Evening star., 1932-01-31

steep street, ending in the woods that skirted
the Heights, the wagon stopped. The police
got out with flashlights. 1t a remote spot
the shack stood in what had once been weedy
truck garden.
The police, under orders Of the inspector
made short work of paddock. The interior
of the shack shabby Cooking utensils
we're hanging, meticulouSly on nails, stove on
one side, cupboard at another wall and a
queer, long box, cofinlike bed Reggie and
the inspector searched around in the cup
board, in the empty stove, in jars and crooks.
They tried to lift the bed. 1t was immovable,
and, when they looked, they found way in
which it could be secured to the floor. 1t
seemed to be just too heavy for them. They
strained at it but could not bulge it. Then,
like a flash:
Don't move the bed. Please don't move the
bed. That quavering humble of the man,
dying on the hospital cot at Planeport, was in
Reggie's ears.
Could there be any connection between this
outrageous dvan and the unconscious fear that
racked the delirious brain of the number?
They had tossed the rumpled bedclothing
aside and were tearing the top off of what
looked like great rough box
1t came away with ripping crash.
The box was filled with big stones Nothing
else, The inspector swore and Reggie grinned
at him. Then, like the sudden glow in q signal
bulb, that flashes for a moment and fades
Reggie heard again the humble:
Don't move the bed. Please don't move the
bed"
Let's take the rocks out and see what's
under it," he suggested
So they lightened its weight and then pulled
the coffinlikc box TO side. There were
shoVels against the wall, outside the shack
and the two policemen began to dig. They
uncovered another box and under the lid of
this leather pouch, resting top of a tumble
OF jars, jugs, crooks old cash boxes and tin
cans. In all of them were rolls of money.
Some contained silver and few had gold coins.
Rainbow gold!
Reggie had opened the leather pouch and
was fumbling with a very old creased paper
when Ambrose came shouting to the door from
his car and the cops let him in, just the
inspector had emptied lot of money from
box and begun to count it.
What's this? Capt Kidd's treasure un-
earthed he roared.
This paper will explain it." said Reggie
handing him the folded old document. The
lawyer looked at it for a full minute.
This is will" he roared again. And by
tippity It's witnessed by you, Reggie. How
Gomez" ala
This may sound like fairy story, but any,
thing can happen to reporter. When 1 was a
cub l was sent to a banquet and, after I had
my story in, went back to the feast and con-
tlnued the motion until the early hours. Three
OF us Went~to the South Side and landed in a
saloon, Just before saloons closed forever. While
we were drinking in came a shabby fellow
peddling mint and other green's in punches
He was well known as Old Mint all over town
and was a character. We bought him drinks
and he became Weepy. Finding I was re-
porter and, therefore, as he thought writer
and educated, he wanted me to write his will
We were at the stage where anything was
Joke to US and I wrote his will and signed it
as a witness. Old Mint was at the stage
where he told us the story of his life In this
will he left all he had, and at the time I
didn't think he had anything to Kate Clancy
and the daughter Of Patrick Clancy and Cath
crime FTeyVogel old Mint claimed that this