The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1931-02-13
CHAPTER Nv

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CHAPTER Nv
MAYHEM Elmer Clarke strolled
w down town the following
morning he found Sam Haskins
struggling alone with the Smoke
Shoppe and looking very sad and
disconnected. A nights rest and
the knowledge that he was not
longer dependent upon MI. Haskins
had erased all the irritability which
Elmer had felt and manifested the
day previous. He IA congenially
incapable of holding a grudge. His
heart went out now to Sam.
Good morning, SAM" he cried
cheerfully, and swung In behind the
cigar counter. i've been thinking
about our silly little tiff yesterday
and have come to the conclusion
THAT / can't let you down without
notice. | haven't been a million
aire long enough to be hard and
disregard the feelings of folks, so
get out Of my way and let me take
charge again while you go forth
into the highways and byways and
hire my successor.
Sans barassed c~ountenance light
ed up like the Grand canyon Of
Arizona at sunset. He thrust out
his hand. He was embarrassed.
"Guess ] was a mite hasty myself,
Elmer" he admitted.
well, we both feel better now"
Elmer declared.
Throughout the morning trade
was brisk, due to the fact that
news had spread around town that
the new millionaire was still on
duty at the Smoke Shoppe, ap-
p~arently none the worse for wear.
Consequently the citizenry, n~aively
curious, c~ongregated to study Elmer
with new interest. Among them
was the Clarion reporter, Charley
TerrilI, who considered this mani
festation of democracy Of such
news value that he sent In a wire
story to the United Press ~associa-
ton.
The Los Angeles Record printed
1t in h%old-faced type, boxed, on the
front page, where it was seen and
read that very day by the promo
ters and bunco steerers who had
overlooked the story the day pre-
vious. Among the latter was one
known to the room clerk of the
New BiltmOre hotel as Mr.. James
P. Hutton, q coal baron from Penn
s~ylvania. To the police, however,
Mr.. Hutton was known as Colorado
Charley.
Upon the instant that he read
that story, Colorado Charley's eye
brows elevated automatically, which
was always a sure indication that
he had struck a lead worth fol-
lowing. For two weeks he had
been living in luxury at the New
Biltmore, in the hope of working
an deliberately conceived real estate
swindle on a local bank. However,
while he had by no ean aban-
doned this enterprise, he had been
disturbed Of late by an apprehen-
sion common to all predatory AMI
: mails. He believed that he was
being watched by a plain clothes
mar who haunted the hotel lobby
and read the same newspaper too
long and too thoroughly.
It would be well, therefore. Col
RADIO Charley concluded, in view Of
his rapidly disappearing fund Of
ready money, to branch out In some
other line of endeavor-one that
promised speedy action and equally
speedy returns. In the recently
created millionaire cigar clerk and
pool-room manager of Pilarcitos he
saw a golden prospect and acted i'm
m~ediately.
In response to a telephone mes
sage there appeared at his suite
within the hour the companion of
Colorado C%harley's lighter moments
"a gorgeous brunette female of
perhaps twenty-five summers.
swell. old thing?" she queried.
Her voice. low and sweet, filled
the room like a chord from a VIC
ioncello..
There's game afoot, Mae" the
mar answered in DuSlneSSllke tones,
and handed her the Los Angeles
Record with a well-manicured
thumb nail indicating the boxed
story.
The woman read 1t and smiled
lazily. HE hasn't got the million
yet, Carlo, darling" she reminded
him. "Why waste your little girl
friends fragrance on the desert
air."
According to this press story
he's going to get 1t. and when he
does wen take it away from him.
Nothing could be simpler, Mae. AS
the proposition unfolds itself to me,
your Job is to go up to Pilarcitos to-
morrow. You will call upon Elmer
Clarke at his home, introduce your