Owingsville outlook., 1922-11-30


True" answered the teller sulkily.
Yet the amount"
"oh, bah Chacherre snapped his
fingers. 'Go and telephone joachim
Fell you old woman, Go and tell
him you do not know his signature
well. who are YOU looking at: Am
"A telephone. then? You are not hired
10 look but to act Get about it,
The enragcd and scaudalizrd teller
beckoned II confrere. joachim Fell was
telephoned. Presumably his response
was reaSSuring, for Chacherre was
in small bills. as he requested. lie
insisted upon counting over the money
at the window with lns"lent assituity.
flung final compliment at the teller,
and staggered across the lobby. lie
was still standing by the entrance
when Henry GTamunt left the private
office Of the president and passed him
by without a look
Toward noon Gramoni arrived afoOt
at his pension. Behind the garage. in
the alley. he discovered Hammond
buSily at work cleaning and polishing
the engine of the car.
Hello" he exclaimed. chccrily.
what uck?"
Pretty good. cap'n." Hammond
glanced up, then paused.
stranger was strulling toward
them along the alleyway, a jaunty in
dividual who was gayiy whistling and
who seemed entirely carefree and
happy. He appeared to have no in
terest whatever in them. and Ham,
mona concluded that he was innOcu-
Gus
They got them prints fine. cap'n.
What's more. they think they've locat.
ed the fellow that made EN-"
"Ah, good work" :" exclaimed Gra-
mont. "Some criminal!'
Hammond frowned. The stranger
had come TO n halt few feet distant.
flung them Il jerky, careless nod, and
was beginning TO roll cigarette. lie
surveyed the car with knowing and
appreciative eye. Hammond turned
his back on the man disdainfully.
"Iep-a sneak thief they'd pinched
couple of years back; didn't know
where he was. but the prints seemed
to fit him. They'll come up and look
things over sometime today, then 90
after him aud land him."
GramOnt gave the stranger a glance,
hut the other was still surveying the
car with evident admiration. If he
heard their words he gave them no
attention.
Who was the man. then:" asked
GramOnt.
"A guy with queer name-Ben
Chacherre." Hammond pronounced it
as he deemed cOrrect-as the name
was spelled. "Only they didn't call
him that. Here. wrote it down"
He fshed in his pocket and pro-
duced a paper. GramOnt glanced at
it and laughed.
"Oh. Chacherre," He gave the
nam" he Creole pronunciation.
Sasherry. | expect thcy'lI
' .'' H.n. .n."
3. ,ht." Gramont nodded and
t'-'I . way, with another glance at
" s.f lger. "Tll not want the car
-.. a. tonight that know of. I'm
.,j r. - Proteus ball. So your
tap, .oIr Until tomorrow make
'H'' n.0~. ~ VI go
te disappeared. and Hammond re-
,uFHrt g. lis work. Then he straight
snoI aT rpr the jaunty stranger was
he upon him with evident
ig.sal 10 ak.
"~uanr ear you got there. brother :"
Be- '.i1'aerre. who had overheard
mo-! - he foregoing conversation,
liz us cigarette and grinned ia
miaar. "Some car. ch? All she
need, some good tires. new coat
of paint. a good steel chassis, and
new engine"
"Huh?" snorted Hammond. "Say,
you no, who sold you chips in this
game? Move along"
Ben grinned anew and rested him.
self against nearby telephone pole.
"Free country. amt it?" he in
quired lazily. ''Or have you invested
your winnings and bought this here
alley?"
Hammond reddened with anger and
took a step forward. The next words
of Chacherre, however, jerked him
sharply into self-ContrOl.
"Seen anything of an aviator's he'll
met around here?"
"Huh?" The chauffeur glared at
his tOrmentOr, yet with sudden sick
feeling inside his bosom. "WhO you
kiddin' nOw?'
Nobody. was asking a question.
that's all. l was flyin' along here last
night in my airplane. and I lost my
helmet overheard. Thought maybe
you'd seen 1t. So long. brOtheri'