Evening Star Newspaper, April 23, 1929, Page 22

THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON. D. C. TUESDAY. APRIL 23. 1 THE WOLVES OF THE WATERFRONT FoSEES the taller man. “She just flew at me. (Copyright, 1920, by North American Newspaper Alllance and Metropolitan Newspaper Service.) i never seen the woman before.” peered at the newcomer. He sald something under his breatl n g‘ the policeman, but the officer shook head, “Can’t be done, sir,” he said. And then another person appeared in the little drama. A stout, red-faced man pushed -his way through the | Al crowd. The hfl;llcemln knew him, for he touched helmet. “Good evening, Lord Siniford,” ‘'What's the trouble, eh? BEit of a scrap: The woman, held men, suddenly s e h 3 ‘The policeman took her arm and be- % 'Tommy!” she breathed. “You re gn to fush her through the crowd. 'member Anna, Tommy? . .. I used to rd Siniford stared after her, oblivious gieve you gv::kes, Tommy. You remem- |of the curlous glances that were turned ;leAnnn;:éd e ;Lg:ndl;:;lm. ;l;hen‘ with n}:)gh, he fol- b r. . G e policemen and their pris . ‘Good heavens!” he croaked. “Why, {'Ha face had lost some of its colo;o:;x‘:‘l .o A . . e was obviously disturbed. .. Bh? What's that?” . (To be Continued.) Let her go. I think she's drunk.” “I'm - sober—you know * I'm sober, Starcy. That's your name—Starcy!” She struggled violently in the grip of the two policemen, “I'm afrald you'll have to charge her, sir,” said the officer who had been first on the spot. The man who had been assaulted would have made his escape, but now it was impossible. “I shan't prosecute. Here's my card. ot By Edgar Wallaces the two police- fred " forwara. AN INGREDIENT TO CONJURE WITH . o st Makes your best Hear this famous Metaphysician breakfast better.. and Analyst! i i pread on toast, for drop 2 Free Lectures eggs. Mixed in with scrambled Tonight eggs. Or spread on an ome- The Power That Puts N You Ov makes any ham-and-egg dish Wed., A a5 e taste like a million dollars! itfoitins ok ZL‘.—W';'”.";" s‘l":."l"u:i It's Just fine ham and choice Science and Get What You Want. ey “ETEP BACK TO THE WALL.” SAID ONE OF THE MEN, AND JOHN WADE AND THE SERGEANT OBEYED. Synovsis of Preceding Instaliment. Inspector John Wade of the London police. while ‘trsing to run down a_ gang crooks known the india rubber men, sees Lila Smith. a slavey in a lodg-~ ing ‘house, gorgeously dressed and in the company of an_elderly man. He tracks her to a house where she doffs her finery and resumes her Cinderella role. After she has left three men. two of whom are Chinese. nter. (Continued From Yesterday's Star.) _ THIRD' INSTALLMENT. ATE that night, after finding the murdered Chinaman, John Wade reported to his chief. “We found in his blouse about six ounces of platinum setting, and I think, from the style, that the stuff is part of the haul in that jewel robbery,” he said. “I've had the victim's fingerprints taken, and I had the big man in the Chinese colony down to look at him, but he hasn't been recognized,” sald the chief. It was past midnight when Wade arrived at the Mecca, and this time he was not alone. He found Golly in the serving room, smoking. “‘Mum's’ in bed, I suppose?” sald ‘Wade. “She's been out tonight.” “I know she's been out,” said Wade shortly. “That's why I want to see her.” “What's the idea®” she asked sharp- 1y, when Golly summoned her. “For the moment,” said Wade, “the idea is murder, and it's a pretty bad idea.” 9'?Vlurder?" she said incredulously. “A Chinaman was murdered tonight by men, who, previous to the murder, | his posses were in a small house in Langras road, where you had been, earlier in the eve- ing, with Lila.” i S‘}‘]e was startled, b:chllmost instant-~ she came back with her excuse. ]y"That‘s right. I was in the house in Langras road tonight. It belongs to my sister-in-law: we've been trying to rent it for years.” “You took Lila there?” “Did I say,I didn’t?” she asked sour- 1y. “I took her there to change her things. She was meeting her—her father. Do you want to know who he is, Mr, Busy? If you do, you're going to be disappointed.” John Wade's eyes narrowed. “Be civil, Mrs. Oaks, unless you want to be implicated in this murder. He saw the fury in the woman's eyes, but her voice was meekness itself. “I'm sorry, Mr. Wade, but naturally I'm upset. Where was he killed—in the house?” “Did you know Chinamen used that lace?” asked Wade. s She shook her head emphatically. “I never knew anybody used it, ex- cept me. I go there every !ew"monlhl to tidy it up—me and Lila go.’ “Who is Lila’s father?” I can't tell you. Lila doesn't know he's her father. She thinks that he’s just & friend. He pays for Lila's keep, and, when he’s in England, he sends me the money to dress her up, so that he can take her out to dinner.” “Is he English?” “American.” The answer came a little too quickly. “He lives on Long Island or in New York or somewhere. And I've never seen Chinamen in the house, Mr. Wade —T'11 swear it. If they were there to- night, I don't known about them— Chinamen frighten me; anyway. You're not going to upset the child by cross-examining her? She's only just gone to bed.” “How many sets of keys are there to the house in Langras road?” She considered. “T've only seen one set.” ‘Do you keep it all the time?” She nodded. : “Do y:.u know anybody who had an- ‘Has ‘Mr. Brown’ a key?” She was startled when he used the name by which the old man was known her. “So far as I know, he hasn't a key, and I don’t see why he should have. T've never told him about the house in Langras road.” John Wade thought a moment. “Give me the keys you have,” he said. She searched a bag and produced a ring. from which one key dangled. John Wade eyed her steadily. “And the key of the cupboard.” For