Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-29
CHAPTER XXXV.
IN GANGLAND AGAIN

= AVE for the sound of our foot
steps, all was as silent as the
grave, and, within about couple
~ of hours of Guard Murphy's en-
trance to my cell at 10 o'clock,
I was driving the prison car, at so
miles an hour, in the direction of the
little quiet farmhouse that a worthy
crook-who must remain namelesS-had
been keeping ready for me, commits
stoned by Uncle.
Here were clothes. food, drink, as
well as money and high-poWered car.
In this last Males ana l again drove
off, leaving the prison car with our in
eliminating garments in it, locked in
the garage.
we'll arranged fire. next day, burnt
this garage tand its contents) to the
ground SO we'll arranged, indeed was
the first that there was strong evidence
that at least one convict had persisted
in it, charred portions of a warder's
uniform and of a convict's dress being
saved from the almost unrecogniZab-e
remains of a motor car and what APP
peared to be human bodies.
Our first drive had taken us nearly
800 miles from the prison, and our SEC
ond one ended at Chicago, where We
went to earth, and. next day. l started
young Males off to Canada, with my
blessing, earnest advice, and money to
keep him until he could find work.
With Uncle's invaluable help, 1 lay
low till my escape was forgotten in
new sensation. and tried to come to
some decision as to what l should do
next.
I had had enough of suffering, bru-
tally and uglineSs. and I yearned for
a gracious and beautiful way of life
almost as much as l yearned for venge-
ance upon Rosemary's murderers.
l would escape from the country take
a long rest. and recover a measure OF
health and vigor.
I would live luxuriously abroad, and
meanwhile my money should work for
me-hiring the best brains of America
for my work of vengeance. But the
millionaire St. Clair was dead and
must remain so-dead as the escaped
convict, No. 46783.
Thus I planned and proposed-and
found life too bitter to be borne :.
Dust and ashes IN the mouth :.
I came near to suicide.
Ny new descent into the underworld
was in great measure due to rather
remarkable dream.
I dreamt that I was fishing in a
great river: fishing from its crumbling
bank. with a rod OF gold and it seemed
that my bait was great gold coin.
And. as so often happens to me IN
dreams. felt foolish. Intellectual, and
convinced Of unsuccess. While my very
life seemed to depend upon my catching
not merely fish, but certain particular
fish, knew that my task was hopeless,
and that no fish would look at my bait.
I groaned aloud, and then prayed
fervently for help.
When, after ages in this hopeless
labor. I was about to abandon my ef-
fort in despair, I realized that man
whom 1 recognized, one Williams II.
William, was standing at my elbow.
What do'you know about seals?" he
remarked graphically pointing to the
seal-ring which I wore upon the little
finger of my right hand.
And, nodding encouragingly, he fold
ed UP his Cheshire cat-like smile and
stole silently away.
williams H william, one of the
cleverest private detectives who ever
lived. and whom l had employed before
1 put an end to my life as John Darce
Waye Vanderleur st. Clair, the million
ARE. had said something. as usual.
What did / know about seals!
Winding in my line. 1 dived head
long into the water, instantly became
a seal and. a moment later, was pur-
suing fish in their own element.
II the very act or opening widely
my Jaws, that they might meet deep in
the ouivering flesh o. sinister fish
that fed before me. I awoke.
Idly bordering the dream next day,
I saw its meaning. returned to America,
and. as I have said, plunged again into
the foul river of crime, once more t.
be with. but not of, its denizans, ar
to pursue certain Of them in their
natural element.
The full story Of my life IN the glllse
OF a criminal inhabitant Of the under
world Of crooks would be as wesrisome
to read as 1t was 10 live. Like war,
II was, after the first few weeks,
monotony Of boredom, rarely broken by
brief periods of swift, violent danger,
Let me say at once that. clever as
] thought myself, and deyelish relent-
less, implacable ard determined as I
was 1 should have had no success but
for the help of three much cleVerer
people than nyself-this same Williams
H. william and his wife and that
amazing character known TO most Of
the crooks Of America and to all those
Of Chicago as Uncle
williams H william and never.
never, If you should chance to meet
him or write to him. make the-by
hirn-unforgivable mistake Of address
Ing him as William H. Williams
AS he would Indignantly and trucu
lently point out to you, any dod-gaSted
fool could be William H. Williams. H
was some one and something very
different indeed. unique, in fact-Wil-
lams H William to wit
This remarkable man had started life
as a travelling salesman,in which capac-
ity his marvellous gift Of tongues Tor
the gabD, his ingratiating manner his
resource and interchangeable t-nacity
must have stood him in excellent stead
Later he had-and do not wonder at
it-beconle an actor. and through train
ing on the stage. his remarkable natur-
a. gifts we're augmented by the acquired