Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-04-02

ton. Martie thought of that archi-
tect with gratitude as she closed the
door behind the two new intruders
and snapped to the strong bolt-she
herself having remained outside.
They leaped back, but too late Rat
things of the door knob. Infatuated
cries. frenzied kicks pursued her as
she Ned from the room. but that was
all
There's not another place to lock
I'D any one" she exclaimed aloud as
she rushed downstairs. Il simply
must get the police before anybody
else comes. I'll try the telephone
once more" But that was no use;
It was still dead.
It occurred to her that she could
take one or the other of the thieves
cars, and it might be easier to go
herself for help than to take time to
explain to Tim. She stopped a mo-
ment in the hall to slip a heavy coat
over her evening dress. and as she
did SO she heard a stunning step on
the veranda and unsteady hands ap-
parently fumbiing for the bell.
More Of them! Impossible" She
snapped on the veranda lights and
looked through the side light to be-
hold q fashionably attired, somewhat
wavering gentleman trying to locate
the entrance.
"Oh, he can't be a thief" she
clothes, and he wouldn't be drunk"
With which sapient comment she
promptly opened the door.
"O-oh-dr l fin it?" asked a
mushy but most unterrifying voice.
Find WHAT" asked Martie in re-
turn.
THE drunken gentleman calculated
and took two quick steps, caught
the side of the door and stood there,
smiling down at her.
"Goorevenin', please tmeecha. Been
lookin' for Fish plashe all evenin' ev'
since o'clock. Mished it-drove
round some more-mished it-drove
round some more" he stopped and
laughed uproariously. "Fin'ly see big
house-lotsa lights-carsh park out
shide-twis' my iii ole car aroun'
asain-'n' here ! am"
what place were you looking for?
asked Martie.
He gazed at her with sad surprise
"Izshe lookin' for at roadhoushe
Perce Beeston toll me 'bout-you
know Perez Beeston-fat fella. dan,
bore allatime-he tole me bout Fish
plashe-fine' home brew in 'Merica
Perez said-goo' stuff. Perez shaid
You go there. Roddy-Roddy CALI
van. that's me-he shaid, you 60
there, OIL son, an tell 'em I sentshou
an it'll be a-a-a-ll RI Lemme Sit
down, girlie-gimme Ill drink your
besht home brew, an I'll be the
quietesh lii c-customer y'ever had in
your life"
He staggered past her into the hall
dropped down on an old Italian cas-
some. looked about him with entire
satisfaction, and saying gently
| "Nisch pIashe-but awfu' har' to fin,
leaned his head against the wall ant
went sound asleep.
Well said Martie. still calm. -
friend of Percy Beeston's-and jus
the sort of friend Percy Beeston woult
have. I'll leave him here and have
him arrested, too. only wish it were
Percy Beeston himself"
So saying. she shut the front door
of her home carefully behind hel
, and descended to the driveway
where Gallivan's roadster was chuff.
In faithfully. Martie climbed in ant
stepped on the gas.
Half way to the police station thu
lights of the country club suggested
| nearer succor. Why not stop Their,
! and let them telephone for the police
! She ran the roadster through the gate
| and a minute later half a dozen mel
| in the smoking room were startled
by the appearance OF Martie Craig.
| Please come, quick" she said. '1'v,
got two gangs Of liquor thieves locke,
| up in the house and a bootlegger ant
| a drunk-and I don't know what Il
| do with them" Ana suddenly she be
| came aware that Lowell Edwards wa,
| one of those to whom she had ap
pealed, and she put out her hands ant
| caught his arm.
"Oh, Lowell" she cried, "Lowell-'
1 She couldn't say anything more
but she looked a lot. He was The
| one who went back with her in Roddy
Gallivan's roadster, leading the pro
with everything from brassies t.
cession of cars filled with men armed
| slingshots. a procession present.,
augmented by a wagon load of police
summoned by phone and armed with
real weapons.
They found Roddy Gsllivan still
sleeping, and the bootlegger still at
tached to the library table. They
took two Infatuated fake detectives
out Of Mr.. Craig's bathroom. wher.
, they had accomplished a thorough
job in the way of breaking plate
glass shelves, towel racks and thu
like; and they gathered two far more
Infatuated detectives (real ones) gu
| Of the preserve closet, deeply be-
smeared in futuristic style with can
ned plums, spiced watermelon ant
mustard pickle and pacified them b.
| letting them have the glory of ar
ssesting the two fake detectives and
the bootlegger, at Martie's sugges
ton. One of the men from the coun
| try club who knew Roddy Gallivai
| took him home to let him sleep ii OF
X \
NfEANWHILE the four maids cam
A'A and stood on the stairs. an
! screamed and said it was wonde
| they hadn't been murdered in thei
beds, and Tim was discovered tie