Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-20
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sight, Mr.. Colwell?"
"Not a minute" He found the
card blank except for the number
penned on it. He tucked it into al
vest pocket. Suppose l call you
once or twice daily, according to-
developments? And where do you
think I might find MIR. Mcdonald
to start?"
She consulted a jeweled wrist
watch. "He often lunches at the
Waverly Club on Reed Street. It's!
about time now. And you'll phone
me full details? Goodbye, Mr..
Graber." She offered her small hand
to Otto. II hope you have a lovely
hunting trip. l hope you shoot lots
of-caribou, is it? And Pm depend
ing on your handsome detective.
for you charged me a d~isgraceful
sum, Mr.. Graber!"
costs money to employ che best
operatives in town." he returned
the stock excuse Good day."
Smingly, Graber ushered her out.
As he closed the door his face
changed and he waddled back to
his chair glowering. "You got
nerve What do you think hat
humidor is, a grab bag?"
mighty good cigar, Otto.
What's her game anyhow"
Game? She amt got a game.
Afraid her husband'll get killed,
amt that plenty? What you gotta
do is keep him from gettin' killed
and find out who the guy is" He
hot Colwell a look. "What makes
you think she's got a game? Your
hired to trail Mac and that's
enough"
"All right. So you're off to hunt
for two weeks?"
yeah, right now. l better hike.
You handle Mrs. Mcdonald care
full, see? I'd have you report to Vael
while I'm gone, but what good is
that dumb cluck? A swell partner
for a man to have!" the detective
chief complained.
"Swell locker, amt she:?" he ask
ed in sudden appreciation, and
nudged Colwell. "Well, l gotta beat
it. Ewing, Pennsylvania. See that
in the News about me? 1t said
sportsman and aviation-uh, bug
Well, I am a pilot, amt l? Yeah,
that's righr-you read it. Well, SO
long Dan, see you in two weeks.
rll bring you back a ring-tail ba-
boon Or something.
"And say" he called after COL
we'll. 'I'm lockin' this humidor.
see? Don't you snitch none of my
fifty cent smokes while Pm gone!"
Leaving the office, Dan pressed
an elevator button and stood wait
ing. Swell plan Graber's got," he
muttered to himself. He pursued
his lips for a whistle that did not
come. "Mrs. McDunaid's a sly one!
I'll need to watch my P's and Q's.
This thing has got to be handled
with gloves. But" He hummed
briefly. "There's . chance for big
results"
Fifteen minutes later he entered
the Waverly bar, a part of the no.
%torious Waverly Club, a night ex-
element place in an adjoining hall.
The bar was a long, ornate room
done in the modern manner of silv-
er and black and straight lines.
Tables scattered about were for the
most part occupied by sporty look
ing men at lunch. The meal, he
noticed passing a menu, was a dol
lar and a quarter, He was on ex-
penses but there might not be-
time to consume a whole lunch.
Colwell went to the end of the bar
and ordered beer.
Mcdonald was not here yet. Dan
knew the fellow by sight, a small
man of forty with pince-nez blasses!
and white, bony hands. He had
watched Mcdonald extract more
than one rascal from the tolls of
the law, waving his bony hands and
throwing his timborous, persuasive
voice around the courtroom. Nc
Donald was the kind always skat-
ing on thin ice, b>.eiy evading dis
barment proceedings and contempt
citation. He might be mixed up in