The Daily Ledger. (Ballinger, Tex.), Vol. 11, Ed. 1 Wednesday, July 26, 1916 Page: 3 of 4
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THIRD INSTALLMENT
it
to the city
Morton en
Morton this
afternoon?"
him when !
too
Several things that
lie
Ull-
in the event < f inv death vou will find
from her
The Car Shot
Out Into Space.
gingham
As
excitedly, wav-
what I’ve JuBt
to lose,
and get
over to
the auc-
the
and.
that if the formula could bo
he could Bell it on his own
to one of the European belllger-
It was not the flhrsory hope of
suspicious of Mister
Iles a young man
in
give
m
t° |
w«
ovj
ms
letter.
It f. 11
sheets
desk ’
Dawson wrote Cleo,
on the following
As it had been widely
Bent
a rider in
Satsuma.
She
a fortune slip
But perhaps it
As sho
gate sho almost
Gerald Morton,
sho gasped, "I’ve
That is,” she ad-
a friend of
he explained to
she has been
him half an hour ago he
about geing
Pollowing Olga's instructions Sextus
had made it his business, evei since
the night ot the murder, to keep the
Burke home under surveillance and to
watch those who entered or left it.
As he was unknown to Cleo or her
friends he was enabled to observe
their comings and goings without
arcusing their suspicions. When,
therefore, as he was sauntering along
the opposite side ef the street, smokr
see
out from between the
when I was cleaning
The formula is hidden
Cleo into
Then he also dashed madly
in the direction of
station.
Navtlizcd from the Motion Picture Play of the Same Name by the
American Film Manufacturing Company.
CrryifH. I fit, B. M miA/ Fmtl
"We must get there before they
When does the next train leave?"
"There’s a train in thirty minutes,”
he replied, "but they’ll be on it. They
would get there as soon as we would.
But there's a ferry leaving in five min-
utes. If we can catch it we will get to
San Francisco before the train.’’
If Olga and Sextus, standing on tl.e
upper deck of the ferryboat, had
swe.. "There's the
the comer. Ask the
you long distance.”
Sextus, following
store, selected a cigar, lighted it,
leaning negligently against the coun-
ter, had no difficulty in overhearing
the ensuing conversation, or, rather,
Cleo’s end of it.
"I wish to speak to Mr Dawson ot
the Dawson Auction room in San Fran-
cisco," Sue said, "and please hurry,
central.”
For tel minutes iihe waited,
this
Miss
"Is
Mr. Dawson? . . . This is
Bu’ke of ValJavia speaking.
Yiu remember that last week
you my father s library to bo
. . . Yes, the library of Dr.
Burke, the Inventor. . . .
The murder of Ralph Burke provid-
ed the public with a 10 days’ mystery.
Newspaper readers, satiattd with the
European conflict and the crisis in
Mexico^eagerly devoured its details.
The great newspapers of the country
hurried their cleverest correspondents
to A aldavia. At Hope’s suggestion
the navy department, which
tally interested in recovering
formula, detailed a secret
opertflfve on the case, but
with no better success than
lice.
very inportant. .
• You have just sold
. But tin* twelve big vol-
the leather bindings?
have been sold, too?
dead. "The
That could
treasured
earliest i
kept in h's workroom that th< y might
be n<ar him. Now she recalled their
last conversation, as she sat beside
l;i;n In the laboratory. "I want you
to remeni’ er Cl»o.” he had said, with
unusual solemnity, "that when I am
gone there is a fortune for my little
girl in those <d>! volumes." Sho had
supposed that he referred to their in-
trinsic value. And those were among
the books which she had sent to San
Francisco to be sold at auction,
had unwittingly let
through her fingers'
was not too late.
"Hook”' she cried
Ing the
found!
blotting
daddy's
in one of those books which we sent
to the auction sale in San Francisco.
They are being sold today
. . . there Isn’t a minute
You run down to the hotel
Lieutenant Hope and I’ll go
the drug store and try to get
tion rooms on the phone.”
