The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-15

invoice proving that Mark Hop- kins' auto agency regularly bought a number of passenger car chassis from Detroit, which could not be accounted for in any of its ordi- nary business. He had discovered this factory, tucked away in an almost undiscoverable part of the waste lands on the fringe of the industrial district, guarded by an armed man who permitted no one to loiter near 1t. Now he had discovered that Hopkins himself came out here, late at night.
 And yet, he told himself. it might all mean nothing at all. There might be some perfectly proper explanation for 1t.
 "Ill tell Larry Glenn all about it." he decided, at last. Hell know what to do aboutsit."
 He began walking toward the front of the building, to find the cindered roadway that would take him back to Pulaski avenue, where his car was parked. And he thought SO hard about what he would tell the federal man that he forgot how much care he ought to exercise in putting his feet down on the crunchy gravel; and suddenly a harsh voice split the night with 8 rough Hey, you! Where you going?"
 Bobby froze in his tracks. Be- yond the fence he could just see the hulking figure of the watch man standing up and staring out at him. For one painful moment Bobby waited there; then, impul- sively, he broke into 8 wild run, needless of direction, seeking only to get as far away from the fac- tory in as short c time as possible.
 "Hey!" yelled the watchmen. "Stop or I'll drill youl" Bobby heard sharp report behind him; but if the bullet went past he never heard 1t.
 He did not know whether the watchman tried to pursue him or was satisfied with having put him to flight. He only knew that he ran and ran, up and down the wildly ridged and furrowed waste land, missing a sprained ankle in the dark and the treacherous foot ing only by miraculous good luck until at last he came out of the wasteland into the paved length of Pulaski road.
 Bobby staggered to a halt, and listened; although he was panting so hard that for a moment he could hear nothing else, he soon persuaded himself that he had outdistanced pursuit, if pursuit there was. He looked about to orient himself, concluded that he must go to the left to find his car, walked g few hundred yards along the lonely roadway - and, with a heart-throb of thankful ness, found it at last.
 By the time he got back to town he had regained both his breath and his composure. He re- turned the car to the place where he had rented 1t and took 6 street car to his rooms; there his first act was to call Larry Glenn. But Larry's phone did not answer. and Bobby was obliged, at last, to go ingloriously to bed with his excit- ing story untold.
 He went early to the sales agency the next morning, got out his demonstrator car, and an- nounced that he was going to give a prospect ride; then he drove downtown, parked, and went to the suite of offices occupied by the Department of Justice men.
 There. to his disappointment, he learned that Larry was out of town. with the date of his return uncertain. When Bobby hesitated, and mumbled that he had some important information, he was in- vited to an inner office where an agent named Frank Watson sat down with him and, in less time than Bobby would have thought possible, extracted all the facts - plus the invoice slip.
 Do you think it amounts to anything?" asked Bobby.
 Watson was noncommittal He murmured that they would inves- tigate. thanked Bobby for bring ing in the information. and prom ised to tell Larry what Bobby had done; presently Bobby was out