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EVERETT TRUE— “By CONDO You JUST DROP IT me R Sramuay : 1 DON' sean A eagrr tens yup ameeeei iil: 1, UTI. REALRE THAT ISOMEONE MIGHT TRIP (Camtineed Frem Yesterday) Bending forward, the little man - returned the trinket tn examined the gilt clock on the man ane desk “Twenty oe poet 4.” he announced. “I give you ten Minutes to find some one to make a charge against me—Shaynon, Mrs. What's-her-name, or either of your selves, if you like the job. “If you 2} fail to produce a complainant by half-past 4 precivety, out of here I go—and I'm sorry for the tries to stop me. The detective took croas ed his legs, and produced a r which he began to trim with The manager, anxiously pacing the floor, after another moment or Paused at the door, fidweted. jerked it Open, and with a muffled “Par don!’ dixappeared—presumably in search of Shay Striking a match, the detective puffed his cigar aglow. Over its tip his small eyes twinkied at P. Bybar ite. “Maybe you're a gentleman crook and maybe not he returned with fine impartiality. “But you're all there, son, with the tongue action Damn ‘f I know yet what to think.” ‘SNedeenss™ Shaynen interposed “Mrs. Strone’s not that man wh a chair Sybarite told him, coolly, “this is your cue to squat on your haunches, scratch your left ear with your hind leg, and gaze up into my face with -|an intelligent expression in your great brown eyes.” “Tl do better'n that.” chuckled the man. “Have a cigar.” “Thank you,” said P. Sybarite, po- Utely, accepting the peace offering. |All I need now is a match: I ac- | knowledge the habit.” The match sdpplied, he amoked in silence. Four minutes passed, by the clock -| no sign of the manager, Shaynon or Mrs. Strone. “Story?” the detective suggested af length. “Plant,” retorted P. Sybarite as ternely. “You mean he salted your” @ “In the elevator, of course.” .| “It come to me, that was the way | of it when he sprung that bunk stuff about you coarsely loading said loot jin your coat-tail,” admitted the de |tective. “That didn’t sound sensible, even if you did have @ skirt to fuss charge.” “You're one grand little lightning. “Well, if that's your trouble.” P.| | ohange-of-heart artist—gotta slip it to you for that.” the detective ob. served, truculently, “No, lis'n: I @on't make no charge—" “Any employe of the establish- ment will do as well for my pur- pose,” P. Sybarite cut in. “Come, Mr. Manager! How about you? Mr. Shaynon declines; your detectives has ne stomach for the job. Suppose you into a cab, The ordinary vest-pocket jof commerce would've have kept it Just as close, besides being more nat ural—easy to get at. Then the guy was too careful to tip me off not to pinch you until the lady had went- didn't want her name dragged into | it. A fellow in my job's gotta have a lot of imagination,” he con pevieve Me Ir Por |e) wei AM AWFUL CRIMP IN hand THE SEATTLE STAR—TUESDAY, JUNE 24, 1919. . PAGE 11 DOINGS OF THE DUFFS— WELL IT CosT Exoven Alp wwent You Aop Wwe LUKURN TAX To t= , 1m JUST Atov'r pusrrp~ ALLOWAN: r WEDLOCKED DON’T FORGET ) TONIGHT, PAL — “gET IF oTTo nuTO met with A 1S FT FLORIDA ALLIGATOR {T WOULD STOP Him’: pusageTn 8 yore! ono end rs nie ~e Wr y 4 from the oulders of I # he bolted unhindered thru the Fifth ave. door CHAPTER Id ' Nemenis ‘ | “Delt Miockhead Im bec ile t Numekull! Ane Simpleton Loon The wiped his 1 hi air of carty morning the blistering epithets from as he fled like a madman jown Fifth at every stride wringing from the depths of an em bittered bosom new and more viru lent terms of vituperation with which to characterize his infatuated stupid ity—-and finding one and all far too mild. In stmple truth, the king's English lacked invective poisonous enough to do justice to his self.con tempt Deliberately had he permitted him: self to be duped, circumvented, over reached. He had held in his hand| | @ tangible clue to that mystery which had #0 perplexed him—and had ab ave | Tom Tells Helen a Few Things! By ALLMAN MNO STARTED This LUAURY “TAK BUSINESS ANY WAY Tom? iT husT De A NeW iDEA You meat since Tue } DEGIMNING OF — You seem To ENJON Bens Busieo Vp SAN CIWIL ZATION? | Mead W% SAY THAT a yr woceee Gaee LuxuRY