The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1931-06-05
CHAPTER XI
To the Rescue

Babe and Martin stood staring ar
each other across dead telephone.
What do you suppose made her
voice sound so funny?" Babe asked.
"Sure ii was hers, are your he shot
at her.
oh" cried Babe disgustedly, don't
know Reds voice? Look here. have
you really got anything on your mind,
or are you just generally cuckoo
about her, | mean?"
I've got that Cleveland woman on
my mind" he answered, land a man
named C. J. Forster. who wants to get
hold Of h,r pretty badly, and | don't
know why. He's been advertising for
her and somehow or other has man.
aged to find her"
Babe asked, rather tensely, how he
knew.
1T was Forster" he told her, who
brought you two down to work, this
morning in his Limousine. Where did
he pick you up? Just as you were
leaving the building here?"
She answered with a nod. Il guess
it's my fault, if anything's happened"
she said. pretty humbIy for Babe. Il
know how be found her, all right.
You see, | answered his ad myself
He telephOned one in, the morning
after Max had brought me home. Max
had asked me that night if her real
name wasn't Rhoda Mcfarland.
took the ad over the phone and got
FOrster's name and address. I'd tried
TO get Red TO answer it the night be-
fore but she wouldn't 1t said some
thing to her advantage and thought
it probably was. So | called him I'D
ar lunch time at the Worcester and
told him if he'd write her a letter,
care of me, I'd forward it to her.
didn't see how that gave her away, but
it must have. somehow. | suppose
in like that
He patted her shoulder instead.
Its no use worrying about that now,'
he said. I'm glad you told me. It's
between nim and the Cleveland won
an, then. They are fighting each other,
them has got her, somehow If that
had been a plain broken connection
she'd have called again.
The telephone bell interrupted him.
Babe was nearer and caught up the
instrument before he could get 20 it.
"Red!" she cried, sis that your"
But it wasn't Rhoda Babe was
looking rather puzzled. NO. Martin
heard her say. "She hasn't come back
yet. We're expecting her. =. This
is her friend. Babe Jennings.-Say,
who is this?"
Martin started over to take the tele-
phone away from her, but she chung
to it pressing the mouthpiece tight
against her chest.
Martini she cried excitedly, 81
think it's the woman at the station
the Cleveland womanI Listen and see
if she sounds like she di. when you
telephoned to her this afternoon
He'd been motioning at her rantical-
ly TO take the transmitter away. "She
can hear every word you say when
Ask her where she is. Give me the
receiver so l can hear what she says.
But all be was in time to hear was
the click of disconnection. Claire had
hung up on them.
well" Martin remarked as he him.
self hung DIP, thanks to that chest
trick of yours she knows how we
framed her and Max this afternoon
But she hasn't got Rhoda or she
wouldn't have called up here to ask
for her. That makes tie Worcester
our best bet I'm going there now and
try to find her. You stick-tight, you
Understandable that telephone so that
you can answer the second she calls.
If she does call again."
With that be snatched his hat and
fed.
Fifteen minutes later. in telephone
booth in the lobby of the Worcester
hotel, he looked up Forster's number
and telephoned from there.
When a mans voice answered with
a Hello? Who is this?" be said that
he was a reporter from the News and
he wanted personal interview with
Mr.. c. j. Forster. The rather surpris-
ing answer came back. This is Mr..
Forster speaking. What was ii you
wanted to speak TO me about?"
Apart from the fact that YOU
wouldn't have expected Forster to an
swer his own phone. there were two
queer things about this The rhythm
of his talk wasn't right The man
wasn't speaking for himself. He was
being prompted. This meant. of
course. that he wasn't Forster but was