Pulp Fiction, 1923 · page 79 of 172
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(<n ait, ,,, oy all s By FRANK BLIGHTON Author of ‘‘ The Pagan,”’ ‘* The invisible Bargilar,’’ ete. CHAPTER XVIII. OUT AGAIN! HE mystery of how the jumble of miscellaneous but entirely innocous articles came to be in his bag instead of his own possessions, so likely to be con- Strued as incriminating, dazed Arthur. ~ Then, slowly, his perplexity faded away. To himself the prisoner said: “ Bless that little Irish daughter of a quick-witted race. I see how she managed it. She was gone quite a while, when I first got in. She was suspicious of Foster. So she went up to my room, and put in all that junk, thinking he might be up to some mischief. “But how did she unlock it, when I had the key in my pocket all of the time? Hold hard, my scientific soul—here’s an- other equation.” He looked over at his captors. “Gentlemen,, may I be permitted to smoke?” he asked. The captain nodded. The quiet, well-bred request, coupled with the dignified bearing which had so puzzled him, counted much in the prisoner’s favor. “Have a chair, Mr. Tower,” said the captain, “until I talk with these officers. I guess,”’ he smiled, but not in the offensive way Lyons leered, “ you won’t fade out on us, will you, while we’re in the other room?” : “No, sir,” said Arthur Tower, choking back his jubilation. ‘“‘ I am subject te your jurisdiction, until I am arraigned in court. IT don’t yet know just what I was arrested — for, in the first place. I think it’ s alla mis- understanding. = The prisoner, of course,. had no idea whatever that he was in the ante-room of the miracle department which had matched its scientific resources against his elusive- ness—and won out so handily, s> Cassidy came out of the other room car- rying some typewritten sheets. He was followed by Lyons, who sullenly replaced the bag’s contents, returned the key to Shae with his money, and a request to count it. This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for July 28. 549 Ecomichook