odds that stood
! between him and his goal. and having
. decided to accept those odds. it be-
came simply a question of winning,
or of being wiped out. If he got
. wiped out, he would neither whimper
. nor whine-he would simply swallow
his medicine. He was taking a sport
| ing chance-he was stalking his lib
| erty. quite possibly his life, against
Martin X. Tydeman's hundred thou
! sand dollars. And Tydeman could af-
| ford to lose. He wasn't for putting
! Tydeman, or any one else, on the
rocks; that wasn't the sort of game he
had any use for-but hundred thou
sand to Tydeman was street-car fare.
He admitted that he would have pre-
ferred it should have been some one
other than Tydeman. in the sense that
he possessed an unbounded admira-
ton for Tydeman-for Tydeman. even
though he was too old to take much
of an active part in anything, was
still the gamest sport on record. But
it was Tydeman, it happened that 1t
! was Tydeman; and so, well-Dave
Henderson shrugged his shoulders.
"Step up, gentlemen. and place your
BETS" murmured Dave Henderson
softly. And take a tip from me
bunch your wads on the dark horse"
CONTINUED in Tomorrows Star.)