TAX TeO THE DA A MAN GETS Y Marrieo he HAs A IT STARTED Wem hee FoR. "The. REST OF aaa ’ ] Wis Wee . aes ~ AN ALLIGATOR — OW wELL, ALL (M TWE DAYS WORK Even the. Truth Doesn't Go Any More. IVE USED UP ALL TH’ EXCUSES | EVER KNEW To GIT OUT AT NIGHT- I'LL HANE TO BE ORIGINAL TO JIMMIE JoHS HOUSE T’NIGHT TO PLAY POKER } WOW. LOOKIT "TWAT MOUTH — GET WIS FAVORITE DISH IS BUTE SAWS —~ HAA Now- WELL BE AS TIM AD A @ARDINE IN A SECOND. DONT CRY LIL ALLIGATOR P “Dont cay - YoulL SE A “TRAVELLING BAG BvE pu’ BYE J private stables to the lowlier degree of quarters for motor vehicles both public and private one building boasted the | poecnent ALL Of thes biasing electric ant NIGHT GARAG: Into this last P. Syburite pelted at the top of his speed and pulled up puffing, to stare nervously round « place gloomy, cavernous, and pun-| gent with fragrance of oil, rubber and gasoline. Here and there lonely electric bulbe made visible romnolent ranks of motor cara. Out of the shadows behind him, presently, came | ja yoice, drawling: You certainly do take on like you'd lost a powet of trouble.” P, Sybarite whirled around as !f| stung. The speaker occupied a chair Ulted back against the wall, his feet on the rungs, a ciguret xmouldering | between his lips in open contempt of the regulations of the fire depart ment and all other admonitions of or | dinary common sense. “What can I do for yout he re sumed, nothing about him stirring save eyes that twinkled as they trav lowed it to be filehed away before he | led from head to foot of the odd and | Ould recognize it and shape his | course accordingly Why had he never for an instant dreamed that the term “two-thirty” |could indicate anything but the hour jot some otherwise undesignated ap |pointment? Of course, it had ste nified the number of Martan’s car | riage check, * thirty, rolling off the modern tongue, l stripped to easefitiale—thanks to the telephone’s abbreviated influence—as. simply, “two-thirty”! | And he had held that check in his hand, had memorized its number and repeated it te rian, had heard it |bawled by the carriage porter, had |shouted it himself in reply: never for an instant thinking to connect it | with the elder Shaynon’s parting ad-| monition to the gang leader! 1 If he had ere thix entertained any | doubts whatever of the ugly grounds | |for his fears they were now resolved by recognition of Bayard's clumay ruse to keep him both out of the cab |and out of the way, while November | and his lieutenants executed their in : two hundred and | | establishment. striking Ogure P. Sybarite presented as Beelzebub, Knight Errant. | “Taxi! the litte man panted, vo | ciferously ‘The other yawned and stretched. | “It can't be done,” he admitted, fair. | ly. “They ain't no such animal on the premises.” y With a gesture P. Sybarite singled out the nearest car | “What's that?” he demanded, an-| wily. | Shading hin eyes, the man exam | ined it with growing wonder which presently found expression: “As I live, it's an autymobeel™ | “Damn your sense stormed P. Sybarite matter with that car?” “As man to man—nothing.” “Why can't I have it? “Ten dollars an hour—" “TM take it “But you asked for a tax!” grum. bied the man, rising to press a but ton, Whereupon a bell shrilled some where in the dark backward of the * he of humor™ “What's the “Deposit . This is the inexpensive _\ and attractive machine-made paper pack- age which is responsible for the low price of the LORD SALISBURY Turkish Cigarette. This is the expensive hand-made cardboard box which is re- sponsible for the high price of other brands of ‘Turkish cigarettes of our own manufacture as well as the manufacture of others, These are the 5 extra LORD SALISBURY cigarettes whieh you get because of the difference in the cost of the package. cluded, complacently. “That's why |famous commission. . . . | suggested, turning back I'm letting you get away with it in| And all that was now 10—15—20| P. Sybarite disbursed a gv this ufiprofessional manner minutes old! Marian’s car was gone;| ble eagle; and to the ope: who. “More human than in line with |and if it had not reached the Plaga, | roused by the bell, presently drifted the best literary precedent, eh?” |the girl was