Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1935-05-02
CHAPTER VIII-Continued
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CHAPTER VIII-Continued
Santa Claus has been good to you
two, hasn't he? Well, are you both
willing to go back to your regular jobs
now"
Flynn threw the money or the
chiefs desk. "NVe swOre an oath" he
began, but Mcnamara cut him short.
$50 have II" he reminded Flynn
fiercely.
"We know every move you've made
In this case" Flynn shouted.
"And | knew every move you were
going to make before you made it."
Angelloti tucked his present in his
pocket. "Come on. Flynn" he urged.
~ can't be called off for money"
Flynn persisted stubbornly.
Dan Mcnamara swept the money on
his desk into the drawer. "The widows
and orphans Of the P0licemen's Benev-
client and Protective association will
be glad to get this. On your way-you
and your oath"
Flynn sighed deeply and went out.
Fifteen minutes later he came back
and said humbly "Chief, I've changed
my mind"
Alas! Mcnamara was Irish, too. He
glanced at the clock. You're fifteen
minutes late, so I'll fine you W o hun
bred and fifty dollars for hardness and
impudence and d~isloyalty and house
breaking"
all get you for this, Mcnamara"
81 don't think so. My advice to you,
Pat Flynn, would be to quit monkeying
with INT. I've known detective-ser-
geants to be taken for a ride"
Threatening me, eh?"
mot at all. | wouldn't harm a hair
Of your red head-and by the way, red
hair in the Irish Is a sign that they
breed back to the Danes and Swedes.
A pure-bred Irishman would know
enough to lay off a girl with powerful
and implacable friends. All you were
after was a hundred and twenty-five
dollars-half the state reward for re-
capturing that girl-and when she
sends you double that you're not sport
enough to meet her halfway"
IL took an OATH" Flynn mumbled.
"You should have taken a physic."
swell, I did take an emetic. Chief
I'll never forgive you those tear and
stink bombs"
"Well, you Swallowed my house and
entered it unlawfully."
"Well | found a lipstick-"
belonged to the nurse | had look
ing after a sick friend of mine," the
chief lied glibly.
But Flynn only grinned ferociously.
~ found stained bandages, too"
"Well, the pot can't get nowhere by
calling the kettle black" Mcnamara
decided. Clear out"
"Give me the money and I'll lay off"
But Dan Mcnamara shook his head.
81 know your kind, Pat. There's no
sense wasting good money on you be-
cause you won't stay bought. Clear
out, | tell you"
SO Flynn cleared out, carrying with
him infinitely more respect for his
chief than he had heretofore enter
tanned. Well. some day he'd collect
heavy interest on that two hundred
and fifty dollars.
The last patient had left Stephen
Burt's office for the day and the ever
watchful Lanny had locked the office
door.
"Tired, Stevle?" she queried anxious
iy. as he loaded his pipe.
mo, of course not" he replied alb
ruptly. "What have I done to be tired?'
swell, you had another session with
that terrible Mrs. Merton"
"She doesn't weary me any more.
She merely excites my sympathy. Still
sleepless, of course. and still bothered
about her poor devil Of a husband.
She's had detectives on his trail for a
month. They've cost her ten dollars
a day each and they haven't discovered
anything to Merton's discredit."
Its about time for Mrs. Merton to
commence hearing voices Of Sorts
Lanny commented dryly. "Highball,
StevieT"
"Yes, thank you, Lanny," he said,
and deluged Lanny with his sunny
smile. "Yes, Mrs. Merton is hearing
voices. Her first husband who is dead
keeps whispering through space to her,
He's trying to tell her how sorry he
Is. ! understand he made a dirty will"
HE would-if he had any common
sense. What a poor. beaten devil Mer-
ten Isl He hasn't the courage Of 9
mouse"