The Ely miner., 1930-12-19
CHAPTER v

father, or even to the girl herself, on
the strength Of likeness, and that
not very strong? He could not even
remember the mans name!
When he came within hailing dis
tance Roberta spoke: Are you ready
to go to the village with me to meet
the bank manager"
absolutely. Now|
Immediately after luncheon. On
the way back Wen stop at Green
Bend for tea. Father says now that
you're fairly well acquainted In the
city-he wants you to meet every
body here. We will probably give a
dinner and dance this week for Aunt
Aggy-and for you. I'll have to consult
her as to the night"
"Awfully good of you," Sir George
said mechanically, wishing that he
might ask her a question or two about
the lad In the blue car.
AS though answering his thought.
she continued with disdaInful
grimace. Entertaining here's the last
scream in old-fashioned stuff. 1t will
be mixture of old and young"
'Is the man saw this morning one
of the 'young'?"
Roberta stopped short, flushed and
answered him slowly: "No. he doesn't
belong about here"
"Sorry. His face interested me-"
"Oh, you will probably see him
again." answered Roberta lightly, but
though Sir George nodded, he noticed
she did not give him the mans name,
and she had not made the slightest
effort to introduce him this morning.
They sat around table in cheap
Philadelphia restaurant, and they
might have been, such is the uni
formity of men today in their custom
made and fashioned clothing, anything
but honest clerks at luncheon. In
clothes, manners and language they
reSembled some of the crude but fairly
straight business men Of that district.
Their business, if neither legitimate
nor honest, was profitable.
The oldest man, gray haired, with
thin lips, was the head Of the business.
He had thought it out carefully during
three years of imprisonment at Sing
Sing and he had chosen his associates
with care. 1t had been profitable
and exciting partnership, although the
offices in this backwater street seemed
dull and respectable enough.
The name on the door was, "The
Elite Social Register, Inc.," and the
offices, two in number, were duly sup
piled with files and card indexes. Ii
the police ever grew suspicious what
was there to dread? All they would
find was quiet office run by one man,
stenOgrapher and filing clerk. If
they should by chance find the leader
there, why here was crook who was
tired of the game and had settled
down to earning an honest living.
issuing little blue book that told
society climbers who was who, in that
world of millionaires which constitutes
Americas aristocracy of money.
The youngest man present was Jack
Navarro who was talking vehemently.
While the others listened to him with
attention. it could not be said that
they listened with patience.
"You bring too little," the leader in
terrupted. "You say there is money in
the country bank, but how much? You
say this Englishman Is about to be
trusted by his employer-but how far"
Jack shrugged his shoulders. Il
bring you what l can get" he told
them sulkily. eff / ask too many
questions, the girl may grow sus-
picious."
"Of what? Why should e rich kid
like her have any suspicious? Have
you been talking?"
"If say too much" Jack snarled,
"she will be suspicious that am after
her money. Even now there Is trouble.
She asks me to go to their house so
that i meet the father. Well, !
cannot CO."
"Why not?"
Because Of that cursed English
man.
HE knows you?
"On the Steamer-we met"
The older man looked from one to
the other of his companions without
speaking. Finally he came to Jack.
(TO BE CONTINUEDJ