New Britain herald., 1922-08-17
Tho Report Tom Chester Made at
 the Conference.

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 If were you, Chief, I wouldn't stand for no lady, even perfect one, calling me no names like Gamaliel.
 Allen prake's drawing voice trailed across the silence which followed I-il- Hans assembling Of our little group, and I, for one, was distinctly sratful tn him for the hantering speech, de- spite my annoyance al the eontre- >emps Of a minute before. Whether intentionally or not, he had diverted every ones attention from me to my father, who smiled indulgentiy at him
 When you're as old as l am. AL len" my father replied, you'll have learned to kiss the rod any charming woman wields for your training, But. indeed. in this case I am highly flat tered. accept the name butt must play a silent role tonight, Mrs. Underwood, this affair of the man Smith and of Joe in the hospital has been in your hands from the first. IL is to you we must look for the re- port upon their actions, and the plan for dealing with them
 It was characteristic of Lillian that she made no demur. but struck di- rectly into the heart of the matter that had called us together with only an airily mocking gesture of acknowl- edgment in my fathers direction.
 The only report I have" she said, lis from Dr, Petit. He says that Joe is able to leave the hospital, and that people purporting to be his employ CTS are waiting to take him away, and will take Mrs Pickett as nurse, but that he -.l delay his consent until we give the word. That, of course we do not wish to do until we have dealt with Smith here and found out what his future course is likely to be. Dr. Petit is going 10 tell Smith to- morrow that his ankle is well enough for him to walk And then l think we may get ready for ructions. That was the extent Of my information up to Mir Chesters arrival. He had just begun an interesting report when l was called away. So begin at the be- ginning again," she smiled encouras- ingly at Tom Chester, and tell us what you have found out concerning Smith
 'It Isn't Cricket"
 Tt isn't much" MT. Chester began modestly, "only we've been keeping line on his mail All of it up to few days ago has been postmarked from the city, but for the last week he has been getting letters post marked Quoeue We did little judicious snooping around there, and found out by pure luck that couple of foreign looking birds with an ex pensive and powerful limousine had been dropping into the post office every day to mail letters, They didn't belong around there, and fnal- ly somebody spotted them as coming from Riverhead-said they had been staying up there for q week or two We got a chance to lamp one of the envelopes, and, sure enough, it was to Anton, as Smith calls himself here"
 Strikes me you are slurring some of the details young man, Lillian in terrupted with mock severity. How did you manage to get slant at the letter?'
 There was distinct admiration in her voice, and young MT. Chester col ored warmly under it. The next in- stant, however, the flush receded, leaving his pale but with cold, angry eyes as Allen Drake's suave voice drawed languidly.
 Don't ask the good youth to be- tray his second story methods, dear lady. It isn't cricket
 A Caustic Retort.
 A slangy couplet. I had heard from Dickys lips on more than one occasion flashed into my mind.
 Tt isn't what he sez. but the nawsty way he sez it,' and I stern ly put down an impulse to cry out to MT. Drake that his own action was distinctly not cricket"
 Tom Chester did not need me as a champion, however. At MT. Drake's interruption, Lillian opened her fine eyes wide, and looked at him steadily, though with apparent smiling mock cry for a second or two that seemed endless
 Don't get jealous, dearie, because you didn't have a chance at the snooping around" she advised care lessly "Go on son."
 Her eyes fickered to my face, then back to that of the brilliant secret