The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1921-07-07
"Sure; he blew the thing to Har-

out explaining just what his gra1t
was. On the way over Harris picked
up another end of the same net, and
went after it himself. he wasn't un-
der any obligation to Waldron, and
preferred to play his hand alone"
"And the Russian has found that
out, and now he butts in"
That's the way I'd read the cards,
Costigan.''
He sat silent a long while, and lit
cigar and watched him, his great
hands closing and unclosing, as ne
slowly reviewed the situation.
"Say. this guy what was bumped
otf-tlid, whoever did it, get anything"
ellis pockets were rifed, the papers
say-all but a little change"
"Are YOU sure this fellow Alva didn't
have that bunch of money along with
him?"
"No! I'm not sure, Of course, but
Harris had been shadowing him Tor
q month. Still, come to think, Alva
was with Krantz the same night. He
might have touched him."
with who?'
"Krantz-Adolph Krantz-the bank
er. Kulb, Krantz and Company, over
in Wall street." explained.
us he the same guy that X stands
for in the letter."
"No doubt. He and Harris had an
interview at PAT lie Compte street."
lie Compte, hey! I wonder who
lives there?"
"Well, can tell you-it's Ivan Wal
dron."
His fist came crashing down onto
the arm of his chair.
"H-l! That's all clear enough then.
He and George are up to some deal
together. Say, believe this Russian
guy is the buck who got Alva."
'Do YOU think so? Well, I am not
so sure Of that. But, anyway, what
shall we do?'
"Wait until George comes back.
There amt any cause for us to butt
in vet. This is his game, as see it.
If it was you, Mr.. DAILY" he added
grimly, "you wouldn't thank nobody
to shove in uninvited-would yer
now?'
was unconvinced by his argument,
vet knew of no way Of answering 1t.
He must have read my predicament
in the expression Of my face.
It'll come out all right, DAILY" he
volunteered. 81 know George, an he
amt the kind to be outwitted by no
Russian Jew. Let's have a drink an
we'll call it off for tonight. You leave
me your telephone number an if any.
thing happens I'll let you know"
I took a taxi back to the hotel, feel
ing restless and dissatisfied, yet un-
able to decide on any definite action.
AS I asked for my key, the clerk
handed it over, together with card
in the box, which I read in bewilder-
ment. "Mr. Philip Severn, C-145. Call
Hotel McAlpin." Could this be Har-
ris. endeavoring to reach me privately
with some message? Or was it mere
" an acquaintance who had learned
of my presence in the city? I found
the McAlpin exchange number in the
telephone book and gained connection,
nv pulses throbbing with excitement
A woman's voice answered.
1.-THE McAlpin."
This is Philip Severn. You left a
call here at the hotel for me-"
"Oh. yes, Mr.. Severn. I'm requested
to ask you to come at once to the
parlor Of the McAlpin, on the mezza.
nine floor-a friend wishes to see you" !"
"But really, I do not recognize your
voice."
aWhich is not altogether strange, as
am only the clerk on this floor. an
making this request in behalf of a
guest"
"A man or a woman, may I ask"
Sbe. Laughed good-humoredly.
.Really, I am not at liberty :" 81
You will comeT
''feS, OF course
Before I had really finished my SEM
tence the connection had been severed.
However, there was no doubt now in
my mind but that it was Harris. l
took the subway and was at the en-
trance within twenty minutes, eager
to learn what had actually transpired
during the past twelve hours. With
out using the elevator passed up the
marble stairs to the mezzanine floor,
pausing in uncertainty at the top to
look about in search Of some familiar
face. A number of people were con-
gregated about the rallied opening look
ing down into the lobby, while others
were scattered around on convenient
divans, or at small writing desks.
From the recesses of the ladies' room
at the left came the strains Of piano
music, and the sound of a soprano
voice Singing. The song ceased to
clapping of hands. The faces I was
able to distinguish were all strange
and I moved forward in search.
hod attained the opposite side OF