The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-04-14

happens 20 De our young xrten0D
Miss Sadie Wimpel, alias Cherry
Dresser"
A look Of comprehension crep
into Wilsnach's eyes.
"How did you spot her?'' he IN
quired.
Pays In Counterfeit.
81 trailed her, from the Grand
Union Hotel, where she met her
friend, Inlxy Davis, the wire-tap-
per. I Swallowed her twice to
Mile. Baby's. Then I get q girl
planted inside, and found Sadie
was q regular visitor. She lays
her bets with considerable judy
ment. Sometimes she wins, and
sometimes she loses. But she
doesn't worry over losing. She
doesn't need to. For every bill
she pays out in that poolroom il
one Of Maura Lambert's coun.
terfeitsr'
But this doesn't sound like
Lambert's procedure"
"It isn't his procedure as .
rule. But suppose he's got to
pay running expenses until, he ef-
fects his coup. So he jumped at
the quickest and safest way OF
uttering his bad paper. Sadie IL
his layer out. She unloads big
denominations, breaks them and
gets good money in return. Those
counterfeits will fool every one
until they get in expert hands at
the banks. and even there they
may pass muster for a while. And
in the meantime. Sadie win move
on ="
But how about Lambert him
self?"
I'VE. may 40 wen remember,
Wilsnach. there's no such man
as Lambert. Names never count
for very much in the criminal
world. Our mans at present
known as Hartman, slight vari-
alton Of his old alias OF Hartman.
I've been watching Hardman for
a day and a half every move he
makes In the open. He's posing
as q Southerner, horsebreeder
from Virginia with a frock-coat
and wide-brimmed black hat
you know the get-up! Three hours
ago Morello met him In a down
town hotel. An hour later our
Italian friend bought a ticket for
Washington, and I'm having him
: trailed to see just what
his bust ness might be in
that city. He's out Of our reach
for tonight. But there are other
things we've got to take care
Of"
''Tonight?"
"Yes: tonight-for Hardman IL
ready to launch one Of the big.
gest tricks ever turned by q
crook. I almost respect that
man: he's Napoleonic in some
ways. While Sadie wimpeI's
been unloading on that uptown
women's poolroom aardman's
been maneuvering with Doc Kill
vert's downtown establishment.
And this IL how he did it: XII.
vert spotted that benovolent-eyed
old Southerner in the frock-coat
and sized him up as something
ready and waiting for a killing.
Hartman even looked good
enough for q variation Of the old
green goods game. and Kilvert
got busy. Hartman did some
investigating on his own hook,
played coy with Kilvsrt. and then
fell for the plan. Can you beat
that for one Of life's little ironiee?
IA tin-horn con1nan like Kilvert
trying to sell q handful Of phoney
money to Americas most &C.
oomplished counterfeiter doing
business on sub.Treasury
basis"
"But did he fall for it,"
To-day, when the time for de-
livery came. Hardman turned on
Kilvert and nailed him down, He
turned the trick so well that he
took that piker's breath away.
Then he took Kilvert UP to his
room and talked real business
with him"
you near you think he did."
II know hs did-part through
Rodney sissons. part through
our dictograph. and part through
a bell boy stool I'd planted there.
But here's the point Of the whole
thing: AZ soon 40 Kilvert spotted
that counterfeit paper of Hard.
mans, he agreed that big things
could be done with it. Hartman
supplied him with samples and