Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-06-09

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81 think so. I'm not sure. But If
do that, can you fix the restf'
It'll cost money"
GLOW much will you need?"
"a coupla thousand to start with
More before I've finished. I've got tc
| salve the cops"
Bromfield had prepared for this con
t~ingency. He counted out a thousand
dollars In bills of large denominations.
"Ill cut that figure In two. Under
stand. He's not to be hurt. I won't
have any rough work."
leave that to me-"
"And you've got to arrange 1t so
that when the house is raided / escape
without being known"
"Ill do that, too. Leave your adj
dress and I'll send a man up later to
wise you as to the scheme when l get
n fixed up"
On a sheet torn from his memoran-
dun book Bromield wrote the name
of the club which he most frequented.
Don't forget the newspapers. l
want them to get the story" said the
clubman, rising.
"I1l see they cover the raid"
Bromfield, massaging a glove onto
his long fingers, added another word
of caution. Don't slip up on this
thing. Lindsay's a long way from
being a soft mark"
Don't 1 know itT' snapped Durand
vrinfnuelu fNThnrofI hn M elm I'm fhtc
time if you do your part. Well get
him, and We'll get him right"
without any violence, of course"
"Oh, of course"
Was there a covert but deriSive jeer
concealed in that smooth assent?
Bromfield did not know, but he took
away with him an unease that dis
turbed his sleep that night.
Before the clubman was out of the
hotel, jerry was swapping Instructions
at one of his satellites.
Trail that fellow. Find where he
goes, who he is, what girl he's mashed
on, all about him. See if he's hooked
up with Lindsay. And how? Hop to
it Did you get a slant at him as he
went outT'
Sure did. He's my meat"
The trailer vanished.
Jerry stood at the window. still sui
lenly chewing his unlighted cigar, and
watched his late visitor and the trailer
lose themselves in the hurrying
crowds.
"White-livered simp. No violence,
Mr.. Durand.' Hmp! Different here"
An evil grin broke through on the
thin-lipped, cruel face.
When Bromfield suggested to Clay
with a touch Of stiffness that he would
be glad to show him a side of New
York night life probably still unfamil-
lar to him, the cattleman felt a
surprise he carefully concealed. He
guessed that this was a belated at
tempt on the part of Miss Whitford's
1ance to overcome the palpable dislike
he had for her friend. If so, the i'm
pulse that inspired the offer was q
creditable one. Lindsay had no desire
to take in any of the plague spots of
the city with BrOmfield. Something
about the society man set his back up,
to use his Own phrase. But because
this was true he did not intend to be
Outdone in generosity by a successful
rival. Promptly and heartily he ac-
cepted the invitation. If he had
known that a note and a card from
Jerry Durand lay in the vest pocket
Of his cynical host while he was hold.
ing out the olive branch, it is probable
the Arizonan would have said, mo,
thank you, kind sir"
The note mentioned no names. II
said, "wednesday, at Maddock's, II
p. m. Show this card"
And to M~addock's, on Wednesday,
at an hour something earlier then II,
the New Yorker led his guest after a
call at one or two clubs.
Even from the outside the place had
a dilapidated look that surprised
Lindsay. The bell was of that brand
you keep pulling till you discover ii
Is out of order. Decayed gentility
marked the neighborhood, though the
blank front of the houses looked Inn
peccably respectable.
AS a feeble camouf1age of its real
reason for being, Maddock's called
itself the "Omnium club" But when
Clay found how particular the door
keeper vas as to those who entered
he guessed at once it was a gambling
house.
From behind a grating the man
peered anthem doubtflly. Bromfield
showed a card, and after some hest
tation on the part of his inquisitor,
passed the examination. Toward Clay
the doorkeeper jerked his head inquir.
ingly.
He's all right" the clubman
vouched.