Before Hook, whose faculties were
none too alert at any time, had recov-
ered from liis astonishment, f'leo was
flying down the garden path,
dashed through the
ran into the arms of
"Oh. Mr. Morton."
found the formula!
ded, "I’ve found where it Is hidden."
"Gnat heavens!” he exclaimed, and
with avarice in his voice,"where is it?"
"I haven’t time to stop ami explain
now,” she panted. "I must get to a
telephone. The secret is hidden in
one of those old books which daddy al-
ways kept in his laboratory and they
are being sold today at Dawson’s Auc-
tion room in San Francisco. I’m go-
ing to telephone to try to stop their
sale.” The last words she flung over
her shoulder as she hastened onward.
For a mome nt Morton stood ponder-
ing.
down the street
the railway
These
I
to be ot rvice to I
tne auctioneer, evi-
by Olga's dinline-
"This,” throwing
door. Gerald
Fighting in Flanders,” "The Road to Glory
"Vive la France,” etc.
“it
by his mother,
he—he died ho
I shall
I sent
sold ?
Ralph
The books musn't bo sold .
is v<
What?
them?
umes
it, they must be shipped to him at
once."
"It breaks my heart to part with I
daddy’s library,” said Cleo, "but, of
course, it's the wisest thing to do. I
don’t need the books and 1 do need
the money. Oh. Jarvis, I don’t know
how I would have got through these
terrible days if I had not had you to
lean on and advise with.”
The following morning found Cleo
in a gingham apron and Hope in his
shirt sleeves hard at work listing and
packing the hundreds of dusty vol-
umes, the ubiquitous and good-natured
Hook nailing up the cases. Hope was
; In the act of placing the much-worn
Bible which had belonged to Burke
when Cleo snatched it from him.
| "That mustn’t go,” she cried,
was given to daddy
and the very night
asked me to keep it always,
never part with it.”
1 he sale, which included the Burke
library, so Mr.
would take place
Wednesday.
advertised he anticipated a large at-
tendance and good prices. On Wednes-
day afternoon Cleo, who, on Hope's
advice, was preparing to give up the
house, began the formidable task of
sorting the mass of papers- letters,
scientific data and memoranda -which
had belonged to her father. The re-
ceipted bills she placed in one pile,
the unpaid bills—there were but few
of these, thank goodness’—sho placed
In another; the papers relating to his
patents in a third. As she lifted the
leather-covered blotting pad which had
laid on her father’s desk almost ns
long as she could remember, there
Flipped from between its folds and
fluttered to the floor a letter. Pick-
ing it up, she glanced at ft carelessly
to Fee on which of the piles ft be-
longed. To her surprise It was ad-
dressed to herself. Tearing it open,
Fhe drew out the single sheet of note
paper that it contained. No wonder
that the message, scrawb d thereon in
her father’s cramped handwriting,
brought to her lips a cry of astonish-
ment and consternation. This is what
she read:
DADDY.
For a long moment she stoo l speech-
1< ss, staring at this m< ssage from the
l ooks over my desk.”
refer only to the dozen
volumes which.
him I may come in useful even ef I
have lost one o’ my spars. Kin 1 go
with you, looter ant?”
He paced up and down the platform,
deep h, thought.
"Yes,” said Hope, "you had better
come along. 1 don't think then- is
much < hance of our having any trou-
ble with Morton, evi n if he is after
the books, hut you are so tat. Hook,
that if you f it in the tonneau you will
make the ear ride easier.”
Cleo Fifth <1 herself in the seat be-
side Hope, he threw in the clutch and
stepped on tin- throttle and the car
shot down the road which leads to San
I- rancisco. ’1 he chase ot the books
had begun.
can
late?
bought them?
difTen nt parties? . . . Put you
have a list of the purchasers? . . .
Thank God for that! . . . I ll start
for San Francisco at once—on the
first train.’
