Evening star., 1923-11-10
AND HERE 1T CONTINUES.
CHAPTER III,
Sanctuary.

>dE car started off. 1t turned
the corner. John Bruce
looked around him. He was
standing on precisely the
same spot from which he had en-
tered the car. He had ben driven
around the block. that was all.
He caught his breath. Was it real?
That wondrous face which, almost as
though at the touch of some magi-
clans wand. had risen before him
out of the blackness. His blood,
afire. was leaping through his veins
again. That face!
He ran to the corner and peered
down the street The car was per-
haps 100 yards away-and suddenly
John Bruce started 70 run again,
following the car. Madness! His
lips had set grim and hard. Who
was she that prowled the night in
that bizarre travelling pawn shop?
Where did she live? Was it actually
the Arabian Nights back again? He
laughed at himself-not mirthfully
But still he ran on.
Fool! For a womans face! Even
though 1t were a divine symphony
of beauty! Fool? Love-smitten idioto
Not at all! 1t was his job, Nice
sound to that word in conjunction
liness-job,
The travelling pawn shop turned
into 4th avenue and headed down
town. John Bruce caught the sound
or a. street car gong, spurted and
car going in the same direction.
OF course, it was his job! The ex-
quisite Monsieur Henri de Lavergne
was mixed up in this.
IIall
The street car conductor stared at
him. John Bruce scowled. He swore
again-but this time under his
oreath. brought a sudden wild,
thought that there should be any
thing, even of the remotest nature,
between the glorious vision in that
car and the mincing, silken-tongued
manager of Lannon'S gambling hell.
there? How else had she come
there? 1t was the usual thing,
wasn't it? And-beware of the con-
ductor! The warning. now appeared
to be very apt; And how well he
sirens beauty!
His face grew very white.
John Bruce" he whispered to him
self, IF 1 could get at you. I'd pound
your face to pulp for that"
He leaned out from the platform
The travelling pawn shop had in
creased it's speed and was steadily
leaving. the street car behind. He
looked back in the opposite direction.
deserted as far as traffice went. The
only vehicle in sight was a taxi
bowling along block in the rear
He laughed out again harshly. The
conductor eyed him suspiciously.
John Bruce dropped OFF the car
and planted himself in the path of
the oncoming taxi. Call it his job.
then. If it pleased him, He owed it
to Larmon to get to the bottom of
this.
How extremely logical he was.
The transaction in the travelling
pawn shop had been SO fair minded
as almost to exonerate Monsieur
and if it had not been for certain
vision therein, and fire in his own
veins, and fury at the thought that
even her acquaintance with the
gambling manager was profanity. he
could have heartily applauded Mon
sieur Henri de Lavergne for a unique
and original
The taxi beloved at him. hoarsely
indignant.
John Bruce stepped neatly to one
side-and jumped on the footboard.
shouted the chauffeur. You"
Push your foot on it little" said
ab s1hn Of tSat eossd car eah lose
Lose sight of nothin'!" yelled the
chauffeur 'Tve got a fare, am"
I hear him." said John Bruce com
$50 bank notes passed into the lat
ters possession. Keep that car in
sight, and don't make 1T hopelessly
obvious that you are following it.
I'll attend to your fare"
He screwed around in his seat.
An elderly, gray-whiskered gentle
man, a patiently irate gentleman, was
pounding furiously on the glass
we should be turnin' down this
street we're just passin,," grinned the
chauffeur. -
John Bruce lowered the panel. .,
Whats the meaning OF this?
thundered the fare.
Bruce respectfully. "a little detect
i've business" He coughed. 1t was
really quite true. His voice became
confidential 1.-The occupants OF that
want to arrest one of them. I'm very
sorry to put you to any inconven-
ience, but it couldn't be helped. There
was no other way than to com
for a matter of a few minutes"
ITS preposterous" spluttered the
fare Outrageous! I-Tll-
"Yes. sir" said John Bruce. But
there was nothing else couiu 40.
You can report it to headquarters,
of course"
He closed the panel:
"Fly cop-not!" said the chauffeur,
with his tongue in his cheek. any
fly cop that ever go. ms s,,a mt. oo,,,dn:t IA
be pried loose from it with crow
"it lets you out doesn't it?'' in
quired John Bruce pleasantly. NO"
a
aIll earn itr said the chauffeur
with unction. you leave it to me,
boss!" g
travelling pawn shop, directed us
way into the heart Of the East Side.
Presently 1t turned into a hiVing,
narrow street, where hawkers with
their pushcarts in the light Of flaring,
spitting gasoline banjos were doing
a thriving business. The two cars
went more slowly now. There was
very little room. The taxi almost up
set a fish vender's wheeled emporium.
The vender was eloQuent-feryently
so. But the chauffeur's eyes, after
an fmpersonal and indifferent glance
at the other, returned to- the car
ahead. The taxi continued on its
way. trailing fifty yards in the rear
Of the travelling pawn shop.
At the end Of the block the car
ahead turned the corner. AS the
taxi, in turn. rounded the corner,
John Brucd saw that the travelling
pawn shop was drawn up before
small building that was nested in
between two tenements. The blood
in his mise The girl had