Evening star., 1924-10-12

Otto Brown is known to the police
as Eddie the Dude, and he's wanted
in Chicago for neat little job of
forgery"
You lie," said Otto in a hard,
strained voice.
II do, hey? Then read this Pig
gensticker's eyes glittered unpleas-
antly, and he thrust forward d tele-
gram. II suspected you from the
tirst-when you told me you were in
the steel business and had an office
in the Babylon Building. SO last
night I wired my Chicago agent to
look you up, and here's his reply:
No such person in Babylon building
nor in Chicago business directory
There!" he cried triumphantly. Now
what have you got to say"
Otto's face had gone pale. and his
fists were clenched tightly. He
longed to strike this man smash
ing blow, yet some calm voice in his
enraged soul was whispering that he
must play the gentleman to the end.
ITS vile frame-up." he said
chokingly. And I'm going to hold
you responsible for it" He glared
threateningly at Piggensticker.
Come along" interrupted the de-
tective; no more arguing. there"
But this charge is ridiculous. I
tell you my name is Brown. Oh
it's all too ridiculous, You can't ar
rest me"
TN take 4 chance On it," snapped
Daggett You're L pretty slick
worker. but you're not goin' to get
away from me.
Otto was vaguely conscious of a
ring of staring faces about him. AS
il from afar came the rasping voice
Of Mr.. Tupper. The assistant manager.
'yhe evidence is all against you
please go quietly" he was pleading.
Think Of the reputation of the
hotel"'
You can't arrest me-" muttered
the barber Of the Seville, sick with
the thought of the disgrace the affair
had brought upon Gloria. You
can't arrest me-" His mind was
working quickly. however. If this
mistake in identity could be explain
ed without exposing who he really
was
At this moment the main door
n swung open to admit a new ar
rival-a breezy. red-cheeked. well
dressed young man, followed by
beilboy laden with luggage.
Whats the row." demanded the
breezy young man.
They've nabbed crook" some
body told him. THAT fellow in rid
ing clothes"
Mr.. Raymond Shirley of Chicago.
who prided himself on travelling
without announcing his movements
in the society columns Of the news
papers, craned his neck and caught
sight of Otto. Then straightway Mr.
Shirley pushed his way through the
crowd
Here he said. frownins. what's
the big idea?"
From the moment Otto Brown saw
the face coming toward him through
the crowd, his spirits dropped and
hope died out OF his heart.
What do you want with this man."
demanded Mr.. Shirley crisply.
"Why-Eh," Daggett coughed, hes
4 crook-wanted for forgery.
"Crook-nothing" exclaimed Mr..
Shirley. 'I guess 1 know Otto, here
he's been my barber in Chicago for
the last five years-at the Seville in
Chicago"
There was a startled gasp from
the crowd, and Mr.. Shirley, who felt
that he had heroically saved a diff
cult situation. heard a fat woman
with henna-ed hair say sniffingly: "A
barber! My dear, did you ever hear
of such a thing! Why. I'd almost
rather he'd turned out to be a crook.
Come, Annabelle, I always told you
that young man was no good"
The crowd seemed to be dispensing.
and Mr.. Shirley, suddenly sensing
tragedy in the little drama, reached
out his hand to the barber OF the