I As Cleo, very discouraged, hung up
the receiver, Sextus quietly left the
store. Tiie moment he was out of
sight, however, ho broke into a run.
Ten minutes later he was knocking
i at the door of Olga Ivanoff's room.
Briefly he told her his story.
"We mustn't lose a moment,"
concluded. "That Burke girl ami
friends won't let any grass grow
der their feet in getting to San Fran*
Our only chance of getting the
is to reach Dawsons place
t>t them and obtain possession
list."
triend of Miss
fie shouted. I
to tell tue that
Tm aliaid we can t make It, Cleo."
His fears were well grounded, for as
they whirled up to the station the San
Francisco train was pulling out, gath-
ering headway every second. Hope
uttered an ejaculation of annoyance:
Hoi k, franker in his emotions, ripped
out a hearty oath. Cleo was very
white and penitent.
I ‘ It’s al! my fault,” she said. "I'm so,
fo sorry but J just couldn't go with
you to San Francisco looking like a
fright could I, Jarvis?”
’ You need never worry about your
looks, Cleo,” be answered. "You are
always beautiful, no matter what you
wear. Ar.d there Is another train at
six twenty.”
"Oh, Jarvis,” suddenly exclaimed
Cleo, a tew minutes later, "I almost
forgot to tell you I caught a glimpse
of someone we know on that train.”
"Who was it?" inquired Hope.
"Gerald Morton,” was the answer.
"I saw him swing aboard the last car
1 just as the train was pulling out.”
"Yes," said Hope carelessly, "Mor-
I ton has been running up to San Fran-
cisco quite frequently ot late.”
| "1 wonder.” Cleo observed thought-
fully, "if his going to San Francisco
on that train could have any connec-
tion with the secret of the submarine.
Be must have decided very suddenly.
When 1 saw
said nothing
today.”
"You Faw
Hope asked sharply.
"Yes, I almost ran into
was on my way to the drug store to
telephone."
"But you didn't tell him about find-
ing the latter, did you?" anxiously in-
quired Hope.
"1 I’m afraid 1 did," admitted Cleo,
"I was so excited, you see, that I told
him about the letter and the books
without thinking. it didn't do any
harm did it, Jarvis?”
"I Lope not," was the answer, "but
I don't know.
have come to my attention lately have
made me a little
Gerald Morton.
that will hear watching."
"I don't like the looks of it, Cleo!”
he hurst out at last, "it Is curious, to
say the least, that, us soon as M >rton
learns from you that the formula is
hidden in the books, lie should take
the first train for the city,
pieions may be quite
course, but there is too
to tak* any chances,
wait
. it's
know
. . They went to
and carpeted with wild flowers; past
more gardens, more farmhouses, more
| orchards, until they reached a long
downgrade where, for a dozen miles,
, the highway parallels the shore. As
the empty road opened out before him,
Hope stepped on the throttle and the
car leaped forward like * thorough-
bred which feels the jockey's spur.
The speedometer needle showed that
they were traveling at fifty miles an
hour. The scenery was but a flying
haze of green. The telegraph poles
I sped by so quickly that tlray looked
, like the palings in a picket fence
Ahead of them there suddenly ap-
peared, extending across a portion ot
the road, a rude barricade* with a red
flag and the sign "Danger! ’
l "They’re repairing the road ahead
but I guess that we can get through,”
Hope shouted in response to Cleo's
warning as they Fhot by the barrier.
Down the smooth paved grade they
i thundered and then, as unexpectedly
■ as a slap in the face, there yawned
' before them a chrsm, three-score feet
across! The bridge was gone—evi-
dently swept away by the spring
SYNOPSIS.
