The Washington times., 1926-01-14

Chevy Chase to Hyattsville, or
maybe it was Berwyn. Muirkirk
or Ammendale would have been
possible. You'll get no informa.
ton out Of this confession that
will land anyone in trouble. That
was the bargain.
you drive like a Dago eats
spaghetti" Tom remarked, in a
way that almost approached com,
mendat ton. 1T looks so easy when
you do it. Slow down now when
you reach the foot of this hill. |
want to show you where the cops
will be waiting when you come
back. Don't stop-ten chances to
one they're there now"
BY alternately applying and re-
leasing the brake and rapidly
switching the lights from bright to
dim and back. produced credit
able imitation of a car suffering
from short circuit. / wanted an
excuse for running very slowly.
This would be the. critical point on
the return trip. and 1 wanted TO
size up the layout.
Clever stuff. kid" and you
couldn't have heard Toms voice
five feet away stop right here.
Hop out now and see what's
wrong with your enjeyn. Look
over to the left
| could have stopped with my
lights pointing in the direction in
dicated by Tom and perhaps made
sure whether the prohibition men
were there or not. But l didrt
want to start anything at that
stage of the game, and throwing
the full beams on them might nave
led to more sizing UP than | needed.
So l headed well in to the right
of the road. as all good motorists
should do when they find it neces
sary to stop on a boulevard.
White Fence to Reflect
My thoughtfulness was rewarded,
as l expected it would be when l
first made out the dim presence OF
a whitewashed fence on the right
side of the road. 1t was only a
three.stringered affair, but it re-
Elected enough Of my headlight
beam to produce something of an
illumination on the other side.
knew the scenery along the
boulevard pretty well, for Elect
had taken many weekend trip
with me to Baltimore, and | recOg
nized this place in a general kind
of way.
They were there, all right. !
couldn't make them out at first,
because my eyes were partially
dazzIed by the reflection from
the white fence. But by the
time / had got the hood raised
and had stared for a moment or
two at the darkness across the
way, caught the sparltle of
Slcir windshield.
They were ten or fifteen feet up
a lane that led into the boulevard
fifty feet or so ahead of us, be.
tween a cleared field beyond and a
branch that crossed the road in
culvert. whose white cpd my head
light beam had just missed.
A blot of blackness near the
culvert on the other side slowly
resolved into a rubber-cape-covercd
officer. apparently interested in
anxious to be observed himself.
pretty we'll on the watch,
thought. I'm going to earn my
one fifty getting by those birds.
It's all right" | called out to Tom.
Just a grease soaked lead. I've
fixed it. Start her up"
If everything went we'll | was
going to be pulling out of there in
three seconds or less and if the
sleuth should call out to us in the
meantime, | wanted to he in a posi-
ton not to hear. | wanted to go
away in a hurry, but look natural
about it, Tom had seemed anxious
70 avoid contact with them could
Onlv guess why-and | didn't want
to be noticed by them any more
than was absolutely necessary.
They have wonderful memories for
faces.
Tom was a good man to work
with. He had "saVVy." The engine
was whirrine, the door was open.
Toms feet were ont of the way
and I was under the wheel in salts
factory time.
TO BE Continued Tomorrow