Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-11

ven1fs &Of q battle In which he; hat
been bested by q man he hated. pu
rand had a capacity for silence. Nh,
waited now for this exquisite from
Clarendon discovered that he hat
an unexpected repugnance to doint
this. "A f%astidious sense Of the obi
cations of class served him for &
soul, and the thing he was about tt
do could not be justified even in hi,
loose code of ethics. He examined
the tn, .1 feruie Of his Malacca oane aer'
i've come to you, Mr.. Durand
say @-
The Dubious eyes Of the other mar.
rowed. He d%istrusted on principle
all kid gloves. Those he. had met
were most ambitious reformers. Fur.
thermore, any stranger who mon.
toned the name of the Arizonah be.
came instantly an object of suspicion
What about him."
Il understand that you and he are
no on friendly terms. I've gathered
that from what's been told me. Ar
I correct?" F
Durand thrust out his salient chin
Say! Who the hi are you? What's
eatin' you? Whatta you want.?"4
I'D rather notxtell my Name"
"Nothin' doin'.. No name ND bust.
ness. That goes" "s
Very well. Ny name is Bromfeld,
This fellow Lindsay-gets in my way.
II want to-eliminate him."
Are you askin' me to croak him %
ENTHUSIASTICALLY" cried Bromfeld,
alarmed.
"whatta you want. then? ?" The
tlght-lipped mouth and the harsh
voice called for a showdown.
II want him observation-disclosures
SOME friends of mine are infatu-
ated by him. I want to unmask him
in a public way so as to disgust them
with him."
I'm hep. It's a girl"
We'll not discuss that" said the
clubman with a touch OF, hauteur.
A to price, If you can arrange the
thing as I want it done, I'll not hag-
gle over terms" .
The ex-pugilist listened sodrly to
Bromfield,s proposition. He watched
narrowly this fashionably dressed Wis
itor. His suspicious still stirred, but
not so actively. He was inclined to
believe in the sincerity of the fellows
hatred of the westerner. ! Jealousy
over a girl could easily account for it.
Jerry did not intend to involve him
self until he had made sure. &
"Whatta you want me to do? Come
clean.''
Gould we get him into a gambling
mouse, arrange some disgracefnl mix
up with "a woman, get the place raid
ed by the police, and have the whole
thing come out in the papers?"
Jerry's slitted eyes went off into
space. The thing could be arranged.
The trouble in getting Lindsay was
to draw him into a trap he could not
break through. If Bromfield could
deliver his enemy into his hands;
not to make the most of the chance.
AS for this soft-fngered swell's stipu-
lation against physical injury, that
could be ignored if the opportunity
offered.
Can you bring this Lindsay to a
gambling-dump? Will he come with
you?" demanded the gang politician.
II think so. I'm not sure. But if
1 do that. can you fax the .rest?"
It'll cost money"
How much will you need?"
"A coupla thousand to start with.
More before I've finished. I've got to
solve the cops"
Bromfeld had prepared for this
cont 'ngency. He counted out a thou
sand dollars in bills of large denomi-
nations.
I'll cut that figure in two. Under
He's not to be hurt. l won't
have any rough work" y
. Leave that to me-"
And you've got to arrange it so
that when the house is raided,I es-
cape without being known"
IN 10 that, too. Leave your ad-
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 tori from his
andum book Bromfield wrote the
quented.
Don't forget the newspapers. I
wan them to get the story" said the
clubman, rising.
I'm e they cover the raid"
Bromfield. massaging a glove onto
his long fingers, added another word
Of caution. Don't slip up on this
thing thu g 81 d IL ma rs a long a from be-
viciously. "There'll be no slip-up this
time If you do your part. Well get
him. and Well get him right"
without any violence, of course"
,"Oh, of course"
Was there a covert but deris.ve
Jeer in that smooth assent?
Bromfield did not know, but he took
with him an unease that dis
turbed his sleep that night.
Before the clubman was out of the
hotel, Jerry vas swapping instruc-
tons at one of his satellites.
Trail that fellow. Find where he
goes, who he is, what girl he's mash
ed 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 out
Sure l did. He's my meat"
Jerry stood at the window, still sui
lenly chewing his unlighted cigar,
and watched his late visitor and the
trailer lose themselves in the hurry
ing crowds.
white -livered simp. NO violence,
MI. Durand.'. Hmp! Different here.''
IN evil grin broke through on the
thin Tipped, cruel face.
When Bromfeld 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 UNI
familiar to him. the cattleman felt a
surprise he carefully concealed. He
guessed that this awas d belated at
tempt on the part of Miss whitford's
iance to overcome the palpable dis
like he had for her friend. If SO, the
impulse that inspired the offer was a
creditable one. Lindsay had no de-
sire to take in any of the plague spots
of the city with Bromf1eld. Some
thing about the society man set his
back up. to use his own phrase. But