Lieutenant Jarvis Hope is detalh-d by
the United States naval board to Inves-
tigate and report his findings on the in-
dention of Dr. Ralph Burke, which serves
to bring the submarine to a state of p r-
fectlon. The lieutenant arrives in Valda-
vta and is welcomed by the inventor and
his daughter, Cleo. On th. trial trip of
,the inventors bout, a Japanese helper Is
surprised In the act of examining tin-
mechanism of the ventilating device
IHope reports favorably on the new <le-
jvlce but there are others interested in it
An attempt to burglarize Doctor Burke's
laboratory falls, but later Cleo finds him
murdered in his bedroom.
■ cisco.
I secret
ahead
of the
"You're quite right, Sextus,” Baid
Olga, who was already pinning on her
hat.
do.
with
. They
• Can you get them back again?
. 1 will pay you anything if you
recover them. .
. . . Do you
tng a cigarette, he saw Cleo buret out
ot the gate, hatlqss and obviously dis-
traught, hold au excited colloquy
with Morton, and then go racing down
the sidewalk, it was the most natural
thing in the Svorld that, his curiosity
aroused, he Hhould turn and follow
her. The chase did not lead him far,
for a block below she burst into u drug
store.
"May I use your telephone, Mr.
Smith?” she asked the druggist. "1
must get word instantly to Ean Fran-
cisco."
"Certainly, Miss Butke,' was the an-
piione— over
operator to
open a ponderous loose-leaf ledger
which lay upon hlB desk, “contains
the names and addresses of all with
whom we have had dealings, and
here" running his finger down the
page, “are the names of those who
bought the books which you are seek-
ing. You will notice that the twelve
books comprising Lot 32 were sold
separately, so I'm afraid that It will
require considerable time and trouble
for you to run down all of them.”
"1 see that the leaves of this ledger
are dt tachable,” remarked Olga. "As
we are greatly pressed for tijne I won-
der if you could not let me take the
page which has the names we wish. 1
will have them copied and return the
page to you in the morning.”
”1 urn very sorry, madam.” said Mr.
Dawson respectfully, "but the city or-
dinances require us to keep a list of
those to whom we have made sales
always in our possession. The police
are very strict about this, as it often
assists them in tracing articles that
have been stolen. Not that we are
accustomed to deal with thieves,” he
added, smiling. "If you will wait hut
live minutes, madam, my secretary
will copy the names for you.”
Within a quarter of an hour after
Olga and Sextus left the auction
rooms with the list in their posses-
sion, a second taxicab drew up before
Dawson's
tend.
"I am
Burke’s,”
eer. "As
chanced to glance shorewards, their
attention might have been attracted
by a cloud of yellow dust, moving rap
idly along the highway which links
Vaidavia with San Francisco. The
dust cloisi was caus.-d by a recklessly
driven motorcycle which was careen-
ing along at sixty miles an hour,
over the handlebars, like
a race, was the Japanese,
So incoherent was Hook Barnacle
from loss of breath and excitement
that even after he found Hope it was
some moments before he could de-
liver Cleo's message. No sooner, how-
ever. did the naval officer grasp its im-
port than, with the seaman panting at
his in-els, he dashed downstairs to
where the light car, which he hud
hired during his stay in Vaidavia. was
standing. They overtook < leo just as
she was entering the gate.
"We mustn t waste a minute in get-
ting on the track ot those books, said
Hope, after he had listened to her
story and had examined the fi tti r.
"There's a train leaving for San Fran-
cisco at three forty. Jump into my
car and well just about be able to
make it. I’m going with you, of
course.”
"But I can’t go as I am. ’
Cleo, looking down at the
dress which she had been
while house-cleaning. "it will only
take a minute to dress, though. 1'11
hurry.”
Ten minutes elapsed, however, be-
fore she rejoined Hope and Hook, who
were waiting impatiently, but the love-
ly face under the black veil was so
pathetically childish that neither of
them had the ' art to scold her Hope
only remarked, as be started the car,
was vi-
the lost
service
he met
the po-
On the theory that Burke had
been murdered by Satsuma out of re-
venge. a fresh search for the Japanese
was started, only to be abandoned
when It was reported, with much cir-
cumstantial detail, that a man tallying
with his description had shipped, two
days before the murder, on a vessel
bound for South America. But, though
this apparently eliminated Satsuma, it
only served to deepen the mystery.
