Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-25

beyond the control Of Head Center. the
victim Of q classical knockout.
Poor chapl" said Harry. as the man
fell heavily and lay still. Hes tainted!
Must be the heatl"
You are sure-he Is not dead?"
mime. Czerna whispered fearfully.
Not him, Miss. Only sleepingl Go
in and tell 'em somebody's been took
i'll. I'll get copper"
Up in Stopford's room debate ran
high:
coe. Il only met her once, but she's I'M
forgettable, It's damned unfortunate
Sloppy. But I should take her advice
il were you"
"Nonsensel" Stopford rejoined. "A
man can't be kidnapped or murdered ir
a main street without attractin' atten'
ton Of paSsin' citizens"
Yet only a few minutes earlier mar
had been knocked out on the steps o.
had seen the blow struck. At that very
moment an ambulance was whistling til
way along Sixth avenue.
"You know better than that" sale
Roscoe grimly. You have seen Pete
Champion. a multi-millionaire, barri
caded In his home under police guard
You saw Louis Meyer-Shot dead in
taxi on Forty-eighth street. He's lying
in morgue, now, and the success OF my
jobs at stake, II fail to get there be-
fore he's moved"
"Why?"
He was one of the Zone group, Stop.
ford. The police have been advised thai
nothing found on him is to be touched
But I can't be sure what I'm looking fol
wasn't taken before he reached the
morgue.'
"Such ASP"
His credentials. Don't you under.
stand that in a secret organization Of
this kind, officials must have some
method of establishing their identity
Think what such clue might meant
He took three nervous PAGES, turned
and:
Listen" he said. His manner haC
grown grinnly determined. "As your
steward, have passed so far. While
they know you're here think I may
venture out"
They'll be watchin' the morgue"
II know. But I have q plan. You have
met Father Burke?"
Dear old Father Pat? Ratherl"
well, he's part of my plan. TIL,
other part, Sloppy, and I think you
safety as well as mine hangs on It, /.
that you sit tight here. Your rush tx
AAhd OuI WLAdG UcCOIlG Oh me mas lanQe<
you in fine picket But there's too
much at stake for me to hesitate. Wal
until ! call you"
He clapped the stewards cap on hi.
head and ran to the door.
CHEEKY no." said Stopford, gloomily
Give my love to the keeper of the
Il1orgue. may call one day when he:
not so busy"
The door closed. Stopford crossed
and craned out of the open window. HI
could see the hotel porch below to hi:
right. A small group of persons wa.
dispensing in the wake of an ambulance
just moving away. The sight was dis.
turbing. He wandered If it was specially
significant. In the entrance to the
apartment house where Roscoe had hi:
quarters a man was standing. cigar In
mouth, hands in pockets. The figure
was familiar in some way.
Away to the left, in q recess formed
by the door of big store, two other
men loitered. A closed car was drawn
up by the sidewalk farther along to-
ward Fifth avenue. A pair Of rough
looking fellows were seated on the SteI
Of the scenery dock of the closed the.
alter on Sixth avenue corner.
A whistle was blown. A taxi drew ur
below. Roscoe, In his stewards uniform
got In quickly. The cab moved on.
Stopford, conscious OF excitement