The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-09-22

opposition 20 all iawrand Urder.
4oreover. the fellow. had large and
desperate following, to whom he was
Agh-priest. He was reported to be a
Russian by birth, but spoke English
without an accent, and felt NO doubt
out what sufficient amount Of money
would engage his interest In any des-
perate cause. The ,desire to "Ret him"
added zest to my interest In the affair.
IL he was actually at the head of these
Fellows, these plotters against the neu.
trality Of the United States. the catch
would be worth while.
As soon as possible next morning 7
sought out Burke, the manager of the
notei' with whom i had a speaking ac-
quaintance, and. without confiding the
extent Of my discovery. questioned him
relative to the mysterious box, and the
guests who left 1t behind. Two men
ne said, both well dressed, but with
nothing particularly to distinguish
them. had registered together late I'm
the afternoon Of Friday, September 27
ana on request had been assigned to
one room with twin beds and a bath.
Ihe larger man, who had inscribed him.
self as "P. s. Horner, Detroit" alone
had bag; his companion, known to
the hotel as "Gustave Alva, Toledo.
Ohio," being without baggage. The
Dill was paid the next morning by
Horner, and the two departed together.
IL was an hour later when the cham.
bermaid on that floor reported finding
the box In the room vacated. After
holding 1t for a day or two in expec-
tation that 1t might be called for. no
such Inquiries being made, the hotel
endeavored to trace the men, but to
no avail. The fellows had either false
~ registered, or were entirely unknown
where they claimed residence. The
nrst was the most probable condition.
AFTER thirty days. and having exhaust
ed all reasonable efforts to find the
rfghtful owner, the hotel felt legally
justified In selling the trinket. That
was all Burke knew Of the matter and
his interest In 1t was not keen.
am inclined to think now that I
went Mt the problem without much
system, and that any success achieved
was through pure accident During
the forenoon dropped in upon Glenn
ent Breckenridge. cashier Of the Do
vers National bank. We had been
classmates at college. and I generally
called on him when in the city. This
time I led the conversation to Kulb.
hrantz & Co.. on the pretense that I
had received mail from them relative
TO some recommended investment.
Clement knew Krantz we'll and favor
ably, and my probing elected the in,
formation that the man was Austrian
by birth. but a naturalized citizen.
rather deeply interested in political
matters. If his sympathies were at all
revolutionary he had carefully re-
Trained from any such open express
sion. The firm had made a speciality
OF handling South American business
and had intimate financial connections
In both Rio and Buenos Aires. The
company ranked high In financial
circles.
The present war must have cost
them rather heavy loss" hazarded.
However. this Is nothing to me. By
the way, Clement, do you chance to
know Of Cans street In this town ?"
Scans? That is a new one on me.
Try the city directory-there on the
edge Of the desk"
Inc name was not to be found, nor
any other approaching 1t I'm sound or
spelling. and finally drifted out onto
me street, Sfeally.s no, wiser than when
nrst entered. made one more effort.
however, telephoning to a detective
sergeant whom I knew well, as to the
present whereabouts of Ivan Waldron.
The last heard Of Waldron. he was in
West Virginia, speaking to striking
miners; that was less than a week
ago; he had not been seen in the city
since.
The whole affair looked hopeless.
About all I could do would be to send
the torn note to the proper authorities
In Washington, with a statement of
how 1t came into my possession. and
let them dispose OF the matter in any
way they deemed best. wrote such
letter carefully on hotel stationery.
and went down to mail 1t In the lobby.
BEFORE disposing Of II In the mailbox
encountered the manager, Burke, and
stopped for word. We were still
talking when bellboy came ND hur-
redl, with a message. Burke turned.
What is y. Georger
THAT GSns street party Is on the
wire. 81"
"Oh, all right. Excuse me, Severn.
but I've been trying to get connection
for an hour"
but wait minute" my veins tin
Cling. "Did he say Cans street? Where
is that7 There is no such name in the
city directory"
"Gans! Why, over in Jersey. Yes,
I'm coming"
thrust the unmailed letter into nv
pocket, and sat down, staring at the
crowd In the lobby. but entirely indif-
ferent to their presence. Here at least
was an opening. a chance-Gans street
was In Jersey City. Then 1t was not
all dream. would at least look over