lost, irrevocably lost to|out of the shadows, gaping and rub take on the dirty work-—-kind per fF, mission of Bayard Shaynon, Es- | amire. I don't care, so long as I get _™y grounds for sult against the Bizarre.” fen dow q f “That's me, I seen he was sore when the dame turned him down, too, and started right off wondering if maybe it wasn't a jealousy plant. I seen this sorta thing happen be fore. Not that I biame him for feel ing cut up: that was one swell piece of goods you bundled into numba two-thirty.” P. Sybarite's cigar dropped unheed ed from his lips. “What! he cried. ‘The manager spread out expostu | latory palms. “Me? I have nossing | whatever to do with the matter,” he| 3 . “To me it would seem | Mrs. Strone should make the| “Well?” mumbied the detective of Shaynon. “How aboutcha?’ “Wait,” mumbled Shaynon, mov- Ing toward the door. “I'l! fetch Mra. “Don't go without saying good- bye.” P. Sybarite admonished him| The detective started geverely. “It isn't pretty manners,”| “Wasn't that the numba of the ‘The door slammed tempestuounly, | }@4y's fan—two-thirty?” and the little man chuckled with an| “Good God!” ejaculated P. Sybar affectation of ease to which he was |!t¢, Jumping up. entirely a stranger; ceaselessly his) “What'a hit you?" mind was engaged with the problem| “I'm going!’ the of this trumped-up charge of Shay. | POunced fiercely. non’s. |. “Your time allowance ain't expired Was simple jealousy and resent. | >Y several minutes—” ment, @ desire to “get even,” the; “TO hell with my time allowance! whole explanation? | Try to keep me, if you like!” Or was there something of an| ?. Sybarite strode excitedly to the uglier complexion at the bottom of “oor and jerked it open. The detec the affair? | tive followed him, puffing philovoph His head bummed with doubts and | ically. suspicions, and with misgivings on| There was no one in sight in the Marian’s behalf, but indifferentiy | hall. mitigated by the reflection that, at| “Looks Wke you got a fine show for Worst, the girl had escaped unhin-|4 clean getaway,” he observed cheer- @ered and alone in gier private car. fully between his teeth, “Your now whe ought to be safe at the|friend’s beaten it, the bows has — . jsases the responsibility, and you “He won't be back,” P. Sybarite| got me scared to death. Besides— observed generally to detective and | damn 'f I'm going to be the goat that Manager; and sat him down serenely, |#addies this hash-hut with a suit for “You feel pretty sure about that?’ | damages.” detective asked, His concluding words were ad- “Wait and nee.” dressed to the horizontal folda of the little man an 4 Ya the frantic little man with the twinkling red heels and scarlet breeches, sprinting so w.ldly down Fifth ave, in the dank, weird dusk that ran before the dawn of that April morning. | Fortunately he hadn't far to run else he would certainly have been waylaid or overhauled by some po liceman of inquiring turn of mind, anxious (in the way of duty) to learn | his reason for such extraordinary | haste. | An it waa, P. Sybarite managed to | make his goal in record time without | attracting the attention of more than half a dozen wayfarers; all of | whom gave him way and went their own with that complete indifference | so distinctly Manhattanesque, . . .| He had emerged from the res | |taurant building to find the street | |bare of any sort of hirable conv noe and himself in a fret too ex: | acting to consider walking to the) Plaza or taking a street car thither. | Nothing leas than a taxiaab—and that one with a mpeed-mad chauffeur And indeed, if there were a grain of truth in his suspicions, formierss tho in a measure they remained, he | had not an instant to lose, | But on the way to the Rizarre from | | Peter Kenny's rooms, some freak of | @ mind superficially preoccupied had | \caused him to remark, on the south wide of 43rd st., immediately east of Sixth ave., a long rank of buildings which an utilitarian age had hum bled from their once proud estate of | would satisfy his impatient humor. | bing his eyes, he promised a liberal | | tip for haste, | | (To be Continued.) | Good Made to your individual meas- ure. 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