Evening star., 1923-06-03
An Idol of the Stage Enters Into
Triangular Battle of Wits, as Gray
Ghost Is Found.

FAMOUS DETECTIVE ES SEVEN
RELATIONS.
flames Pelham, one-time million
aire and amateur detective, but more
recently a declared professional op-
ponent of crime. and former Police
Lieutenant Jerry Tryon, head of the
private detective agency which bears
his name, have formally announced
their separation.
Police circles will be interested in
the news, as will the general public
and the Gray Ghost, the arch-criminal
who for years has avoided the
clutches of the police of all the world,
will probably be elated. No reason is
given for the withdrawal of Mr.. Pei
ham from the Tryon agency. Mr.
Tryon refused to be interviewed yes
terday. and Mr.. Pelham could not be
located.
There was another rumor in circu-
lation around the city hall which in
timated that his honor is contemplat-
ing asking for the resignation of the
commissioner and will offer the place
to Mr. Pelham. Politicians maintain
that this would be wise move"
Dickinson. the former Maine guide
man of all work, entered the room.
Read the Star. Dickinson" Pelham
said. handing the editorial TO the lean
woodsman.
> Dickinson read it slowly. Bewil-
dered. he stared at his employer. 1T
ain't true. is it?' he demanded.
That I'm to be police commission
or? The job hasn't been offered me-"
replied Pelham.
Il mean about you and Mr.. Trvon
not doing business together said
Dickinson.
"Oh, that" Pelhams voice was bit
ter. Yes; I've quit the Tryon
agency"
State of Maine people do not make
good servants. They maintain an in
d, dependence of spirit that sometimes
irks their employers. IL think you're
maxim a fool play" declared Dickin-
son.
Pelham's face hardened, but the
ringing of the telephone postponed
the reply to impertinence. Dickinson
crossed the room and answered the
call ITS for you. Mr.. Pelham" he
said. Mr.. Tryon talking"
Pelham almost snatched the receiv-
er from the hand of the surprised
Dickenson, and his voice breathed fire
rs he. said into the telephone: We'll,
what do you want?"
x =
DICKENSON had become devoted to
IL his master. But he also liked and
admired Jerry Tryon. And it grieved
him that these two men should be
intn nd
quarrel.
And they were quarreling. Jimmy
Pelham was using tone OF voice that
would have justified Tryon in striking
him had the ex-lieutenant been pres
ent in person. OF course. the Maine
guide could not hear Tryons speech,
hut after a moments pause, Pelham
spoke again:
..You say that's your last word.
Well. you listen to mine. She's of
age, her own boss and she likes me.
I'm not going to marry her. and fifty
uncles couldn't make me. She's not
child. and neither am !. You speak
TO me again this way and I'll thrash
you within an inch of your life!"
He jammed the receiver upon the
hook and turned to Dickinson.
what were you saying while ago."
he demanded.
II said you was making a fool
play" answered Dickinson with spirit.
Now l amt sure. after listenin' to
you, that it ain't skunk play"
Slim, alert. Pelham stared at the
sinewy figure of his servant. Fire
flashed in his eyes. Then he turned
on mis- heel. You're fired, Dickinson"
he declared.
The - am! l resign" said the
servant.
Pelham smiled contemptuously.
"Call it what you will, but see that
you're out of here by tomorrow"
Suits me-" said the other. But
there were reluctant tears in his
shrewd gray eyes as he cleared away
the breakfast things. He'd fished
with Mr.. Pelham, and found him a
good sportsman. He'd slept beneath
the same blankets. and had drunk out
of the same cup. Dickinson thought
he knew men. He had set Jimmy Pei
ham down as the finest gentleman
that he had ever known. Darn wom-
en-! They'd ruin any man.
X
DELHAM did not visit the Offices of !
i the Tryon agency this day. He left |
his rooms shortly after breakfast |
lunched at his club, spent the after
noon playing bridge, dined there. |
played some more bridge. and al
about a quarter to IL stepped into a |
taxi ordered for him by the doorman |
and drove to the Regal Theater.
The last of the audience had just |
left the building when Pelham ar
rived. He walked down the alley |
that led 10 the stage door. The door
tender recognized him and permitted |
him to enter. Pelham mounted the |
circular iron staircase and on the first |
landing knocked upon the door of the |
dressing room of Miss Stacy Legendre.
the petite and vivacious premiere
danseuse of The Nightingale" the
extremely successful attraction at the
Regal.
A mulatto maid opened the door a
trife and peered through the crack, |
then threw open the door.
Within the dressing room a pert
faced young lady shifted a pair of re-
markably attractive black eyes from
the mirror above her dressing table TO
the presentable young-old visitor.
She extended a white hand. We'll, |
old thing. you're late this evening.
Usually you're here. battering at my
door before the audience has de-
parted 1t seems TO me that your
loves grown cold"
"on the contrary" grinned Pelham,
SIT grows more torrid every day.
Doesn't it embolden me to defy your
silly old uncle?'