The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-08-15

Cd1l SOLue SORT OF Iuces " you
want to. !"
Mind you, r'm not changing my
-er-Original opinion Of you. ]
still think you've behaved afro
ciously. But you seem to have set
your heart on this party and ]
don't want to spoil 1t for YOU"
"You spoil it," said Tacks in.
credulously. 'sWhy, you'll make
the evening. If it comes to that.
I've had a'swell time already.
The ghost of smile played
about Packy's lips. So he called
setting off q mock-fire n e night
club. getting his face slapped and
kidnapping q girl in q junked ann
bulance a swell time, did hcf Well.
some people had strange notions
of amusement.
How do you think up all YOUR
cute little ideas?" she asked.
| 81 don't know" said Tacks mod
estly. u guess It's the gypsy in
me-"
Short Conference
lCALTAlR Acres, the magnificent
~ estate of Mr.. Richard Grafton
bury Adams, tycoon in petroleum
and uncle to Jonathan Harland. is
situated in a charming section of
Long Island some two hours dis
tant from New York. The house Is
a long. low. rambling affair Of
white-w sshed brick. groaning UNI
der English ivy and notable for
a multitude Of chimneys and
wrought iron balconies. II faces
the Sound over q wide expanse of
sloping green lawn at the left of
which a formal garden distills per-
fume by day and night. Thenap-
proaeh to the house from the main
road Is, therefore, at its rear And
the driveway that leads It. ittfroffi
the public highway begins at two
great iron gates and runs twist
ingly for some three hundred
yards through parkland inhab-
tied by stately trees.
Into this driveway Van Hark-
ness's Isotta. Frachini turned
without hesitation. A moment later
the car containing the Chiseler
and Ape Coletti arrived. Mr. Co
letti. supervised caustically by the
Chiseler during the entire route,
had done remarkable job of trail
ing. Never once had he lost sight Of
the ISotta. As result. his blood
was up and the thrill of the chase
was upon him.
Gee" he said now. ii. an awed
whisper. perceiving the majesty Of
the ron gates. .who lives in dis
Joint. de Mayor of Lof.g Island?"
Receiving no reply. he started
to turn the car in al the driveway.
But with an oath the Chiseler
grabbed the wheel and twisted the
vehicle back on the main road.
; Fool" said the Chiseler. "Did
you expect to drive UP to the
hcuse?"
"You toll me to folly dat car"
Ccletti said aggrievedly.
The Chiseler considered this UNI
worthy of retort.
Turn around as soon as you
can" he commanded. 'T len go
back past those gates and park in
the nearest field
Even the Ape could carry out
such concise orders. When he had
parked to the Chiseler's satiSfac-
ton, they crossed the road and
stole silently into the preserves Of
Saltair Acres.
Beneath a giant oak tree the
/ ChiSeler called a halt.
''Now. Coletti." he said, 'you
stay here. I'm going 20 recon-
noitre."
He slid through the shadows like
some kind of profound ghost and,
after inspecting the grounds for
some little time. took up position
behind q large bush. From this
vantage point he could see who
ever went into or came out of the
house via the driveway entrance.
For five minutes he waited in the
Silly night. Then his quick ear
caught the sound of q door open-
ing softly. He peered cautiously
around the bush. Miss Dorothy
South was slipping quietly down
the steps.
/ At the foot Of them she looked
around quickly, then sped across
the lawn toward the pafkland Her
course was but thirty feet or so
to the starboard Of the Chiseler's
refuge and that dignitary hailed
her with the utmost circurnspec-
ton.
''Hsstl" he said sibilantly. like
an intellectual serpent.
Miss South veered toward the
bush.
aAh, Chiseler," she said, BEAM
ing upon him. $50 you made It.
Nice work.
The Chiseler waved his hand as
II dismissing q trifie.
"A simple matter" ho said.
Come back TO where left Co.
lett. We must have q short COM
ference"
Short Is right. big boy. I'm sup
posed TO be aloft powdering my
tip-tilted nose"
I'VE won't be long" said the
Chiseler. He took her arm and
guided her to the spot where Co
lett stood scoxling beneath the
oak tree like the village black.
smith in a felt hat.
Now. Dorothy" said the CHS
eler, whats the layout like IN
slider"
"Chiseler," said Miss South enc
Enthusiastically, ..you wouldn't be-
lieve it There're Origr1tals to set
the whole Of Armenia up in busi-
ness. The place is absolutely over
run with swell furniture and
paintings. And as wag passing
the dining groom ] lamped cam
delabra
NO, no. the Chiseler inter.
rupted impatiently. Il don't care
about all that rubbish. Have Won