Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-10

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Warrington's desperate mes
4 sage as highly humorous. ii
roared with laughter over tn
telephone, and Warrington, as NJ
hung up, felt he had done a reckless
thing
Had he been able to see into the
office, he would have been certain o.
it. Baylie, ed-headed and cheertully
sophisticated, wandered over to Mis-:
Sharps desk and passed on the glac
tidings.
Can you beat it?" he inquired 10
vially. "What sort of a boss have you
got, anyhow, hanging around hotel
without his clothes?"
Quit stringing me, Mr.. Baylie."
Its a fact, and l don't mean may
be- He's at the Stockton"
Never heard of it,"
"Well, you'll hear of it again, and
he's going to hear of it, if l live to
| tell the tale. Says he sent his clothes
out to be pressed and can't get them
| backn'
They laughed together. not ma
| liciously.
After Baylie had got his hat and
started out, Miss Sharp remembered
something and went into the outer
| office, and the detective standing
there surveying the board turned at
her approach.
MIR. Warrington will be in before
long," she told him. He's just tele-
phoned. He's at the Hotel Stockton
just now. But you'd better wait here.
He'll be around SOON"
There was amusement in her face,
and he looked at her shrewdly.
whats funny, sister? Tell me.
like to laugh"
A eli Nv. N y~vsiT1 when
comes in" she said, smiling.
Tell me now. 1 can't wait" he
coaXed her.
She looked around, saw they were
unobserved, and passed the tale on to
him. But he did not laugh. He push
ed her aside with a movement more
forcible than polite.
How long ago did this Baylie
start?" he demanded.
"Why do you ask"
How long ago? Five minutes?
Ten minutes?"
Hes just gone" she said, and he
bolted out the door.
To the detective, the fact that War
rington was trying to get another
suit of clothing meant only one thing;
a bolt. He was relieved, therefore,
to find his man was still in the hotel,
under his own name. He sent a bell
hop to watch the door and used the
telephone on the desk, lowering his
voice carefully.
"Got him." he said. Hes sent
out for some different clothes, but I've
got him all right. I'll bring him right
around"
1t was about that time that War
rington's suit. neatly pressed and re-
paired, was passed through his door,
Gn Iofn oh I1o
was leaving his room.
He took the arrest very quietly.
II was on my way, anyhow" was
all he said.
They went down together in the ele-
vator, and another man took up po-
sition on his other side. He walked
between them, a free man, to all APP
pearances, a free man in neatly
pressed suit, with James old cap on
his head and his linen exceedingly
dirty. But he was not a free man;
he was on his way to jail.
However. they did not commit him
at once. They took him first to the
district attorneys Office. But he had
to wait for some time in the outer
room.
At last one Of the men took him in.
He had no idea of what he was ex
pSCLCO " w VI say anu oO AiO obOOA
still and waited. The detective had
taken off his hat, so he did the same.
The district attorney was looking at
him.
Come over and sit down, Warning
ton," he said. II want to talk to you.
Wait out there, will you, Lyell?"
The detective went out. Warning
ton sat down near the desk. There
was a silence, and then the district
attorney cleared his throat.
IT suppose you know why you're
here?"
II suppose do. Yes"
There was another silence. He
could feel the district attorneys eyes
moving over him, studying, watching.
How did you get mixed up with
this thing, Warrington? understand
your records been clean, SO far?"
THAT depends on how far you
think am mixed up in it."
Don't spar for time," said the dis
trict attorney, rather more sharply.
I'VE know you had those bonds. We
know you sold one Of them. That was
a fool thing to do, in the first place.
Why? Were you trying out the mar
ket?"