As the days passed and no solution
was forthcoming, newspaper readers
began to turn their attention to other
events.
Olga Ivanoft. who had hurried to
Vaidavia in order to be on the scene
of action, prepared to return to her
luxurious apartment in San Francisco,
though Sextus was to remain behind
tn order to keep in touch with any
potential developments. Hope and
Morton Ftill remained, the former be-
cause he had received instructions
from Washington to stay in Vaidavia
•8 long as there was a possibility of
recovering the lost formula; the latter
because of similar Instructions from
bis uncle, Calvin Montgomery, who
wrote
found
terms
ents.
recovering the formula, however, that
kept/Hope and Morton in Vaidavia;
the real magnet was Cleo.
H< r father's tragic death we I c'nd
heavily upon Cjco, and tt was oftojj
far Into night before she fell asleep
upojpfhcr tear caked pillow, but h« r
days w re seldom lonely, for Jarvis
Hope and Gerald Morton were con-
stant callers But. though she frankly
welcomed the visits of tho suave man-
nered young New Yorker, and listened
with wrapt attention to his gossip of
Fifth-avenue and Broadway, she never
gave him her entire confidence.
Though sne never admitted it. even to
herself, she did not entirely trust him.
There was no question in Hope's mind
as to hfs feelings for Cleo. He was
wholeheartedly, desperately, madly in
love with her, nut. though he felt in-
tuitively that Cleo reciprocated, his
Innate delicacy led him to refrain
from telling her of his love at this
time.
In his will Burke had left every-
thing that he possessed to Cleo. Yet
"everything' consisted of barely $1,000
in the bank, the furniture of tho
house, his extensive scientific library
—and the vanished secret of the sub-
marine. Cleo was under no illusions
regarding the state of her finances.
"I must go to work. Jarvis," she toDf
Hope, with whom she discussed her
financial difficulties and her fflture as
she would with an old family friend.
"1 must find something to do, for at
this rate what little money I have will
soon bo gone. Perhap®^ can get a
position as a secretary, or in a library.
I used to write all daddy's letters and
keep his accounts.” Her voice trem-
bled. n« it always did at mention of
her father, for her grief was still very
new.
“Why don't you dispose ot your
father’s library, Cleo?" he asked one
evening when they were sitting on
the vine-coven:<1 verandah discussing
ber affairs. "You ought to realize a
considc-rable sum from it—enough,
certainly, so that you will not need
to worry about money matters for
some time to come. I’m going over
to San Francisco tomorrow, and. if
you care to have me, 1 will make
some inquiries as to the best way to
dispose ot it. ’
The next evening he called again.
"When I was in town today,” he said,
”1 looked up a friend who is interested
in books, and he put me in touch with
a man named Dawson, the proprietor
of the Dawson Auction room®. I went
to see Dawson, who seems to be a
very decent fellow, and explained that
yon wished to dispose of your father’s
library. He tells me that he is hold-
ins important sale next week and
that, if you wish the books tar go into
i.vi r mv <l< One twok contains
cryptogram and the other the k<-v
Lit lathi r s library which,
was sold only this
books were put into
nustake and she is extre
lous to regain possession t.f them.
Miss Butke was prevented, at the last
moment, from coming to San Francis-
co today, she asked me to < btain from
you the names of the pun . a rs.”
*1 am very glad
Miss Burke,” said
dently Impressed
ticu oi manner.
Her Father’s Tragic Death Weighed
Heavily on Cleo.
floods Tho mad ended in a sheer
precipice, and at the bottom of tho
precipice, forty loot below, swirled tho
river which had dono the damage.
Hope, his mind trained for emergen-
cies, instantly realized that it was im-
possibly to stop. The brakes would
not work in timo to prevent the car
and its occupants from going over
the brink into the stream below. To
turn tho car to one side was equally
impossible, for tire road was bordered
by steep banka, to go down which
meant certain death for all of them.