a fraction of a second he saw alarm in her eyes. “Cuphoard? ~Which cupboard?” “There’s & cupboard in the bedroom, where Lila changed.” She shook her head. s “I don't know anything about it. ‘That's the only key I have.” Wade smiled. “Now give me the name of Lila’s father.” “I can't give it to you,” said the woman deflantly. “You know as much as I do——. He's a Mr. Brown, Just where he lives I don't know. I usu- ally get a telegram from him.” “And he doesn’t know the house in Langras road, you say?” said Wade quietly. “Where does he meet Lila?” “A car comes for her, and I take her as far as St. Paul's churchyard, if you wlnt,‘w know; then I get out, and he gets in.” “Yet he brought the girl back to Langras road,” persisted Wade. But she insisted that the mysterious l:]n Brown had never been inside the villa. John Wade drove back to the house of m}'sterg n'l';:i "'“fh’b;.d rét t.homuhlyd He fount e cuj open an Lila's clothies had been thrown the_ floor, ’ When he returned to his office, the sergeant showed him a scrap of paper, on which were Chinese characters. It had been found on ‘the body of the} murdered man. ; “We've had it transiated,” ‘said “It’s just directions for find- statlon.” ‘Wade frowned. “He was coming here, and In- tercepted him. I wondered if that was “HOLD UP YOUR HANDS, PLEASE.” “Was he putting up a squeak?” asked the sergeant. “It almost looks like it.” Qn the desk were trinkets found in the murdered Chinaman’s blouse. Among them was a man’s gold signet- ring. There was a half-obliterated crest on the flat seal—a temple, before which was ‘a figure in classic robes. On the inside, faintly traced, were the words : “Lil to Larry.” ‘Wade and the sergeant were exam- ining the ring when a shadow fell across the doorway, “Don't move, either of you!” sald a muffled voice, Two men leaped into the room. They were dressed in overalls; their faces were concealed by rubber masks, and they wore rubber gloves. As they advanced they covered the police offi- cers with automatics. “Step back to the wall,” sald one of the men, and John Wade and the ser- geant obeyed. “Hold up your hands, please.” The other man approached the desk, something, and backed toward the| door. His companion followed him. In & moment they were out of the room, | and the door was locked. Wade rushed | to the window and gave the alarm.| | Meanwhile, the men, having removed‘ their masks and gloves in the hall | quietly made their way to the street| and entered a car that was soon lost | in the traffic. | When Wade went back to his office | he saw that the gold signet-ring had disappeared. What did this mean® How did the Chinaman come to have in ssion an article that was so | important to the india rubber men | that they would resort to such desperate measures to obtain it? | The next morning the police brought | in & number of suspects for examina- | tion. Among them were several Chinese. ‘The river-front area, the Chinese lodg- ing houses, and the dens where certain | Orlentals congregated were raided, but | no information of any value was| obtained. “Mum” Oaks had paid two visits to Scotland Yard, and had been interro- gated, but she could not, or would not, explain the mystery. On _her second visit Wade accom- panied her down the stone stairs intc | New Scotland Yard. “Angel,” he sald, “you are doing a very silly thing. Why the dickens don': | you tell all you know?” “What do you want me to tell you?" | she demanded. “What do you think I know?” Golly, who had been waiting outside, eu!"l; timidly toward 'lzzr “My poor, persecuf began, ‘wife—" he 'You shut up!” she snapped. “Have you anything more to say to me?” she added, turning to Wade, “Nothing, child,” said Wade, “except that, when I do get the india rubber men—" “The india rubber men!” she sneerd. “A fat lot you'll do with them. Didn't they come into the police station and pinch & ring—" She had sald too much. Her lips closed like a trap, but Wade pounced upon her. peered down at the trinkets, selected | “How did you know that, Mrs. Oaks?” His voice was silky. “Who's been tell- ing you about thai ring?” She did not answer, “Nobody knows but four people: I am one of them, Sergt. Crewe is one. ‘The other two are the gentlemen who made the call.” “It’s all over London,” she blustered. “You don't suppose fellows would do a | thing like that without telling the world, do_you?” She expected to be held for further cross-examination, but, to her surprise and rellef, he waved her away. “Pass along,” he said good humoredly. And then, as a parting shot: “Remember me to your friend of the wardrobe.” By a pecullar combination of cir- cumstances, Inspector Wade met this person within 24 hours. What the police called the Hay- market incident occurred about 10 o'clock that night. This is the hour when the West End s more or less quiet. The theaters are crowded; wailing cars stand in rows along back streets; and the traffic in Piccadilly Circus is very light. Later, when the theaters close, the streets are crowded, but at 10 o'clock they are a paradise for the timid motorist. Two men walked down the Hay- market at a leisurely pace and turned toward St. James Square. They were talking as they sauntered along, and apparently did not notice the woman who stood on the corner. A policeman, who was walking in the same direction and following them, saw the woman suddenly dart forward to one of them and grip him by the coat. The officer saw the scuffle, heard the shrill volce of the man’s assallant, and, running forward, pulledl the woman a “I know you!” she screamed. By this time, two other officers were running toward the scene, and a crowd had gathered._ afternoon next. and seductive black. the garments . . . 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