Evening star., 1921-10-20
BY FRANK L. PACKARD.
Copyright, 1891. by Public Ledger Co.
Copyright, 1871, BY 3. II. Davis Corp.

years ago-yes. But not now. II oiu
not pay. The restaurant pays much
better, and the rooms above Tor pri-
vate dining parties bring the money
much faster 1 am desolatea TO oona .u, =
you away; but since l have no rooms
I have no rooms, eh? SO what can
I do?"
Dave Henderson studied the others
face complacently. The man was not
as old as Nicolo Capriano; the mans
hair was still black and shone with OIL.
and features he was not Nicolo Ca
priaru ut all. but somehow 1t was Nicoio
| Cap tno, only in another incarnation
pei laps. He nodded his head. he
W: not sorry to learn that The iron
Ts, Eern was ultra exclusive!
That's too bad" he said quietly
I've come n long way-from friend
of yours. Perhaps that may make
some difference?"
"A friend?" Dago George was dis
creetly interested.
"Nicolo Capriano." said Dave Hen
derson.
Dago George leaned suddenly for
ward, staring into Dave Henderson's
eyes.
what" he exclaimed. What is
caught up the dress-suit case from
the floor. and caught Dave Hender-
sons arm, and pulled him forward
into the room, and closed the door
OSnlnu tnem.
You come from Nicolo Caprlano,
you say? All. yes. my friend. that is
different; that is very different. There
may still be some rooms here, eh?
Ha. ha! Yes, yeS"'
You may possibly already have
heard something from him about
me- said Dave Henderson. "Barty
Lynch is the name"
Dago George shook his head.
Not a word. 1t is long, very long,
since / have heard from Nicolo Ca
priano. But I do not forget him-no
one forgeks Nicolo Capriano. And
you have come from Nicolo. eh? You
have some message then-eh, my
friend?"
Dave Henderson extended the old
bomb kings letter.
Dago George motioned to Il chair,
as he ripped the envelope open.
You will excuse while ] read it
in its contents.
Dave Henderson. from the proffered
chair. looked around the room. 1t
was blatantly a combination of sleep
ing room and office. In one corner
was 4 bed: against the wall facing
the door there was safe: and an
old roll-top desk tianked the safe on
the other side of the only window
that the room possessed. His eyes.
from their cursory survey of his sur
IcNcTteu 10 lbdSO HtOTSe
The man had folded up the letter and
was stretching out his hands ef
fusively.
.''Ah. it is good" Dago George ejac-
ulated. Yes, yes! Anything-any-
thing that 1 can do for you is al
ready as good as done. ] say that
from my heart. You are Barty
Lynch-yes? And you come from the
old master? Well, that is enough. \
room: You may be. sure there is a
room. And now-eh-you have not
perhaps dined yet? And what else Is
there? 1t is long. very long. since l
have heard from the old master"
Dave Henderson laughed.
There is nothing else-and not
even that" he said. There was a
dining car on the train tonight
There's not thing. except to show
me my room and let me turn in"
But. yes" exclaimed Dago George
Yes. that. of course! But wait! The
old master! 1t is long since 1 have
heard from him. He saws great
things of you; and so you, too, are a
friend of Nicolo Capriano. Well,
then, 1t is an occasion. this meet
ing. We will celebrate it. A little
wine"
Dave Henderson shook his head.
No. he said. and smiled "As a
matter of fact. I'm rather all in; and.
If you don't mind, I'll hit the hay to-
night pronto."
Dago George raised his hands pro-
testingly.
Continued in Tomorrow's Star1