Tlieir only chance—a chance in a mil-
lion-wav to keep straight ahead in the
slim, slim hope that the car, now trav-
eling at terrific speed, would have suf-
ficient momentum to clear the chasm.
Tightening bls giip upon tho wheel.
Hope jamm-<J his foot against the ac-
celerator. The? ight car was going
so fast that it sec med as though its
whei-ia no longer touched the ground.
Hope could I.ear Hook screaming in
Lis cur; out of the corner of his eye
lie caught a glfmpno of (’leo, with
blanc b<-(| fare and tight-clenched
hands, bot.ldh him. Her lips were
moving. Now only a score ot feet
sepat ate <| them f;om the brink. . . .
tin feet. . . . five . . . and
t!> c ar sailed out into space as though
fastened to th - end of a mlghtjupen-
dulum. Though the flight across the
gulf occ-npi d only a moment of time,
to the thne in the car it seemed in-
terminable*. And when the car reached
the opposite bank it was ten feet
above the level of the highway, g,
it landed as smoolhly as a leaping'
greyhound. Like a tennis ball it re*
bounded once, tw<ce, thrice, and then,
quite uninjured. >it with three white-
faced and shaking passengers, went
tearing down the road in tlia direction
of the distant city.
The clock hands on the campanile
of the Ferry building in San Francisco
pointed to a charter after six when
Hope, now traveling with more re-
spect for the speed laws, swung the
car into Market street. He started to
turn into Kearney street but stopped,
at the signal of a traffic officer, to let
a fire engine patv. It tore up Kearney
street, its si'en hooting a hoarse warn-
ing. and lie followed it. Ahead dense
clouus ot smoke poured from the win-
dows of a corner building. More fire
apparatus was coming. Everyone
was running. A policeman halted
them with peremptory hnnd. "You
can’t come any farther in your car,”
ho ordered.
"We’ll have to walk the rest ot the
way," said Hope, "but it isn’t very far.
Du wson’s place is somewhere in the
,t luoc-k. By Jove, it must be close
(where the fire is!” Pushing their
through the crowd stumbling
|r the lines of fire hose, tho three
me their way forward until they
were opposite tho burning building.
So dense was the smoko, however,
that the building was totally obscured.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew the cur-
tain of smoke momentarily aside. As
it did so Cleo, Hope and Hook gave a
groan ot despair. For across the face
of the doomed structure, in letters
four feet high, they read: "Dawson's
Auction Rooms.’ Even as they looked
there came a rending crash and, amid
a swirl of smoke and a sudden burst
of flame, the walls toppled and fell in.
Somewhere amid that mass of smok-
ing debris, charred beyond recognition
now, was the ledger containing the
names of those who bad purchased the
precious volumes. And In one of
those volumes, now no longer trace-
able, was hidden the secret of the sub-
marine.
Though the car in which Cleo, Hope
and Hook were racing citywards was
not a large one, it made up for its
lack of sfae by the extraordinary
speed which Hope managed to coax
from it. Leaving Vaidavia behind
them, they sped into the open coun-
try . past truck farms and vineyards
and blossoming orchards they shot;
past neat, white farmhouses, peeping
coyly out from amid their blazing gar-
dens. past great ranches whose roll-
ing acru: were dotted with live oaks
Within ti n minutes after the boat
<arryi:;g Olga and Sextus docked at
tin- f irry building, a taxicab droppi-d
them at liawson Auction rooms. Mr.
Itawson, tin- head of the firm, a dlgni
tied man well past the halfci-ntury
mark, was at his desk in an office in
tl*< rear ot the salesroom.
“I am a friend ef Mias Cleo Burke,”
explained Olga. "\gu will remember
that she telephoned y ,u this afternoon
regarding certain books belonging to
1 under-
morning.
