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‘ By Sir Basil Thomson. (Chief of the Yard Since 1913.) War Spies Who Posed as Salesmen. The words, “I write from 201,” in @ letter written in secret ink proved a successful clue to the arrest of Muller, A large proportion of detected spies were professional musicians. Thomson recognized the handwriting on Buschman's passport as that of Flores, a German spy instructor. CHAPTER IX. ARLY in 1915 the Germans be- gan to organize spy receiving of- fices in Holland. Usually they pretended to be legitimate commercial agencies. Sometimes one member of a not too pros- perous firm of commission agents would lend his of- fices for the pur- pose; sometimes a ‘business’ was opened in some room, where a few samples of cheap cigars and other goods were on view. Quite early in the year it tas discovered that some foreigner who could write fluent English was sending regular communications to one of these addresses in a simple ™ ink and it was evident that he pus or sort of person who would findtout something which might at any time be of great use to the enemy. Like all spies he was continually demanding money and it was hoped for #ome time that @ remittance from Holland would disclose his identity bdutiin the end the denouement came about in quite another way. A letter was intercepted in the Censorship whieh disclosed secret writing. It was not in the usual hand and the in- criminatory words satd that 'C’* had gone’ to Newcastle and that the writer was'sending the communication ‘from 201" instead. I remember very well the morning when this sentence was shown to me. Thes ark was Deptford. “201” might or might not be the number of a ise. We rang up Deptford Po- {Station and asked for a list of rects In their area which ran to twd hundred and one houses, There ‘was only one—Deptford High Street 4 the occupant of that house had Aa name, “Peter Hahn, Baker al fectioner.” No*one was more surprised than the stout! little baker when a taxi de- ie ate a number of police officers at his @oor. He proved to be a British subject and to have been resident in Deptford for sume years. While he ‘wab being put into the cab a search made of his premises, and in a room the police found a com- outfit tor secret wnting neatly away in a cardboard box. Rassian Visiter. When seated in my armchair Habn ‘Wap not at ali communicati He nothing of “C,” and furthe essed he refused to any questions, hut patient in- OUTSIDE THE BARS. LEASED to meet you," he said, His voice was husky ‘Nd banal choice of his phrase hel} to make his masquerade con- vi ing. » The girl greeted him with a inct hint of aloofness in her tone, ndescension which was kindly . and yet somehow contrived press it upen Tom Kane, escaped ict, that there was a vast differ- between him and such a convict Lawton, repressed a sudden, silly im- to laugh. After all, futitiy. To steer clear of women for "Yeats and yeurs only to lose his head he.just from the unjust! do,{t if it came to that. a iy. cot T get rid of this car. | Something to eat in”—— “Gouldn’t we do it for you, Lawton?" ith a sense of amazed disapproval. ‘The girl ‘stared. anxious to go back 80 soon. ‘Wight for the present. I'll and the tone of it and the let; it was ‘at the last of it, on the strength of a casmal glace or two, to a girl who Yelonged by her own choice on the side of the line which divides It might He ‘wondered, suddenly, whether he would *@ome in, Mr. Kane," said the giel, “Father will look after you You'll find Miss Thorne heard his voice “Scarcely, unless “Wuu've got to keep very much out of see you Jater, perhaps. Good-night, Dads. Bo quiry among his neighbors produced a witness who remembered that a tall Russian gentleman had been visiting Hahn at frequent intervals. His name was believed to be Muller and his address a boarding house in Bloomsbury. This limited the field of search. The register of every board- ing house was scrutinized-and within a few hours the police found the name of Mutler; the landlady of the board- Ing house confirmed the suggestion that he was a Russian and said that he had lately gone to Newcastle to see some friends. The search was then transferred to Newcastle and within a few hours Muller was found, ar- rested and brought to London. An inquiry into his past showed that he was one of those cosmopolitan, roving Germans who are hotel-keepers in one place, commercial travellers {h another. At some time they have all been motor-car agents and