The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1921-09-09
The Mystery of
theSilverDagg
BY Randall
Parrish
Author Of
The Strange Case
of Cavendisn"
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the big jobs in New YORK were plotted
at these tables"
IL begin to comprehend" I said
jocularly. "why was received as a
distinguished guest. The headwaiter
must have recognized me as an old
pal-my face is my fortune"
"He may have mistaken you for
DAILY" she admitted soberly. 'but
more likely II was your tip which
made him so attentive. You are some
spender, Mr.. Severn"
THAT depends on who I am with;
this is an unusual occasion
She did not smile. or loos at me.
but leaned slightly forward. drawing
back a fold Of the curtain with one
hand, SO as to gain a wider glimpse
Of the large room without mo-
ment she remained motionless; then
turned her face sideways toward me.
"Waldron is already here" she whis-
pered warningly. HE is alone at that
second table, against the pillar. Step
around this side and you can see !:
the man with gray. bushy hair"
could not easily have mistaken the
fellow; his appearance was too EN-.
phatically that of the Russian Jew Of
certain type to enable him to con-
ceal his birthright. His back was to-
ward US. yet as he occasionally cast
his eyes about over the faces Of those
around him, I had glimpse Of a
beaked nose. and sallow. dull COM
plexion. which seemed to blend natu-
rally into a scraggling beard OF no
perceptible color. His hair though
was irOn-gray apparently uncut for
weeks. and thrust back from an nm
usually high forehead, so as to give
the man a ruffled, unkempt appear
ance far from pleasing. He was big
all over, strangely burly for Jew,
with broad shoulders and large hands,
thickly covered with hair.
moved back around the table as
Francois appeared. and resumed my
seat, keeping silent until the waiter
again vanished, and left us alone.
"And now that you have located the
fellow" l asked curiously, what dc
you propose doing-go out and talk
with hIm?"
She shock her head.
II have reason to believe he expects
to meet some one here" she ex.
planned. II do not know who; that
Is one thing desire to find out From
what you have told me tonight rather
think now it may be Harris"
"To dlvvie up?"
ITO talk 1t over, at least; they't
hardly bring the stuff in here. Prob
ably by this time that Is safel!
planted"
Francois came back, and we devoted
ourselves to the meal, although l coult
observe her glancing CONSTANT,
through the opening In the curtains t
make sure Of her man. Finall
Francois disappeared with the rem
nants while we awaited the servin
| of dessert. From my seat l could Sc
nothing Of the Russian.
mo one arrived yeti" l inquired
1.-THE Jew still there?"
HE remains alone eating. All! IN
| guess was right-isn't that Harris
| who has just come inf'
J 1t was Gentleman George" beyon
> the shadow Of a doubt. He had ev
( IDENTIFY located Waldron the momer
Z Of entering the room, and with u
other thought In his mind heade
straight toward where the letter sa
The Jew glanced up. saw him al
preaching, and drew partially baC
from the table, the knife ne had bee
using still gripped in his hand.
His posture was that of defense
y one who anticipates possible attac
IT Nor did Harris expression and ma
c. ner render this improbable. The la
ter pushed his way forward with a
st cry strides. until he reached the ms
Of he sought, leaning over the table
it front him, his face black with pa
t. sion. his first words plainly audib
r. to US above the din Of jazz band.
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