The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1922-09-29


"You are Ben Chacherre, eh? Does
anyone here know your
Chacherre exploded in a violent
oath. "Dolt that you are. do / have
to be known when the check is In
dorsed under my signature? Who
taught you business, monkey?"
True" answered the teller sulkily,
"Yet the amount"
"Oh, bahl' Chacherre snapped his
fingers. go and telephone Jachin
Fell, you old womanl Go and tell
well, who are you looking at? Am !
a telephone, then? You are not hired
to look but to act Get about it,
The enraged and scandalized teller
beckoned a confrere. joachim Fell was
telephoned. Presumably his response
was reassuring for Chacherre was
presently handed a thousand dollars
in small bills, as he requested He
insisted upon counting over the money
at the window with lnsoent assiduity,
flung a final compliment at the teller,
and staggered across the lobby. He
was still standing by the entrance
when Henry Gramont left hle private
Office of the president and passed him
by without-a look.
Toward noon Gramont arrived afoot
at his pension. Behind the garage, In
busly at work cleaning and polishing
the engine of the ear.
"Hellol" he exclaimed, cheerlly.
"What luck?''
pretty good, cap'n." Hammond
glanced up. tlien paused
A stranger was strolling toward
them along the alleyway, a jaunty in
dividual who was gayly wbistiing and
who seemed entirely carefree and
happy He appeared to have no in
terest whatever in them, and Ham
mond concluded thai he was innocu-
Gus.
"They got them prints fine, cap'n.
What's more, they think they've locat-
ed the fellow that made 'em.r
"Ah. good work ~ exclaimed Ora
mont. "Some criminal?"
Hammond frowned. The stranger
had come to halt few feet distant,
flung them jerky. careless nod, and
was beginning TO roll cigarette. He
surveyed the car with knowing and
appreciative eye. Hammond turned
his back on the man disdainfully.
''Yep-a sneak thief they'd pinched |
a 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 go
after him and land him."
Cramont gave the stranger glance.
but the other was still surveying the
car with evident admiration. If he
heard their words he gave them no
attention.
"who was the man, them" asked
Gramont.
"A guy with a queer name-Ben
Hammond pronounced 1t
as he deemed correct-as the name
was spelled. "Only they didn't call
him that. Here. / wrote 1t down."
He fshed in his pocket and pro
duced paper Gramont glanced at
it and laughed.
"Oh. Chacherrer He gave the
name the Creole pronunciation.
Yep, Sasherry. | expect they'll
come any time now-said two bulls
would drop in"
"All right" Gramont nodded and
turned away, with another glance at
he stranger. "I'll not want the car
.oday nor tonight that | know of. I'm
not going TO the Proteus ball. So your
ines your own until tomorrow make
he most Of 1t ~
He disappeared and Hammond re-
urned to his work. Then he straight
'earing down upon him with evident
intent to speak.
"Some ear you get there, brotherv'
Zen Chncherre, who had overheard
most OF the foregoing conversation,
lighted his cigarette aud grinned IA
Some car, Ell? All she
eeds is some good tires. new coat
f paint. good steel chassis. and a
ew engine"
"lIuh!" snorted Hammond "Say,
gu DO. who sold you chips in this
anne? hfove alongw
Ben grinned anew aud rested him
elf against a nearby telephone pole
Free country. amt itT' he in
uired lazily. "Or have you invested
our winnings and bought this here
iley?'
Hammond REDEEMED with anger and
'ok a step forward. The next words
Chacherre, however jerked him
Iarply into self-control.
seen anything of an aviator's hel
ei around here?"
'Huh?" The chauffeur glared al
8 tormentor. yet with a sudden sIcs
cling inside his bosom. "Who YOU
ddn' now"
Nobody | was asking question.
ats all. was ayin' along here last
GIT in my airplane. and | lost my
lmet overheard. Thought maybe
I'D seen it. SO long, brother"