touts. Hahn, on the other hand, merely a tool. SPY LEYTER’S CONFESSION. About the middle of 1915 we learned that on a steamer bound from Rotter- dam to Buenos Ayres was an Argen- tine citizen named Conrad Leyter who was believed to be carrying de- spatches from Berlin to the German Embassy in Madrid. Leyter was re- moved from the steamer and brought to London. He said he was a shipping clerk, that he had come to Europe for a holiday and was now on his way back to Buenos Ayres. He gave a long and rather wearisome account of his holiday adventures in Germany and Holland and nothing could be done until the clockwork had run down. Then we said, ‘‘But why were’ you going to Spain?" There was another burst of eloquence but no reply to that particular question. Whenever he paused for breath he was asked, “Why were you going to Spain?" At last he could bear it no more. He jumped from his chair and said, “Well, if you will know, I am going to Spain and if yyou want to know why, I am carrying a despatch to Prince Ratibor, the German Ambassa- dor in Madrid,"* “Thank ‘you. spatch?"" “I have not got it. It is sewn up in the lifebelt in my cabin."” ‘That was all we wanted to know. Leyter went to an interment camp, the wireless was got to work and in due course the despatch was found in the lifebelt as he sald. It was quite useful, Every now and then doubtful per- sons captured at sea came to us from far aficid. In October, 5, a board- ing officer in the Mediterranean, who was examining passengers on board the blue-funne! liner Anchises, found was And where is the de- 4 LLu RATED ALSE FACE HUGH KAHL BY SIR BASIL THOMSON QS Chief of Baitisn Crimina, Inv : “19135 — ESTIGATION De 1921 ¢ @ man who was carrying a passport believed to be forged. He was de- tained and sent to Egypt. In Cairo luck was against him. While he was being interrogated and his imagination was soaring in fult flight, a British officer who had known him In former years chanced to pass through the room and recog- nized him. “Hullo, von Gumpenberg,” he cried, slapping him on the back. After’ that it was useless to dissemble and he gave his name as Baron Otto yon Gumpenberg, and said that he had been Squadron Commander in the Death's Head Hussars and had been involved in a scandal for which he was arrested and imprisoned for seven months. On his release he be- came a vagabond adventurer. In Constantinople he was Aide de Camp to Enver Pasha; later he at- tached himself to Prince Wilhelm of Wied in his futile attempt to govern Albania. When war broke out he was called back to Germany to serve as a trooper and, according to his own account, he served for eighteen months on the Russian front with such distinction that when he returned, wounded, to Germany his commission was restored to him and he was posted to the com- mand of a troop at the front; but at this moment there happened to be a scheme for stirring up the tribes in North Africa and he was despatched to see what he could do with the Senussi. MANY MUSICIANS WERE SPIES. During May and June, 1915, in about a fortnight no less than seven enemy spies were arrested. The most spectacular were Reginald Roland, whose real name was Georg T. Breeckow and Mrs. Lizzie Wertheim. Breeckow was the son of a pluno- forte manufacturer in Stettin and he was himself a pianist. He spoke Eng- lish and knew enough American- isms to pose plausibly as a rich Amer- fean travelling in England for his health. Before he left Holland he was furnished with the address of Lizzie Werthein, a German woman whd had married a naturalized Ger- man and had thus acquired British nationality. Breeckow, who appeared to be pos- sessed of a considerable sum of money, was at once accorded a warm welcome. The pair hired horses from a riding school and rode in the j ark during the mornings. Mrs. Werth- eim went to Scotland, hired a motor car and drove about the country pick- ing up gossip about the Grand Fleet. Her questions to naval officers were, however, so imprudent that special measures were taken; Breeckow's ad- dress was discovered and in due course the two were brought to New Scot- land Yard for interrogation. The ar- tistic temperament of Breeckow was not equal to the ordeal. His pretense of being a rich American broke down immediately and he was aghast to find how much the police knew about his secret movements. Lizzie Wertheim, on the other hand, was ‘tough, brazen and impudent, claiming that as a British subject she had a right to travel where