St. Tammany farmer., 1922-07-08

las to the price, If you can arrange
the thing as I want it done, I'll not
haggle over terms.
The ex-pugilist listened sourly to
Bromfeld's proposition. He watched
narrowly this fashionably dressed vis-
itor. His suspicious still stirred, but
not so actively. He was inclined to
believe In the sincerity of the fellows
hatred of the westerner. Jealousy
over girl could easily account for 1t.
Jerry did not intend to involve him
self until he had made sure.
"Whatta you want me to do2 Come
Clean"
Gould we get him into gambling
house, arrange some disgraceful mixup
with a woman, get the place raided by
the police, and have the whole thing
come out In the papers7'
Jerry's slitted eyes went Off into
space. The thing could be arranged.
The trouble in getting Lindsay was
to draw him into trap he could not
break through. If Bromfield could de-
liver his enemy into his hands, Durand
thought he would be fool not to
make the most of the chance. AS for
this soft-flngered swell's stipulation
against physical injury, that could be
ignored If the opportunity offered.
Can you bring this Lindsay to a
gambling-dump? VIII he come with
you?" demanded the gang politician.
II think so. I'm not sure. But If
do that. can you tx the rest? 2"
It'll cost money
"How much will you need7"
"A coupla thousand to start with.
More before I've finished. I've got to
salve the cops"
Bromield had prepared for this con-
tingency. He counted out thousand
dollars in bills Of large denominations.
I'll cut that figure in two. Under
stand He's not to be hurt I won't
have any rough work"
..Leave that to me.
"And you've got to arrange It 80
that when the house is raided I escape
without being known"
''I'll do that, too Leave your ad-
dress and I'll send man up later to
wise you as to the scheme when get
one fixed up"
On a sheet torn from his memoran-
dun book Bromfeld wrote the name
of the club which he most frequented.
Don't forget the newspapers.
want them to get the story" said the
clubman, rising
"I'll see they cover the raid"
Bromfield, massaging a glove, onto
his long fingers, added another word
of caution. Don't slip up on this
thing. Lindsay's a long way from
being a soft mark
Don't know it7' snapped Durand
viciously. '1There'n be no slip-up this
time If you do your part. Well get
him, and We'll get him right
"Without any violence, OF course" :"
ooh, of course"
Was there covert but derisive jeer
concealed In that smooth assent
Bromfield did not know. but he took
away with him an unease that dis
turbed his sleep that night
Before the clubman was out OF the
hotel, Jerry was swapping instructions
at one Of his satellites
'aTruil that fellow. Find where he
goes, who he is. what girl he's mashed
on, ali about him. See If he's hooked
up with Lindsay. And how? Hop to
It! Did you get a slant at him as he
went out p
"Sure I did He's my meat"
The trailer vanished.
Jerry stood at the window, still sui
lenly chewing his unl1ghted cigar, and
watched his late visitor and the trailer
lose themselves in the hurrying
crowds
"White-livered stmp: No violence,
Mr.. Durand' Hmp! Different here"
An evil grin broke through on the
thin-lippetl. cruel face
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When Rromfeld suggested to Gay
with q touch Of stiffness that he would
be glad to show him a side Of New
York night life probably still unfamii-
lar to him. the cattleman felt 2
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