Evening star., 1921-10-02

ders, and started along the street.
Since he had left the penitentiary, ne
had not given the slightest sign that
he had even suspicion he was be-
Ing watched; and. more than ever,
he could not afford to do so now
There were two who could play a,
the game of laying traps! And. be-
sides, the chances were thousant
10 one that there were nothing but
shadows oyer there; and there were
the same odds that some one who was
not a shadow would see him make the
tell-tale Investigation. He could not
AFFORD to take chance
He could not afford to fail now. He
had to identify beyond question of
doubt the man, or men, who were on
his trail. if there were any; or, with
equal certainty. establish it as fact
that he was letting what he called
There came a grim smile to his
lips. as he went along. Intuition
wasn't all he had to guide him. was
1t? Barjan had not minced words In
making. it clear that he would be
watched; and Bookie Skarvan had
Who was it tonight. then-the po
lice. or the underworld. or both?
He had given no sign that he har
any suspicious. He had gone to Pc
latts openly: after that. in an ap-
parently aimIess way, as man al
trivial things after five years Of i'm
prisonment. he had roamed about tn.
streets that afternoon.
But his wanderings had not beer
entirely aimless. He had located Mic
olo Capriano's house-and, strangely
enough. his wanderings had quite in.
advertently taken him past that housc
several times! 1t was in a shabby
quarter of the city. too. Also. it wa:
a curious sort Of house: that is. it was
curious sort of house when com
pared with it's neighbors. 1t was on
Of row of frame houses in non,
too good repair. and it was the sec
ond house from the corner-the di-
rectory had supplied him with ths
street and number. The front Of the
house differed in no respect from
those on each side of it: it was th-
rear that had particularly excited his
attention. He had not been able to
investigate it closely, of course, but it
hordered on lane. and by walking
down the cross street one could see
it. 1t had an extension built on that
reached almost to the high fence at
the edge Of the lane, and the extern
ti0n. weather-beaten in appearance,
looked to be almost as old as the
house itself. Not SO very curious.
after all, except that no other house
in view Of the fact that one Nicolo
Capriano lived there. it was at least
suggestive. Its back entrance was
extremely easy Of access!
Dave Henderson turned abruptly in
through the door of a saloon, and
leaning against the bar-well down
at the far end where he could both
see and be seen every time the door
was opened-Ordered a drink
He had thought a good deal about
Nicolo Capriano in the two months
since old Tony Lomazzi had ended his
fa Io I1st 7
at the moment when the old bomb
thrower had died. 1t had been mostly
old Tony himself who was in his
thoughts then, and the reference to
Capriano had seemed no more than
just kindly thought on old Tonys
part for friend who had no other
friend on earth But afterward. and
not many hours afterward. it had all
taken on vastly different perspec-
tive. The full significance of Tony's
words had come to him. and this in
turn had stirred his memories of
remembered Nicolo Capriano
The barkeeper slid bottle and
whisky glass toward him. Dave Hen
derson half turned his back 70 the
street door. resting his elbow negli-
gently on the bar. He waited for a
moment until the barkeepers atten-
tion was somewhat diverted. then his
fingers cupped around the small glass.
completely hiding it: and the bottle.
as he raised it in the other hand, was
hidden from the door by the broad of
his back. He poured out few drops
sufficient to rob the glass of its
cleanness The barkeeper looked
around. Dave Henderson hastily set
the bottle down. like child caught
in a misdeameanor. hastily raised the
glass to his lipS. threw back his head
and gulped. The barkeeper scowled
1t was the trick of the saloon vulture
not only a full glass but little
over for good measure, when. through
practice. the forefinger and thumb be-
came a sort of annex to the rim. Dave
Henderson stared back in sullen de-
fiance. set the glass down on the bar.
drew the back of his hand across his
lips-and went out.
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