she would. She declined to sit still in her chair but walked up and down the room, flirting a large silk handkerchief as if she was practising a new dancing step. BY WILL B:JOHNSTONE ; WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY. TIMOTHY PARROT, a crook who had committed many crimes without arrest and who has been taunting the police with anonymous ters. TOM THORNE, most successfi as “The Tracker.” ul detective in the Bureau—known McNAMARA, also a star detective at Headquarters—somewhat jealous of Thorne. J. B. SMITH—shot in a bachelor apartment building, who makes a statement to the police before he dies and requests a private talk with the Tracker. RAWLINGS, an alias of the Parrot, who wiped Smith out be- cause he read a note reading something like this—“You can’t hide from me, Timothy Parrot, anywhere under the sun. . One year more, Parrot, before you pay for Dora Faulkner!” DOCTOR CLARKE, prison ch: following a clue on LA _ The Tracker follows a beauti prison and finds that she is regist aplain, who interyiews The Tracker TON, serving time for complicity in one of the Parrot’s jobs ful girl who has been visiting the ered mysteriously at a hotel. He learns that Lawton has a daughter— ESTHER LAWTON, who is unlike the daughter of a crook. No light is thrown on the wo The Tracker decides to don convict Lawton—to get the story. They plan an escape, are met Thorne is not surprised to learn is lowed from the prison. described as being “queenly” and man “Dora,” however, and finally garb and be confined in a cell with at the road by Esther Lawton, who the same beautiful girl he had fol- She has clothes and a car to effect their getaway. Thorne and Lawton watched it until it merged into the shadows of the road. ‘hen they went into the old house, where Lawton lighted a lamp. They smoked silently, Suddenly Law- ton spoke. “What are you going to do, Kane? Got any place to go to? Any friends? What's uhead of you, anyway?" “gerefal, won't you? No neediess Thorne shrugged his shoulders, ‘I ey o can't show up back there. I've got to : ea 4 oe keep out of sight, of course. And as _tawion laughed. “No risks at all, for ¢riends—well, 1 don't know of ary , Certainty or nothing. Be of it.” resumed her seat at the wheel that would be glad to see me, Thoy shook me when the smash came. There was one fellow that might have stood by, I didnt know him very well, but he wouldn't have run out like the others, I think; only Me ducked a bit ahead of my trouble If I could find him, now—I think he'd been in wrong himself and would un- derstand,"* Lawton nodded. ‘Who was he?" “A fellow named Rawlings,” said Thorne slowly. ‘He was a good bit older than me, and kind of quiet, but a good scout. We were going into « real estate deal together when his trouble hit him and knocked it out He had an option on some land." Lawton sat very still and Thorne knew that his eyes were fairly boring through and through him. He was playing, his risklest card, qt last. if PARTMENT Breeckow had maintained through- out that he knew no German but his assurance began to break down in the loneliness of a prison cell. He had a strong imagination and no doubt the thought tHat his female accomplice might be betraying him worked strongly on his feelings. So paper and ink were supplied to him and he wrote his confession. BUSCHMAN BADLY COACHED. Of all the spies that were convicted and executed the man for whom I felt most sorry was Fernando Buschman. He was a gentleman by birth, he had no need of money, for he was married to the daughter of a rich soap manu- facturer in Dresden, who had kept him Uberally supplied with funds for his studies in aviation. It speaks volumes for the stupidity of the Directors of the German Es- pionage School in Antwerp that they should have selected as a disguise for such a man as Buschman the role of commercial traveller. The imposture was bound to be discovered at once. He was far too well-dressed and well- spoken and he knew nothing what- ever about trade. He arrived in Lon- don with a forged passport and put up at a good hotel with his violin, not usually part of the luggage of a com- mercial traveller. After a few days he moved to lodgings in Loughbor- ough Road, Brixton, and thence to lodgings in South Kensington. This he thought was enough to fit him for moving about in England. He visited Portsmouth and Southampton, and from certain minute notes found among his papers it became evident’ that his one qualification—his knowl- edge