Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-07-04
THE TRL- WEEKLY JOURNALS
MYSTERY SERIAL
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS"
BY Arthur B. Reeve
"ON WINGS OF WIRELESS.
BY Arthur B. Reeve


to talk-but not too much. He de-
cided it was best to let it go at that;
not to try any social third degree.
She would come around. They
agreed not for the present to be seen
together.
It was not three minutes later
when Dick received another shock.
Mrs. Walden had fastened to pour
out the news of the Binnacle cpl
sode, as far as she knew it, to Gar
rick.
'I'm going to call up Ruth on the
house Phone" exclaimed Dick vio-
Iently as he and Garrick paced c.
the porch alone.
"No-don't. It won't do a bit Of
good. You'll do harm, in your pres
ent mood. Don't be so worried over
Ruth, Dick. Take it from me, she'll
come out all right. I think that
little girls knows very we'll what she
is doing"
"she does-eh? The deuce she
does!'
Garrick was not disposed to ar
que. This thing has gone just about
far enough. Dick" he considered en-
ergetically. "Now is the moment to
act in earnest. Take these robberies,
W5atev why her foos hne by an MhH io8e
of adventure, Ruth just simply could
not have been concerned in them.
Now, start at the beginning. There's
that girls hat used in the Gerard
robbery, the one I've got in the club
safe. Whose is that? I know what
you're going to say. Rae Larue's.
Maybe. But can you prove it? And
if you can, that's a long way from
connecting her with the hold-up."
'That devil, Jack Curtisr' ground
out Dick. They're two of a kind.
I'll bet if we could raid his room
at the hotel, we'd get something
maybe a picture of Rae-with the
hat. I think that was his camera
| after all that you pinched."
Garrick swung on his heel. "Cur-
tbs. Just what 1 was thinking.
Let's Jump over there-get him
right, quick"
At the hotel they learned that
Curtis had cleaned out everything
that forenoon, had checked out, and
i had disappeared.
| Over the telephone Garrick called
the Page place. Beth was not ct
home but her mother, with consid-
cradle relief, replied: "Miss Larue?
Miss Larue left rather hurriedly
for the city this afternoon. L be-
lieve she expects her mother from
the coast"
| Mrs. Walden said that Curtis
had started down the South Shore
road when Vario left. Ruth looked
back and saw him.
| Garrick was climbing in under
the wheel when blue streak shot
along Main street regardless of
local law. He jabbed at his screech-
er of a horn.
| otis Glenn" He waved and sig
nailed. Glenn bore over to the curb
a couple of hundred yards ahead.
| Jump in, Dick"
where's the fire?" joked Gar
rick.
Just going up to see vira-with
! Ruth"
"Say, Glenn" confidentially-
there's no use keeping this under
cover. I heard you say, in the Pink
room, you'd taken that Parr stuff
to your own garage to protect Vira.
Are you. the only one that has a
key to that place? Now, play
straight, Glenn. This is for your
own good. Did I ever do you dirty
trick-or Dick? What do people at
the club think of me? Do they trust
\ me?"
Glenn threw away an almost fresh
cigarette, lighted another, threw il
away and stood foolishly with the
burnt match in his hand. "That's
the way, I am, Guy" he scowled
LAS nervous as hell. Half the time
1 don't know what I'm doing. Say
you'll be on the level, Guy. It's
a cinch no one else will. 1 might as
well make clean breast of it
no, just give me tonight to think il
over Well, anyway =. : yes
I gave a key to Rae Larue once
She begged it of me once to put
her car up . and then :"
"All right, Glenn. I'll give you
tonight. Going to see Ruth? Well
tell her not to do thing without
seeing me first"
Glenn departed bit relieved at
postponing the evil day of confes.
sion.
well, if Rae Larue had it, they
all had it, anyone who wanted it,
hastily reasoned Garrick. "That
place is a cache for their stuff. ]
didn't want to ask for the key. ]
don't need it. Well go there any
way. Ill get in. Come on to the
city!
Garrick and Dick were whirling
down the turnpike, Dick with his