Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 27, 1922, Page 10

PAGE Deas. Triumphs oF M-Jonquelle by Metv7iE Davisson Post. We alates. THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE Begin Here Todsy. Mt. Jonquelle; greatest of French detectives, tells this story of the great criminal at bay—brought within grasp of the law by an fliness which paralyzed the lower. part of his body pnd finally seized by M, Jonquelle when a mysterious telephone message from a weman disclosed the crim inal’s hidir« place in a luxurious Eng antry house. - 28 tne cebatnal laughed cynically when Jonquelle arrived. The wees had telephoned at his direction. oe kpew he was about to dic and ~ wWinted to tell his storys. He bn 2 qnet thix girl in America, at Bar Har bor, and saw that the dissipated Eng man, Westridge, was trying to marry her for her money. taal's sense of dec y was © Go on With the Story. CHAPTER II. alia criminal great hands whole of his body he shook the t hands arms of the © his 5r =i “the thing begun to get my Boat. ° n the south, wat father, a lawyer in t “SY had only the old Bosto erantaxotine the talk among 4 grandmother (I heard th the women) and the coin Your little Eng! ea in form, every point correct, he was goin’ to get her. I seen it! = = His voice became cold, level like a metallic click 3 ; Poot little gentleman,” I eaid gettin hman play even just see if you do! where “Alibi Al’ sets in with a stack of blues.” “T got up, folded my newspaper. and took a turn up and down the ve as, though I was t 2 aie n I limped down my game leg, an’ the! to the fashionable church 3 from the Mbrary. , I stepped up inside the door. and his voice changed ust across He paused to its former note . You see I had to have a little his job. It hada big, loose en 5 went in and sat down in 7 pew. ie was dim and quiet and I got right down to bu didn’t run | any of the pray erbook I put the th right “Now. look here a ipless lit iness. 1 rtaln-raisers p to the hen T went out hat night I went over to se ttle Westridge ed to see me—didn “He was sury 4 never met me 1 understand it; hy the social line. ‘He was mighty formal, as you say, but he didn’t throw any stutter ing into Alfbi Al. I set down, just & if the place belonged to me, and i waved a hand at him. I said to my if, ‘You're a little piker; line up and what's coming to you.” But what I said out loud was this “carrots has got a little bunch 0: stuff that’s goin’ to be wiped out if it ain't covered.’ “That was her nickname among the youngsters because her blue-black hatr in thessun had a heavenly cop er glint.” Perio looked mixed up. “What, pre 1y, do you mean?” he says. “] aidn’t pay any attention to him I went on just as if he hadn't said a word. + “Women's got ro sense pusiness—she's agoin’ to lose ! ‘Lose what? he says. i ‘Rotten the way they bring girls up,’ I says, the same as if-he hadn't speke. ‘Here's this steel bunch beat ing the stuff down; her broker wires for somethin’ to cover it, an’ she sticks the telegram up against the lookin'-glass so she'll remember to write to him next week-—can you beat it?’ ; “I saw everything that was goin through him, same as if you'd rolled it out on the picture-reel. “The ‘old friend, no manners, darn the difference’ stuff, had hooked him. ‘And there were two other hooks; this girl had some property that he didn't know of, and the friends of the fam fly, like was a-coming to him cat me, about it. “He set up now pleasant as you ys; he hadn't ying under. near jumped. ‘Johnson! I said. son, Kansas City!’ “Quite so, Mr. Johnson,” he s: quick, same as you'd apologize, ‘there fs some business affair to discuss, 1 fauncy?” “He fell right in with the line of @ope mighty easy and comfortable You see ‘it was something like the sway they do things up in his country, ‘The old uncle or tife family lawyer calls on you, when ma thinks thet things are pretty well under- stood with the young people, and gits down to figgerin’. “It was near enough to my line to go across with* him. He knew that) the girl hadn't got any menfolk, #0/ an old friend of the family would fit} the form as a sort of next-of-kin,| as the law-books say.” The big man linked his fingers to- gether on the chairarm. | “As I was sayin’, he walked right| fn and miade himself at home with} the notion. He called her “Carrots' straight back at me; !t was, ‘Kiss her pap; she's our’n now,’ and be begun to grin. “He bounced up and got a box of; cigars and a little dish full of matches! *Alonzo John- and shoved them across the table. Ij Yook one,bit the end off, scratched the match on my foot, lighted it, and went ahead. “It's the butt ena of what she I says.'an’ it's tm the door.” |Girl in the Picture” will appear in| = ver “He knew all about dusiness, and he picked the things right out. . /{ “You mean,’ he says, ‘that her so- Uciter has invested her® fortune in| a stock on the margin and the mhar-| ket is declining?” “You go: it. I ‘only ane done it herself, on some tip from her swell friends.’ ‘How extraordinary! he piped; his voice got thin arhen it hit money. ‘Is it a legitimate stock.’ “‘Sure,’ I answered, ‘one of the six good ones.’ I didn't know how MAny g00% onees there was. “ "Why does {t decline?’ His voice went up like a singing-achool. “*The steel bunch are clubbing it!’} I says. | “He understood that, and began to around his little wx mus ‘Quite #0,’ he cheeped, ‘quite so."! Then he squared toward me . Mr. Johnson, with came some ‘the stuft’s! git it beat T «aye: red—they'll “Big Money!” I Gurgled It, Like a Man Choking on a Laugh. figger in another day's he ding was « I fauncy | e and blew a him. et $50,000 quick.’ He ducked ont of That’: y roney,” he I lolle n him t Dutch uncl money!’ -L gurgled ‘i choking ugh. ow how much Carrots has nging on it?! A “He didn't answer that; { knew he vouldn’t, { “Where, precisely. do > get this mon: he say! “I set up more calm-like at that “Well,” I ‘I thought maybe ve could raise it together.’ ‘He wanted that fake fortune s for him, so it would come along wit he girl, but he wanted somebody el: © carry the chance. “I knew it, and I smoked on him. { hung over the table and puffed ‘t n his face. He tried to duck out of t, and /I followed him around. It tone me good—I couldn't spit on the ittle tightwad, ‘ow, look here, Mr. Westrid ‘don't you git a wrong notion n your head; I'm not agoin’ to let you take any risk on this. I'm agoln © take the risk; there ain't none, in net: the stuff's got to bounce back.| un on a t'll go to the sky when the steel yunch get all they can grab of ft. But! whatever risk there may be,’ I sput-| tered it out on him, ‘is mine. I'll put up the backing. ou git me the noney by tomorrow at noon.’ vearly across the table, an’ wait for him to cut in with a.ques-} tlon, I took a big envelope out of my pocket and flashed the stuff on him. He came up with a chirp. — | “Rly word! he says, ‘where did you set thia” | “ ‘Well,’ I answered, ‘London's af big selling-point with us—you can't trade with the English anfi not take their stuff, can you. The Johnny whose name's on that stuf put it up, with me—same's I'm putting it up with you. There's fourteen of them. | Ain't they good for fifty thousand? | “He spread the certificates out on an’ the table and run his fingers over! them. It was old-fashioned love-| touch’ j “Oh!” his voice flickered up, ‘be- yond question.’ “‘Done!’ I says. ‘Keep it until I come back with your money—an’ get me the cash before noon tomorrow “Don't you want a memorandum?’ he. says. ‘I waved my hand, careless, like It was nothin’. ‘ “That's all right,’ I says; ‘T don't want any promises about that, that there is a thing that I do want a promise about.’ “I threw my cigar in: the fireplace | and set down “I want You to promise me that 41 won't ever say anything to Car- ts about this, nor .to anybody: it's] between us--she’s, a high-strung youngster,’ I added; ‘this thing's got| to be buried with us, no matter what} happens, Is it a trade?’ “We shook ‘hand on it and I got out. “Before 12 the next day he sent me a draft on New York for the money— an’ I'd won a lap.” The concluding installment of “The} y tomorrow's issue. 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