Evening star., 1923-08-19

OU are acquainted Win tHC HdoitS
of the animal you mention. Jerry?"
Pelham asked mischievously.
Enough" said Jerry loudly, ito
know that you can't tell 'em by their
ears. You can't always tell 'em by
their bray. Sometimes they put on
pants and boiled shirts, and get into
restaurants like this. and try to listen
to conversations not meant for them"
His voice rose with each syllable.
A gentleman at an adjoining table
flushed. For moment he tried to
meet the fiery glance OF the ex-lieu-
tenant of police. Then he looked
quickly away.
Pelham grinned. The eavesdropper,
rebuked by Jerry's innuendo. signaled
his waiter and asked for his check.
After all. Jerry" Pelham said
chidingly when the recipient of
Jerry's rebuke had departed. you're
a famous man."
Famous! There amt chance in
the world of you and me ever getting
famous with the Gray Ghost at large"
growled Jerry. Anyhow, l hate
nosy folks
tective making that remark"
Well. we're nosy in the line of
business" said Jerry defensively.
And in another minute We'll be
deep in the discussion of business"
said Pelham. And digestion is ruined
by too much thought"
But not until they had finished their
dinner and were parting, on a near
by corner. did Jerry again refer to
anything bearing even remotely upon
business. Then his bushy brows
wrinkIed Suppose that nosy guy
was somebody sent by the Gray
Ghost" he suggested
Pelham shook his head. THE Gray
Ghost knows that you and don't dis
cuxs business in public, Jerry
Jerry shrugged his thick shoulders.
"Guess you're right, Mr.. Pelham. That
fellow kinda got my goat, 1 guess"
Pelham slapped his coadjutor on the
back go home and sleep off that
crouch, Jerry" he laughingly ad-
yised
He was still smiling as he let him
self into his apartment. Good old
Jerry!
Presently. in dressing gown and
slippers, and seated in a deep arm
chair, he stared at the fire which
Dickenson, his man of all work, had
lighted against his return.
AS he thought Of that archcriminal
who defied society and preyed upon
1t, his lips hardened and his eyes
:matched the glow Of the flames in the
fireplace.
But worry would get him nowhere.
He dropped his cigarette upon an
ash receiver. and, leaning back far
ther in his comfortable chair. closed
his eyes.
DICKENSON awakened him. Hate
IL to wake you, boss" said the for
inner Maine guide. but Mr.. Tryon's
on the telephone-long distance-and
says he must talk to you"
Pelham crossed the room and was
lspeaking into the phone. Dickenson
sheard his tones of mild surprise
change to excitement. There was a
,rapid-fre exchange Of questions and
answers, and then Pelham hung up.
He turned to Dickinson.
"Mr. Tryon's out in the country
near Portchester. on the Gray Ghosts
trail, and wants you," replied Dicken-
son.
Get the roadster and bring it
around while I'm dressing" ordered
Pelham.
I'm going with you," stated Dick
enson. There was fat finality In his
tone.
Pelham chuckled, "You bet your life
you are" he agreed. "Hustle!"
When Dickenson returned, at the
wheel of speedy-looking two-pas-
senger car, Pelham was waiting i'm
, patiently on the sidewalk outside his
apartment house.
Pelham climbed into the seat beside
Dickinson. Shoot over to Riverside
drive" he said. "Tryon is waiting
for US somewhere between White
Plains and Portchester; We'll make 1t
quicker that way"
Dickenson slipped in the clutch. and
the machine started. There was little
conversation during the next forty
five minutes. Once Dickenson asked
why did Mr.. Tryon start off on a
stunt like this without telling you
that he, was going?" he demanded.
Said he was afraid that he was on
a blind lead, and didn't want to bother
me needlessly" explained Pelham.
Dickinson frowned. Don't sound
sensible to me- he argued. And 1t
don't seem any too sane him telling
you not to bring any one with you"
Kings could not have bought the
~ Slim nirkens son pyles he
liked them. He was more than a
servant; he was an intimate friend,
and even at times a highly. valued
counselor. So Pelham did not rebuke,
even in his thought, the. comment Of
Dickepson. AS a matter OF fact, he.
agreed silently that Jerry was, q bit
reckless. They did not, speak again
until after they had passed White
Plains Then Pelham ordered. Dick
enson to slow down. -.
ct don't know just where Mr.. Tryon
will meet us. Keep your eyes open
for a car drawn up alongside'the road.
just beyond a cross street and around
a curve"
Right" said Dickenson. And half
a mile beyond, rounding a curve. he
threw out the clutch and applied the
brakes, swerving in toward the high
bank that bordered the road.
X X
nELHAM was out Of the car and ap-
i preaching the shadowy bulk Of an
other machine almost before the
wheels ceased moving. A dark figure
detached itself from the gloom and
approached him. mfr. Pelham" 1t
was Jerry.