of aeronautics—was not to be turned to account; he was to be em- ployed as a naval spy. HIS VIOLIN TO THE LAST. Unfortunately for him he ran short of money and was compelled to write to Holland for fresh supplies. He was arrested at his lodgings in South Ken- sington and was found to be quite penniless. ‘ When the detective arrived he said, “What have you against me? I will show you everything.” Then he reeled off his lesson. He was in Eng- land for the purpose of selling cheese, bananas, potatoes, safety razors and odds and ends, and in France he had sold picric acid, cloth and rifles, was also a letter from Gneist, the German Consul General in Rotterdam; from Col. Ostertag, the German Military Attache in Holland, and from two persons who were known to be active in recruiting for the German Secret Service. He was tried at the Westminster Guildhall on Sept. 20, 1916, the day of the trial of Breeckow and Mrs. Wertheim at the Old Bailey, and was sentenced to death. I know that persons who were present at the trial were impressed by his manly bearing and his frank- ness. After his sentence he was not separated from his violin. It was his great solace through the long hours of waiting. He asked for it again on his removal to the Tower on the night before his execution, and played till a late hour. When they came for him in the morning he picked it up and kissed it, saying, “Goodby, I shall not want you any more.” He refused to have his eyes bandaged and faced the rifles with a courageous smile, Copyright, 1922, Doubleday, Pi i! & Co, Lawton suspected, even now— “Rawlings?"' Lawton repeated quiet- “How long ago was this, Kane?’ “Oh, around May-—just before they jumped me. Why? Do you know him?" Lawton paid no heed to the ques- tion. ‘What was his trouble?” he demanded. “What made him skip and leave you?” Thorne shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know. He was all right, oue day. Everything looked good, Then he phoned me and said he'd had bad news and was leaving town tn a hurry. That's all I know. Before that he'd said something funny, though. He never told me where he lived, all along. And he apologized for it, once. He said there was some- body who had it in for him, and he was lying low. I guessed afterward, that he might have been in bad with ly, the police."* Luwton luughed suddenly, a ful, clear, hearty burst of honest mirth. “Tom, your life and mine are evident iy intended to overlap all along the line. This man Rawlings is the one who robbed your employers and saw to it that you paid the penalty; 1 know, you see, because I've got @ score of my own to settle with him-- a rather bigger bil than you I'll be needing help, too." Thorne stared, ‘You mean that? You know something about him?’* Lawton's hands closed and his eyes narrowed to pin points under the ‘eminous brows. ‘Rawlings was the name Timothy Parrot was using here, last May. I've never been out of touch with him since I was jobbed. He hasn't moved without my knowing tt. I've got a score to settle with him that nobody else can settle, I know where to find him and I'm going to fing him —within a week, Want to help?” Thorne did not need to pretend now. “Do I?” he said, as if he growled the words. ‘Try me! They shook hands on it. But Law- ton would not reveal a single detail of his plans, nor would he tell how, while he had been penned in a cel! at Ham- iiton, he had been able to keep his The Problem of Elec- tion to the Four Hun- dred Is One That Is Puzzling Morris Till His Partner Ex- plains. And the Cost of a Yacht. Is Another Item That Is* Not Easily Covered as a Factor of Pleasure. By Montague Glass. E idea of Exclusiveness, is, Mawruss, that there wouldn't be no object in the two million which makes up the Four Hundred being exclu- sive if the one hundred and eight million which is being excluded didn’t know that they was excluded, Abe Potash ob- served one morning re-. cently. “Then I sup- pose the inten- tion is that 1 should get awful sore when I read in the Society Notes: “Mr. and& Mre. Sig. J. Astor entertained at dinner at the Dark Brown Room at the Ritz- Automat last evening in honor of Hattie, Countess of Stepney,” Morris Perlmutter said, “because not only I ain’t mentioned among the list of guests, but also when Mr. and Mrs. Astor was consider- ing who to invite, they didn’t so much as say ‘How about asking the Perlmutters?’” “Well, nobody expects you would get sore exactly,” Abe said, “but if it wasn’t for the fact that