My sus-
unfeunded, of
much at stake
v\'e mustn t
for the next train—it may he too
We must go up to town in tny
It isn't a very big one, but it you
will trust yourself to my driving 1’11
get you there as soon, or nearly as
soon, as the train.”
"I want to see this business through
to the finish,' broke in Hoi.k. "Though
I ain t Haid nothin' I’ve had my hub
picions o' that feller Morton ever sincr>
he first ramie a snoopin’ round thi
house. Ef it comes to a scrap with
Miss Cleo
the auction-
detained in
Vaidavia she asked me if 1 would drop
in lu re and get the names of the peo-
ple who bought some books about
which she telephoned you."
“But some other friends of Miss
Burke's have just been hero after the
same list," said Dawson. "They left
with ft not fifteen minutes ago."
“Other friends of Miss Burke?” ex-
claimed Morton, plainly startled.
"Who were they? What were their
names?"
"It never occurred to me to ask
their names,” said Dawson. "There
were two of them; a slender, foreign-
looking man and a tall, dark, hand-
somely dressed woman. I imagine
that she was a foreigner, too.”
"A tall, dark woman and a foreign-
looking man,” repeated Morton, mak-
ing no effort to hide ills perplexity
“I haven t the vaguest idea who they
could be. Perhaps someone to whom
Miss Burke telephoned after I left Vai-
davia. I’m afraid I’ve a reputation
for being very careless and she was
probably afraid that 1 would forget all
about the list. Still, you iiad better let
me have a copy ot it so that i can
prove to her that J'm not as i'orgi tuil
as she imagines."
When he departed a few minutes la-
ter. with the list in his pocket, Ger-
ald Morton was a much-puzzlcd man.
Who could they be. these foreigni rs
who bad so suddenly obtruded them-
selves?
At five minutes to six there stopped
before the DawHoii establishment a
snorting motorcycle. Enter, d Fatint-
ina, dust covered and perspiring.
"I nave come to ‘iiquire about some
books belonging to M1hh Burke he
began, in tl.e preebe spee< h ot au id-
mated Oriental, when Dawson Inter-
rupted I im.
"You re another
Blirke M. | HllppOSe?"
suppchi! you've come
Miss Buiko has been unavoidably de.
tallied and that she Las inked you to
< btain tl.e n.iiir-s i.l the purenaser i i.f
the books, efi? I’yy stood for that
story twlee this afternoon but you
< an't come in here and put it. over en
me a third time."
"What do you mean?' asked Satsu-
ma, in undisguised astonishment, "1
do not understand."
"1 mean exactly what I say,” tftiout-
ed the exasperated auctioneer. "Half
an hour ago in come a girl and a man
who say that they are friends of Miss
Burke and that she’s sent them to get
the names of the people who bought
her fathers books. 1 give them the
names. Ten minutes later a young
fellow arrives in a taxi and in a tear-
ing hurry and tells me the same story
So I give tho names to him. Now you
come along and try to give me the
same Fong and dance. It's too thin,
lay friend, It's too thin.”
“I am not a friend of MIhs Burke,”
paid Satsuma quietly, "and 1 know
nothing of these other people. I wish
to obtain the books for private rea-
sons. If you will give me the names
of the people who bought them I am
quite wi ling to pay you for your trou-
ble,’ and he displayed a twenty dollar
bill.
‘Wen, money talks,” said Dawson,
abruptly altering his tone, "and hanged
if 1 can see what harm there is in
giving you the names. Sit down a
minute while 1 copy them."
| When Satsuma left he was so ab-
i sorbed in his speculations as to the
identity of the mysterious strangers
' who had preceded him, that he failed
to put out his cigarette-stub which he
i ab.si nt rnindedly tossed into the waste-
I basket standing beside Dawson's desk.
I And. it being closing time, Dawson fol-
lowed tin* Japsnesc out, and closed
the door, and locked it. and betook
himself homeward without noticing
that from the wastebasket rose a thin,
faint wisp of smoke.
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