The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20
Continued from last Week)
CHAPTER VIII.

| A Friend at the McAIpIn-The Dag
ger Hatpin.
His unexpected question startled
me. In way 1t was an odd echo of
the vague suspicion which had been
pursuing me ever since the early aft
ernoon. Somewhere there was mys-
terious hand operating-but whose
| hand?
"a Russian Jew?" questioned.
"Why should you ask that?"
"Well, I'll tell you. Maybe it don't
amount to nothin' an then again 1t
might give us the right steer. A feI-
low they call sly Levy'-hes cheap
thief. a dip mostly-blew in yere last
night with note for Harris He left
it with one O. the night barkeeps, an
seemed te. be in HI Of hurry ter
haze |, delivered. The d--d thing was
scaled, but not stamped, an there
wa'n't 40 address on 1t either. So
didn't think It was no penltentlnry
sentence to pry it open, usin' bit OF
steam to loosen up the flap. But I
didn't find much. only two lines spelled
out in print letters. where you met
*, eight tomorrow. Don't fail; i'm
portant. l. W. That was every d-n
word Do you make anything Of
that?"
eyes. do" said heartily. ITS part
| Of this job. I'll explain after bit.
What did you do then?"
Sealed it up, an give 1t back to
Joe. l didn't see no harm in it. Do
you happen to know who this Il. W.
| stands for?"
81 can make mighty good guess,
Costigan-a Russian Jew, all right;
Ivan WaldrOn."
The scowl on his face remained
| fixed; evidently the name was un-
known.
| Don't know the fellow? Likely
enough not; he doesn't operate in
your line, but he is a crook just the
| same. l never saw him myself, but
| have heard about him for n long while
never anything good. He's an agita-
tor, an anarchist a revolutionary ora
| tor; one Of those bugs who fight So
| ciety and government, and hate every
| body but themselves, a lOud-mouthed
! nuisance"
| CoStigan's mouth was open.
"Soy" he interrupted "wbot's that
| kind of puv got to do with George
| Harrison
| "He's GOT this to do with him-be's
| ont after the coin. He saw some easy
money. and naturally reached out for
| it. He was the first one to get onto
| This particular game. They were
using him, this Chilean gang. to pull
| their chestnuts out of the fire, and
| that's how he tumbled 70 this bunch
| of money floating about. begging some
body 60 pc! it up. He had wormed
| himself Inside, and knew il was com
| ing. But he didn't have nerve enough
| TO tackle tho game alone He wanted
| somebody else to run ALI the risk. and
| then turn over his share. Do YOU ge,
| it now?"
Sure: he blew the thing to Har
| ris."
"In way-yes. He sent for him
| to come back from England, but with
out explaining just what his graft
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 I lit
| a cigar and watched him, his great
hands closing and unclOsing, as he
slowly reviewed the situation.
| "Say. this guy what was bumped
off-did, whoever did 1t, get anything?"
Ellis pockets were rifled, the papers
say-all but little change"
Are you sure this fellow Alva didn't
nav" mat bunch or money along with
himF
| NO! I'm not sure, OF course, hut
Harris mad been shadowing him for
a month. still, come to think. Alva
| a