practically 100 per cent. of the people who reads Society Notes in the daily newspapers know that they ain’t got a Chinaman’s chance of ever being invited to So- ciety affairs, Mawruss, it would take a whole lot of the kick out of getting publicity for such af- fairs, y’understand. “In fact, Mawruss, this here So- clety proposition is one where the pleasure of keeping other people OUT is what makes most Society people so tickled to be in."” “Well, they shouldn't be tickled on my account, Abe, because I not only don’t want to get in, but if I thought there was any danger of It (which there ain't), I would move out West or somewheres where there ain't no 8o- ciety,"" Morris said. “Say! There's just so much Society out West as there is in New York and more even,"’ Abe declared. ‘Which 66 | the Four Hundred idea has spread all # over the country even to places where they've been obliged to mark the Four Hundred down to Forty on account of the entire population not being much over four hundred.”* “And who elects them?" asked. HOW THE 400 STARTS. “What do you mean—elects them?" Abe retorted. ‘They don’t get elect- ea.” “Then what do they get—a fran- chise from ‘the original Four Hundred in New York City?" Morris inquired “What do you think the membe of the Four Hundred are, anyway Abe asked. ‘‘Kloo Kluxers?"” “{ should know what they ere!" Morris exclaimed. ‘I heard tell of the Four Hundred all my life, and this is the first time I ever,stopped to Morris tion fee and annual / wT »\ 1945,” consider whether the members were elected to it, appointed to it or sen- tenced to it, and after I have con- sidered it, Abe, I find that I don’t give a nickel whether the Four Hundred has got an initiation’ fee and annual dues, or just assessments when a member dies.” “You don't suppose there is any death benefits attached to being a member of the Four Hundred, do you?” Abe asked. “Nor any other benefits neither, so far as I could see,” Morris hastened Society People So to say, “‘which as long as you seem to be such an expert on this here Four Hundred, might you could tell me why the whole thing was started at all.” “Well, there always comes a time in the early days of every settlement, Mawruss, where some of the people gets so much more money than the rest of the people that they have an idea the rest of the people should ought to look up to them,'’ Abe said, “but as the rest of the people always refuse to look up to them they start in to look down on the rest of the people, and that’s the way it starts.”" “But there's very little satisfaction in looking down on people which don't know they are being looked down on, Abe,"’ Morris protested. MAN, WIFE AND SIX—ASSORJED Docs. “The members of the Four Hundred knows that as well as you do, Maw- russ, and they act accordingly,"" Abe said, “which yon take the Four Hun- dred in New York, and the members all act like they thought it was ter- rible that they had to live in New ure of Keeping Other People OUT ON THE “400” AND THE 110,000,000 nis is the first time I ever stopped to consider whether the mem- bers were elected to it, appointed to it or sentenced to it. I don’t give a-nickel whether the Four Hundred has got an initia- ssments when a member dies.” “As the rest of the people always_refuse to look up to them they start in to look down on the rest of the people, and that’s the way it starts.” “Most of them is so near-sighted when it comes to distance in relations that they couldn’t see as far as their own brothers and sisters even.” “A Four Hundred Millionaire can get the same sensation out of a cruise in the West Indies as you and me got twenty-five years ago on the old 4,000-ton steamer Rheumatic,” ti “They've got to enter their boy in one of them high-toned boys’ schools six months before he is born, otherwise he gets notice for the baby class six weeks after he has eloped with a member of the chorus of the Follies of dues or just a ‘ York in preference to London, y‘un- derstand, whereas the Four Hundred of places outside of New York all try to give their neighbors the impression that it's terrible to live in a little country town in preference to New York, and they do their to act the way the Four Hundred act in New York."" “In other words, Abe, they think it's high toned to act like they was ashamed of their neighbors,” Morris said. “Only their neighbors!" Abc ex- 1s What Makes Most Tickled to Be in.’’ cialmed. ‘Say! Some of them way- up society people in New York would have the schreck of their lives if their distant relations was to show up at some of their doings, Mawruss, and most of them is go near-sighted when it comes to distance in relations that they couldn't see as far gs thelr own sisters and brothers even.’ “And do ihey think it's any credit to them that they should behave this way?” Morris_usked. “Members of the Four Hundred think that certain things is a credit iv them which would absolutely ruin the credit of ordinary people like you and ine, Mawruss,"’ Abe declared. ‘.\ Four Hundred family consisting of a man, his wife and six assorted dogs ‘will have a house in New \ork, @ house in Newport, and a house in Vallum Beach, any one of which now! fo muny servants to run st that they could form a Mutual Welfare Leagne out of the upstairs girls alone. ‘Then there is the steam yacht habit, Mawruss, which is practically running @ floating boarding Louse for Swedes, y'understand, and as the smallest ocean steamer is five times membership TS as big as the largest steam yacht, Mawruss,' a Four Hundred million- aire can get the same sensation out of a cruise in the West Indies as you and me got when we come over twen- ty-five years ago on the old 4,000-ton S. S. Rheumatic, excepting we didn’t have the wagés of the crew on our aninds.”’ RUN NO CHANCES ON AMERICAN. ACCENT. “I'll bet there is times when one of them Four Hundred millionaires which is having a particularly bad private yacht cruise wishes that he had been . black-balled when he was put up for . in that mehuggenetie bunch," Morris observed. “And then what troubles them Four Hundred people has got with their children doch,” Abe continued. “Tal the ordinary family, Mawruss, and when the children gets to be olf enough, y’understand, the most trouble the parents has got getting them into school is maybe there ain't been an + issue of school bonds voted on in suéh a long time that little Benny has got to be put in a part time class, under- stand me. “But with the Four Hundred par- ents, Mawruss, they've got to enter - their boy In one of them high-toned boys’ schools six months before he is born, otherwise he is put on a waiting list and the headmaster notifies them to send the boy to the baby class six weeks after he has eloped with a member of the Chorus of the ‘Follies * of 1945." "" “You mean that the public schools: ain't good enough for the families of” the Four Hundred?" Morris asked. _ “A question!" Abe exclaimed. “Do you suppose them Four Hundred pate «. ents is going to run a chance of hav- ing their children getting an Ameri-. can accent that they couldn't shake off in after life?" “But they're Americans, ain't they?’ Morris said “Only by birth,’ Abe said, “but they get their education in schools which has got forms instead of grades and headmasters instead of princl- | pals.”” ° BQ “Why don't them Four Hundred parents finance Oxford University im opening a New York branch, and be! done with it? Morris observed, * EAST SIDERS THREATEN HAR-" VARD ACCENT. “Well, if a ur Hundred boy is” careful not to ke havrossa with the wrong people, Mawruss, he could get’practically the same tongue- way of talking in Harvard as he could in Oxford,” Abe declared, “particu- larly as I seen it in the paper the other day where there is a movement on foot among gradgawates of Har- vard not to let no more of the lower classes get in there. “It seems that quite a few young fellers has been going to Harvard re- cently from the East Side of Now York and the South End of Boston, Mawruss, and they’ve had such effect on some of the other students that when several of them went home — to Chicago and Kansas City, for all their parents could tell from the way they spoke, they might just as well have sent them to the University of Michigan or even, Gott soll huten, Cornell." “All of which goes te prove, Abe,”* Morris concluded, ‘‘that it's a tough’ job keeping the’ Four Hundred apart from the One Hundred and Ten Mil. lion."