The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-28
J. LEE. E. Boomer Extraordinary
By Charles Wesley Sanders

was accused only by Kirby: but if he attacked this officer of the law, he would only clinch Kirbys accusa- T1n.
 Besides, he didn't know whether or not he could attack the policeman and get away with it. The policeman must weigh close to two hundred
 Doubtless he would be a bear in a fight. Jasper mightrush out on him with his own revolver drawn-he had two of 'em now-and order him to put up his hands.
 "The poorest part of that is," Jas per said, that he might not put 'em up. I wouldn't shoot him for a mill lion dollars or so.
 f'If he saw I was afraid to shoot he would mix things
 might land in a cell. NRe-en- forcements would arrive before bat tie with him was fought out"
 He stood in the dark, pondering for a moment or more. After a while he lifted his head. and there was thin smile on his lips
 Anyway, that looks reasonabIe,' p he told himself.
 He stepped out into the hall The policeman looked up, and then he got to his feet with an agility surprising in a man of his weight. His hand went to his hip pocket.
 Jasper promptly threw up his hands 1, and advanced vance to him: The police pocket without his gun.
 T guess you're the man I'm look ing for. ain't you?' the policeman asked You're Jasper Lee?,
 I'm that" Jasper whispered. Come along the hall I want to talk to you. You needn't be afraid of me. You can see I'm perfectly harmless
 "You've got brains,' said Jasper. when they were at the far end of the hall. Any other policeman I know would have raised a racket
 'fI didn't want those two gents in the room you just visited to be rous- ed from their siunbers. They sleap hard, don't they?'
 The policeman looked at Jasper with bright eyes. Jasper saw that he was intelligent. It was more than he had hoped for.
 The policeman was hrst-rate His bulk came from bone and mus cle. He was not fat.
 You tipping something off to me?" the policeman asked
 'I don't know Jasper returned. '%But I'm going to tell you sornething. Your captain has got a bum steer on me. He's a poor fish, anyway"
 "You were hiding some place and heard me say that to Griggs, the ho- tel man. the policeman said. Don't Kid me. Be respectful to my super for officer. However, the captain is
 ''Sure I won't kid you," Jasper said, though it's true that you were the original author of that remark. l COppeQ IL because IL was so SOOU. Did the captain tell you where he got the notion about me?'
 'tHe ought to be in an aquarium Jasper said. well, he got his tip from Kirby the agent at the sta tior.''
 s'Kirby is a poor fish, too.'' the po- 1iceman said. He's bothering Bob Norton's girl m ><t to death.
 'NT1I punch his nose some of these days. She was g-r >t r1~ry Dan QuinIan. as good g. man as ever lived, 1 but somehw Kirby butted in.'' Did you know Norton?'' Jasper asked.
 -'Weu. did" the policeman an swered. 'I used to brake ahead on the road in Norton's time. Me and him was good friends
 T was born in this mans town. I quit the road because my wife was afraid I might get run over. T come here to go on the force. 1 It's all right, too, if it wasn't for that 1 poor fish of a captain we got.''
 You know Dan Quinlan, too?' Hike a brother. Dan was fiaggin' l when I was on the road"
 This is like a spring tonic to me- ! Jasper said. Let me tell you few | things briefly I think maybe we | can put one over on your captain" "Griggs sent up a couple of cigars | +o me-. the policeman said. Smoke | one yourself. My name is O'Toole."
 That's as good a, name as my own, Jasper said. Here goes for an ear- ful.''
 'tAnd here's my ear...' said o'Too1e.