The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1921-10-29
The Mystery of
theSilverDagger
BY Randall
Parrish
Author of
THE Strange Case
of Cavendish"
Copyright BY Randall Parrish
Copyright BY Randall Parrish

THAT thing" he burst forth final
ly. KILLED with that"
mo. not that; but one exactly like
it,"
"Who says so-the police? GOtt!
it could not Kill u man. Why you tell
me this-why?"
"Oh, only because l thought you
might be Interested. However, let's
not talk about ii any more. You will
settle that account before the close
of banking hours tOmorrnw?'
81? Yes, will settle"
There was the sound of foot on
the cement floor of the corridor with
out, and, almoS> at the same instant
the electric light, which had been
turned on, revealed Il mans shadow
on the glass of the closed door. He
seemed To stand there hesitatingly;
then he raped with his knuckles Oh
the glass.
flattened myself out against tho
inner wall of the closet. aware that
the two in the second office were com
ing forward together, Wine giving
vent to a startled oath IN his excite
ment. He strobe straight TO the door,
and opened IL with jerk.
You, hey! What the devil do you
want here?"
"A word with you. and d-n
quick"
1t was WaldrOn's voice, but his
speech ended abruptly, as his eyes
caught sight of the woman. She
wasted no time.
Il was just going" she said calm
ly, ignoring him, but speaking directly
to Wine. 81 will see you tomorrow
then"
She passed between the two. with
out so much as favoring the Russin
with glance, and he stared after
her with open mouth. then stepped
back to watch her progress down the
corridor. Wine drew him hastily
aside. closing the door tightly and
shooting the night-latch.
1.-THE d-n girl never locks this door
when she goes out" he muttered
angrily, wheeling about to face the
other. Nov. speak mp. will you !
what sends you butting in here?"
swell. first you tell me-" Numbered
Waldron, gripping the other angrily
with one hand, what business that
female has with you? BY God. Wine,
if you are trying to dOuble-cross, you'll
find me no easy mark. Answer, you
cur-what was she here for?''
Nothing, only private business"
"You promised to see her tomor-
row."
"Yes, it was 10 pay note. Come
in here, and I'll explain all. There's
nothing to brighten you. Waldron."
The two disappeared into the inner
room. WaldrOn's voice still rumbling,
with Wine interfering word now
and then. / ventured to stand erect
again I'm the confines of the closet,
and press my ear to the crack of the
inner door. Both men were confident
of being alone, and so deeply i'm
mersed in their own affair a to speak
with little restraint. Waldron, really
affrightened at this discovery of Miss
Gessler, adopted the method of bully
to carry his point, more eager than
ever To escape the city.
WELL" he began, humping the
desk with a fist, now you begin to
spill. Don't try To work any game
ON me. What do you mean by pay
ing note? You owe her something's"
NO; now listen. and don't get mad.
tell you just how it was" and Wine
endeavOred TO be smooth and plauS
ible, his voice pitched SO low i had
difficulty in hearing the words. "She
said ] was to succeed Alva, and be
the revolutionary agent; partly she
came to tell me this, but some way
she learning of my Indebtedness, that
have an overdue note at the bank"
"How the HI did she know that?'
II could not tell" apparently sur
prised himself. II never asked, but
maybe Krantz he told her. When
they talked over my being given
charge of the fund-;yes, that must be
the way, for she insisted l must
straighten that matter up quick, be-
fore other money was given me-"
(TO BE CONTINUED)