Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-09-22

body will slip anything over on Lind
say If we can help it."
"Will they let us see him? Or shall
we have to get permission from some
one?"
| well have to get an order. I know
the district attorney. He'll do what
he can for me, but maybe it'll take
time"
Beatrice rose, strong again and re-
silent. Her voice was vibrant with
confidence. "Then after you've called
up the district attorney, Wen drive to
Clay's fat In Harlem and find out from
Johnnie what he can tell us. Perhaps
he knows what Clay was doing in that
place they raided."
1t was not necessary to go to the
Runt. He came to them. AS Beatrice
and her father stepped into the car
Johnnie and Kitty appeared round the
corner. Both Of them had the news Of
a catastrophe written on their faces. A
very little encouragement and they
| would be in tears.
Saint it tur'ble, Miss Beatrice? They
done got Clay at last. After he made
'em all look like plugged nickels they
done fixed it so he'll mebbe go to the
electric chair and"
"Stop that nonsense, Johnnie" or
dered Miss Whitford sharply, a pain
| stabbing her heart at his words.
Don't begin whining already. We've
got to see him through. Buck up and
tell me what you know"
'"That's right, JofEoiA." added the
mining man. "You and Kitty quit
looking like the Atlantic ocean Ia dSs-
tress. We've got to endure the grief
and get busy. Well get Lindsay out
Of this hole all right"
| you're dawg- goned whistlln'. Y'bet-
cha, by jollies!" agreed the Runt, i'm
mensely cheered by Whitford's conf
dence. eve been drug into this an
We'll sure hop to 1t"
when did you see Clay last? How
| did he come to be in that gambling
house? Did he say anything to you
| about going there?" The girls ques-
tons tumbled over each other in her
hurry.
"Well, ma am, 1t must "a been about
nine o'clock that Clay left last night.
I recollect because"
"It doesn't matter why. Where was
he going?"
'To meet Mr.. Bromfield at his club"
said Kitty.
"Mr. Bromfeldl" cried Beatrice, sur
prised. "Are you sure?"
That's what Clay said," corroborated
the husband. "Mr. Bromfeld invited
him. We both noticed 1t because it
seemed kinda funny, him and Clay not
bein'-"
Johnnie" his wife reproved, mind
full Of the relationship between this
young woman and the clubman.
did he say which club?"
Seems to me he didn't, not as re-
member. How about that, Kitty?"
| "No, I'm sure he didn't. He said he
wouldn't be back early. So he went
to bed. We s'posed after we got up
this mo'nin' he was sleepin' in his
room, till the paper come and looked
at It." Johnnie gave way to lament.
81 told him awhile ago he had orto 60
back to Arizona or they'd git him.
And now they've gone and done 1t sure
enough"
Keen as hawk on the hunt, Bea-
trice turned to her father quickly.
"rm going to get Clarendon on the
phone. He'll know all about It,"
"Why will he know all about 1T"
Because he was with Clay. He's
the man the paper says the police are
| looking for-the man with Clay when
1t happened"
Her fathers eyes lit. "That's good
guessing, Bee"
| 1t was her fance's man who an
swered the girls call. She learned
that Clarendon was still in his room.
He's quite sick this morning,
MISS" the valet added.
"Tell him / want to talk with him.
It's important"
II don't think, miss, that he's
| able"
"Will you please tell him what I
sayw
Presently the voice Of Bromfeld,
thin aud worried, came to her over
the wire. "Tm Ill, Bee. Absolutely
done up. IL can't talk"
"Tell me about Clay Lindsay.
Were you with him when-when it
happenedT
There was a perceptible pause be-
| fore the answer came.
with him?" She could feel his ter
ror throbbing over the wire. Though
she could not see him, she knew her
question had stricken him white.
with him whereY'
"At this gambIing-house-Mad-
| dock's?"
mo, I-I-Bee, I tell you I'm I'LL"
HE went out last night to join you
| at your club. know that. When did
you see him last?"
"I-we didn't-he didn't come"
''Then you didn't see him at all7"
There was another pause, significant
and telling, followed by quavering
| Moe"
"Gary, I want to see you-right
away"
I'm Ill, tell you-can't leave my
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