San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-29

And from lat point, the investi-
gators ran into a blank wall.
After four days of assiduous effort
on the part of the Police Department,
aided now by an army of private de
tectives, no clue had been unearthed
to indicate what had become of her
or whittier she had gone.
Mrs. Ranger was by this time
under the care of physicians. i'll
from grief and worry; and her hus-
band, his face lined and haggard, his
straight shoulders bowed. looked %
years older. Even Eustace High!
showed the effects of the strain.
In desperation they decided tc
make the facts public. and every
newspaper in the country was filled
with descriptions of the missing girl.
CHAPTER ".
Rangers pipes are known all over
the world. Buy pipe-clay, Gala
bash, meerschaum, brier-rooot or
what-not, and in whatever part of the
globe-and. the chances are teh to
one that Granger & Co., Makers,
will be found stamped on it.
The factory and salesroofhs occupy
a block on Seventh Avenue near
Fourteenth Street, and there as
matter of habit. Ranger continued to
go daily in the attempt to win some
surcease from anxiety by absorbing
himself in the accustomed routine.
So ready was he to listen to every
wild story or suggestion offered him
that it had been found necessary TO
post guards before his office dooor to
protect him from the invasion of
cranks and impostors.
Thus, one morning. Number One
of the Gordon peremptorily halted
caller who had attempted to stroll by
him., and who now, with too much
assurance to be pleasing said that he
wished to see Ranger"
The off-hand manner. as well as
the lack of the prefix of mister"
annoyed the guard. Neither did he
lind the strangers appearance pre-
possessing. Dark. lean, his clothes
impressed, his hat tilted, the man
staggered before him.
"Ranger. eh?"-with heavy sar-
rasm. well. / got to tell you that
the boss is busy this morning and
can't see anybody-even you"
The visitor shifted his hat to an
other and more disrcputable angle.
'oook an old pipe from his pocket and
began to fill il.
You're new here, my lad: that's
plain. But. if you're in doubt take
my name. either to Frank Bryan or
Loring himself"
The guard scowled, but wavered in
his decision to throw the man out. |
He trusted his own impressions more
than he did this airy certainty of
welcome. Yet the fellow seemed so con-
foundedly sure.
He covered his hesitation with true
llent repartee.
We'll, sposin' l do? Who shall
say it is that wants the boss-Lloyd |
George or Herbert Hoover?"
Neither" The man fiickel a raw.
cling from his sleeve. He'll probably !
see me quicker if you give it to him
straight. just say, my good man. |
hat Juarez Charlie is here"
Juarez Charlie. In the face of such |
designation, No. felt his original |
estimate of the man full justified |
tHu YET tnere WAS something In tndt |
lark. obscure glance. in the jeerins
mile on the glib mouth that OVERRIDE
lis settled judgment. Uncertainty he
scratched his jaw.
Il don't know but what I'll take n |
nance on YOU" he finally decided. |
You amt so much worse than a LOT
we had to let get by. But listen
lere-' with return of authority
If | get in wrong. you'd better not
wait. I'm coming back. and if they
lon't want you, I'll Just naturally
wipe up the street with you"
AS he came into the presence of
hangers private secretary. FranB
5ryan. the impulse that had led him
o take in the name of the rakish
,isitor weakened. and he stood shut
ling his feet. uncertain what to say
Mr.. Bryan, sir, there's "a party
ut there, that wants to see Mr.. Rang
r. He said to tell you or Mr.. Ranger
hat Juarez Charlie"
"Juarez CHARLIE" the secretary
mapped. "Why didn't you say 500