* Copyright, 1922, The Bell Syndicate, Ine. a 9 i] enemy continually under observation. Thorne thought that he could guess. Esther Lawton had looked after that. ‘The mystery lay elsewhere. At any time within the last five years Lawton could have turned Timothy Parrot over to the vengeance of the law. Why hadn't he? Why had he chosen to wait? It could only mean, thought ‘Thorne, that he meant to demand a higher price than prison, He intend- ed to kill Parrot. It was the last reason that pressed Thorne most. MISCARRIED PLANS. They spent next day in the old house, untroubled by visitors. Thorne, perfectly aware that Johnny Degan and three or four of his best men were keeping a careful watch on Esther Lawton, ably assisted by Mrs. Leg- gatt, the bure: best woman oper- ative, was not in the least surprised that the girl made no effort to com- municate with her father, He was also aware that Bohn and Fraser were somewhere within eyeshot of his present refuge. The chief trusted The Tracker pretty far, but he was leaving nothing whatever to chance, and this additional surveillance .had been part of the bargain. Thorne, knowing his man, would have pre- ferred to play a lone hand. He feared that Lawton was clever enough to see or guess that he was being watched, ‘ tm- and the least suspicion of that would be enough to defeat the whole plan. Lawton would rather submit to. re- capture than risk putting bis enemy into the hands of the police. Thorne was quite certain on this point, If he once suspected that he was being given a modified liberty to lead the pack to the hidden fox, he was per- fectly capable of walking out boldly and surrendering. After dark they risked going out cautiously and followed the road to a block of stores and flats half a mile nearer town, Where they bought papers and food. Back in their refuge the} read the brief accounts of the escape, Lawton with amusement: and Thorne with approval. The story the warden had given to the reporters was admirably calculated to reassure Lawton, It laid the blame entirely on the prisoner Kane, who was held responsible for having made the plan and cofrupted Lawton, whose record heretofore had been 4o excellent as to make it probable that he had merely yielded to the temptation of the mo- ment, The account foretold a speedy recapture, and closed with a resume of thagrimes for which both men had been imprisoned, ptressing particu~- larly that of Lawton, involving the famous Timothy Parrot. One report even hazarded 4 guess that Parrot Wed helped in the escape, at which Lawton laughed aloud, “He's shaking in his shoes, right now,"’ he said grimly. ‘He'd better! When I get my hands on him'""—— “What's the sense of rubbing a guy like that out?" objected Thorne. ‘If you turned him up to the bulls he'd get at least a thousand years on his own confessions. If you bump him off he's out of reach for keeps and there's a nice little chance of the chair for ours. I'm game to go after him, all right, but I don’t want any killing or I quit right here—see?"* Lawton shrugged. ‘There isn't g0- ing to be any killing, Kane, But I've got to have my chance at him—with my hgnds, You can't understand; it's something outside the job he framed on me. Aren't you wise, yet, about that? He made that play simply to get me put away; it looked as if I'd been in on it with him, and his letter to the police, that got me nabbed, while it wasn't admitted as evidence, of course, cooked my chances in ad- vance. He-had me framed as hard and fast as he had you. Why? Be- cause he knew that I was going to get him mighty soon it he didn’t! It was self-defense, that frame-up, He had plenty of reason to know I was clos- ing in on him, and plenty of reason to be afraid of what would happen when I dia." . “But you know where he ts now. \\ e You've known right along, I take it. IT don’t see why you haven't turned him © up long ago."’ “I'll tell you. Because a prison is too safe a place. It's hard enough to get té6 him when he's outside, I wouldn't have a charice if he were inside. And I've got to have him where I can handle him my own way —sive him my own third degree— & half an hour ought to do It. I’ve had plenty of time to figure out ways and ~ means back there. I'm not going to kill him—unless he dies of fright—but I'm going to let him smell brimstone mighty close, Kane. I'll have to. You don't understand what's between us." , “I can make a fair guess—now,"* Thorne said, sobering. It sounds to me like a case of girl. That's it, isn’t it?’ “It's near enough. Let it go at that. Don’t speak of it again’? ‘Thorne was amazed at the change in” the other man. Normally Lawton con- veyed an impression of 801 tense and deadly; there was a hint of the crouching panther in the man’s repressed strength and the smolder. ing ferocity of his eyes, sheltered by the heavy, lowering brows. Now stark hatred fairly radiated from him; he seemed to glow with the heat of it as iron reddens in the flame, (Copyrighted,.1922, the Bell Syndicate.) * (Anoyner instalment Monday.) ©