Evening star., 1921-11-04
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He reached the shed where he had
hidden the valises, entered, and laid
Teresa tenderiy on the floor. He used
his fashlight then-and a low moan
came from his lips. The bullet hao
cut across the side Of her neck just
above the shoulder; the wound was
bleeding profusely.. and over tne
package of banknotes, around which
her arms we're still tightly clasped,
there had spread a crimson STAIN. ne
drew her arms gently apart. laid the
package on the floor, ana then'
wrenching one Of the vaIlses Epem' 1inan
snatched at the first article Oh i"eh
that came to hand. go
His lips trembled. as he did his
BEST to staunch the flow OF blood anu
"Te5ssa! Teresa" Dave Hender-
Her eyes opened-and smiled.
She made an effort to speak: He
bent his head to catch the words;
'pave-where-where are we? Still
In the house?"
We're clear Of that We're in the
shed here In the lane where took
She made slight ahirma tive move
ment Of her head.
inen go-So. at 'once-ua'e-Ao1
Her eyes had closed again.
"Yesr' he said. His voice was chok.
ing. He called her name. Teresa!
There was no answer. She had lapsed
back into unconsciousness. And then
my God. Teresa!' he cried. brokenly.
and swayed to his feet.
An instant he stood there, then stop
ped, picked ups the package of bank
notes, thrust it into the open valise.
closed the valise. carried it into
darker corner of the shed. and went
to the door.
He looked out. There was no one
IN sight in the darkness. But then.
what interest would the police have
IN this section Of the lane? There was
nothing to connect 1t with the Iron
broke into q run down the lane, head
ing for the intersecting street tn the
opposite direction from the Iron Tav-
ern. He must get help! A queer.
mirthless laugh was on his lips. A
wounded woman in the lane was the
connecting link with the Iron Tav-
ern. And yet he must get help. Well.
there was only one source from which
he dared ask help-only one-Mill-
man..
ae ran on. Millman! Something
within him rebelled at that. But Ter
esa was perhaps-was-. No, he
would not lot his mind even frame
the word. Only one thing was para
mount now-she must have help at
once. Well. God knew. he could trust
Millman! Only there seemed some
him. And yet. Yes. this was
strange. too! Suddenly he became
strangely content that 1t should be
liillman.
He reached the street. and looked
T$ al t. 49,
morning. and the street was dark and
deserted except for single lighted
window that shone out halfway down
the block. He ran toward IL. 1t
proved to be an ill-night restaurant,
and he entered it. and asked for the
telephone, and shut himself up in the
booth.
A moment more and he had the St.
Lucian Hotel on the wire.
"Give me Mr.. Millman-Mr. Charles
lIillman." he requested. hurriedly.
The hotel operator answered him: It
be disturbed at that hour: It was
against the rules, and
Dave Henderson WAS pleading
hoarsely into the phone.
"Givs me 'Miiiman! Let me speak
IL can't" The operators voice, 4
girls. was hesitant, less assured.
For Gods sake. gibe me Millman-
there's life at stalker Dave Hen
derson cried. frantically. Quick!
Tor Gods sake. quick!"
Wait" she said.
1t seemed time interminable, and
then a drowsy voice called:
"Hello! What's wanted?"
rs that you. MillmanT' Dave Hen
derson asked. wildly. "Millman. is
yes" the voice answered.
TITS Dave speaking: Dave-do you
understand? there's some one bad
y hurt, I can't tell you any more
over the phone: but, in heavens
ran nams: GET doctor that you can trust
'rll come. Dave" said Millman,
quietly. 'Where?"
Dave Henderson turned from the
telephone, and thrust his head out Of
The booth. He had no idea where he
near the Iron Tavern. He dared not
mention that. Before many hours the
papers would be full Of the Iron Tav-
ern-and the telephone operator
whats. this address," he called out
Nro man behind the counter.
The man told him.
Dave Henderson repeated the ad-
dress into the phone.
'.All right, Dave" Millman's voice
came quickly; It'll be there as soon as
doctar ! esn got my car and pick up the
Dave. Henderson stepped out into
the night and pulled of his hat His
forehead was dripping wet. He walk
Cd back to the lane. listened, heard
nothing, and stole in, and entered the
shed again. and knelt by Teresa's side.
She was unconscious.
He bent over her with the flash
light. His bandage was crude and
clumsy. but 1t brought him a little
peasurs Of relief to see that at least
i had been effective in the sense that
the bleeding had been arrested. And
then his eyes went to- the white face
again. It seemed as though his men
tai faculties were blunted, that they
wsre sensible only OF q gnawing at
his brain that was almost physical in
It's acute pain. Instinctiveiy, from
time to time. he looked at his watch.
At last he got up and went out into
The lane again. and from there to the
only pace up and down. It was too
soon. but he could not have afforded
to keep the doctor waiting II Miii-
man arrived, and he. Dave Henderson,
was not there-otherwise he would
have stayed longer in the she'd It
would be daylight before they came,
wouldn't Il? II was an hour now, q
thousand years. wasn't it. since he
had telephoned7
A big touring car rolled down the
street: He ran toward Il; Millman-
ped.
"ouick- he urged. ana spring on
the .footboard. Go to the corner OF
the lane there"
And then. as the car stopped again,
and Millman, from the wheel, and q