The Farmington times., 1922-03-24

Were In it, CAPTAIN. right in tn
middle of it." cried the detective. slap
ping his leg. "I'll eat my hat If tina
Frenchman Isn't Franklyn-or Lib
stein-or Baron Darott--or any othe
Of the blamed names he calls himself
He's genius; he's the goods. Gee =
he whistled gently under his breath
n we could only lay him by th'
heels."
FOR While he stared in front oi
hm' iost In his dream Of pleasant
anticipation; then, with short laugh
ne pulled himself together.
Vulee rev people nave though'
ane eanne' Captalh, ne remarked
anu lhere ne lS--stllI drinking high
0"n,s' a
lou say ne was with crowd oil
Ie'oiu'ioiiaries last night what 90
you mean exactiyT
ooishevlsts' Anarchists members
VI lhe Do-no-work-ahd-have-all-the
money prigaue' answered Hugh.
nu' EXCUSE me moment waiter.
a man VINO had been hoVerlng
rounu came up promptly.
four Oh EN-, Ied, said Hugh In
rapld undertone. "Frenchman with
oeard, a fank, and two Boches. Do
your BEST
"Right-o, old bean" returned the
waiter, but don't hope for too much"
He disappeared unObtrusively into
the restaurant, and Hugh turned with
laugh to the American, who was
staring at him In amazement.
"Who the devil is that guy2" asked
the detective.
lied Jernnekam--son Of Sir Pat.
rick birmingham. Bart, and Lady Jern-
lngham, of birmingham hall, Rutland,
England" answered Hugh, still grin.
ming. 1--WE NAV he Crude IN our
methods, Mr.. Green, but you must ad.
NIT we do our best. Incidentally. If
you want to know, your friend Mr..
Potts Is at present tucked between
the sheets at that very house. He
went there by airplane this morning"
He waved q hand toward Jerry. "He
was the pilot"
The American was shaking his head
a little dazedly. "We've got to get
busy on what your friend Petersons
little worry is; we've then got to stop
it some old how. Now, does moth
Ing sort Of strike your" He looked
keenly at the soldier. Revolution
aries, BOlshevlsts, paid agitators last
night; international fnanclers this
evening. Why, the broad outline of
the plan n as plain as the nose on
your face; and it's just the sort of
game that man would love. :"
The detective stared thoughtfully at
the end of his cigar, and look Of
comprehension began to dawn on
Hugh's face.
"Great Scott Mr.. Green" he said,
"I'm beginning :" set you. What was
defeating me was, why two men like
Peterson and Lakington should be
mixed up with last nights crowd"
"Lakington Who's LakIngton?"
asked the other quickly.
Number Two In the combine" said
Hugh, land a nasty man."
swell, well leave him out for the
said the American. doesn't
it strike you that there are quite a
number of people in this world who
would benefit If England became a
sort of second Russian That sucb a
thing would be worth money-bIe
That such a thing would he
worth paying through the nose forP
It would have to be done properly:
your small strike here, and your small
strike there, ain't no manner of use,
One gigantic syndicalist strike all over
your country-that's what Peterson's
playing for, I'll stake my bottom dol
ar. How he's doing it is another mat.
,er. But he's In with the big finan-
.iers: and he's using the tub-thump-
ng BolshIes as tools. Cad! It's a
ZIG scheme he puffed twice at his
,igar-"a burned big scheme, Your
little old country, captain, is. saving
me, the finest on Gods earth but she's
n a funny mood. She's sick, like !
most of us are; maybe she's a little
lit slcker than a good many people
hink. But / reckon Peterson's cure
ron't do any mannap of Onoi axcant |