The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-11-03
Continued from last Week)

The 'neighborhood into which was
venturing induced me to take a taxi,
and, within ten minutes, was de-
posted at the door OF the saloon. I
pressed open the swinging door, and
stepped into the brilliantly lighted bar
room. ,tttS.
Costigan was behind the bar but
at sight Of me, rounded the end, and
shook hands cordially, removing his
apron. and slipping into coat, In
token that he had changed his occupa-
tion. -
Better call Charlie" he said to
man beside him, "for I'll be off for an
hour or so. You came to see George?"
"Yes; he telephoned me-"
"Said he was goin' to. He's waitfn'
in the office there. I'll go along with
you" $50 -
He pushed a passage through the
crowd, his breadth Of body according
me ample room in which to follow
without being obstructed, and opened
the closed door with pass-key. To
wave Of his big hand Il passed con-
fidently past him, and entered. The
next instant he had pressed me for
ward. came In also, and closed the
door; the sharp click of the lock
sounded like the report Of a pistol
One startled glance at the interior
told me / was trapped, and the swift
instinct Of defense led me to step
aside, so that / should have my back
to the wall. Harris sat in the swivel
chair, with feet elevated or the desk
sardonically grinning at me over q
half-ehered cigar tilted between his
teeth. white rag was bound round
his head, through which a few drops
N blood had oozed, leaving a dark
1sin. Leaning against the wall OPP
pOsite was WaldrOn, one eye half
closed, and his lip split, giving to his
face look Of savage brutality, rem
dered peculiarly sinister by grim
effort to smile. Costlgan remained
motionless, with back against the door,
as though thus barring all possibility
Of escape. 1 had walked into their
trap, and the jaws had closed
The grin on Harris face maddened
me. WELL" l said coldly, 'it was a
stall, was it7 What is the idea?"
He laughed, without changing his
attitude.
"This happens to he our turn to
play, DAILY" he returned apparently
wen satisfied with his smartnSss.
"Then you have nothing to tell me?"'
"Oh, yes, have; I've got HI of
q lot to tell you. But first of all you
are going to tell me s. few things
Push back your right sleeve to the ell
bow, shirt and ALL"
"What's that for"
"Never you mind what It's for; you
do what I say, If you know what is
best for yourself"
looked at the faces of the others,
but they were hard as flint. My hesi-
fancy caused Harris to lower his feet,
and sit up angrily.
Push up that sleeve, you, or TIL
have Waldron do it for you. We've
got you foul, you fool !"
stripped back my sleeve, exposing
my right forearm, yet never remov-
Ing my eyes from their faces. Harris
and Costigan bent forward, intent on
the operation, but WaldrOn never
shifted his position. Harris slapped
q hand on the desk, and gave utter
ance to an oath.
"By Cd, Dan, we're right This
birds not Daly!"
mot in a thousand years he amt.
He's sure dead-ringer, though"
Harris Strengthened up, the same
hateful grin still exposing his teeth
"We've got your number this time,
son." he announced. "Harry DAILY has
tattooed anchor on his right arm.
didn't know 1t, but Dan did. I'll tell
you what made us wise. In the shin
dig over at Perond's tonight, a card
case was Jared loose from your
pocket. There was only one kind OF
card inside, and that wasn't DAILY by
d-n sight. told Dan about IL,
and he was for getting n squint at
that right arm. Said for me to call
you up at the number you gave me,
believing that If l threw i'm CON
enough you'd come over here. Iasked
for g 49, the operator there named
yer, and 1t was the same name what
was on them cards. SO now we know
yer're dirty liar and spy, Mister
Philip Severn"
"You called me DAILY yourself, Har-
ris," / said quietly, realizing the game
was up, but not yet sure of their in
tentions. 81 merely let II GO"
Sure: but what was the game? You
amt no fy-cop?"
Nothing of the kind"