The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-11-16
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was running up the steps as she
started down
Hello. there!" he greeted, cor
daily. What are you doing
here 80
Just looking around" she an
swered evasively.
Unties Sketch
''None Of that" he warned, with
a laugh. What's that under your
arm" He reached out his hand
and she found herself handing him
the paper wrapped sketch. He
united the string and opened it,
and glanced at the drawing.
'Whew. Did you do this ?"
She admitted she had.
Say. you are an artist, after
all This is swell But who is it,"
That's what I'd like to know
she answered Il was trying to
have him identified upstairs. but
they wouldn't listen to me. / think
he's a burglar"
Come with me. I throw a little
weight around here. Maybe l can
help"
Lands took her arm and led her
up the steps and along a corridor.
Before door bearing the name,
Aloysius o'Shaughnessy, Captain
of Detectives. he paused momen-
tarily, and then turned the knob
and walked in, the girl behind
him.
Outer Office
She waited in an outer office
for a few minutes until he re-
appeared, proudly waving slip of
paper.
Here's our permission, he said.
Come on"
They returned to the identifica-
ton bureau where Brooks paper
proved an open sesame, and the
sergeant who had so fatty refused
to have anything to do with Jill,
was helpfulness itself.
ANY particular class of GRIM
inal you're looking for, Mr.. Lam
dis ?" he inquired. Brock looked
at the girl.
Maybe we'd better try the
burglars" she suggested.
The sergeant brought out huge
file of cards, all bearing front
and profile views of criminals and
suspects, with their written rec
ords attached. In the lower left
hand corner on most of the cards,
too, were the fingerprints of the
men.
Funny thing" Brock joked,
that they're all men,"
What's funny about it," Jill
demanded.
Some women I've heard of are
pretty good at taking things, too.
For instance train compartments"
jill Flushed
Jill flushed, and then Joined in
his laughter.
She wondered II he would have
laughed so heartily If he knew
what she had been doing, getting
into the Fenwick home by false
pretenses-searching for a hidden
treasure. Maybe he would class
ner as a burglar, too.
1t took them nearly two hours
to go through the file of burglars
and sneak thieves, and at last Jill
gave up.
THE man I'm looking for isn't
here" she admitted. II must have
made a mistake"
On Duty.
TOO bad" Lands said. But
say, how does it happen you're
here, anyway? thought you were
working at, at Fenwicks'. Shouldn't
you be, er. on duty"
I'm not there any more. I
quit"
Good. Then maybe we can
nave dinner and you can tell me
all about this mysterious business.
I've been dying to find out what
you were doing out there. you OBJ
viously aren't servant maid"
did do so badly ~ she de-
manded, pretending to pout.
Invitation
mo, fine. but anyway, how
about dinner tonight? At the ho-
tel"
She agreed to meet him, and
decided that when she did she'd
tell him exactly what she was
doing in Rawlton, why she had
come there, and what a terrible
failure she'd made of everything.
I've got to trust someone" she
told herself, land I must have
help. If Brock fails me, why"
She didn't dare to think Of what
that would mean.
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