Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 98: what you’re looking at

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_ mistake. 568 reached first, by a man who asked who in Schofield had the mark “ ATx” on his clothing. | As for the rest of it, the professor added: ‘““T was again asked, early Friday morn- ing, by a man claiming to be speaking from police headquarters in New York, what I knew about you, your character and friends. I told them there must be some They asked, very insistently, about friends, if any, in or near New York. Believing you to be above reproach, I told them of the Morans.” _ Arthur assured him it was all a mistake. Then he hung up. He opened his trunk, spread out his meager stock of linen, and counted every piece.. One handkerchief was gone. He smiled down at his wardrobe. “Not bad,” mused the owner of the linen. “ I’m minus one handkerchief. I’m compelled to admire the quality of a brain that conceived the idea of cataloguing laundry marks as a means of identifica- tion. “ Boston probably has a similar card file in headquarters for police purposes. It was simple, yet scientific and accurate.” Two of the perplexities were now re- solved. He was en rapport with his employer. He knew how the police had found him. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, He sent for his bill, paid it, sent his bag- gage back to the same railway station, met the same transferagent, and by like meth- ods to those used before his trunk was transferred to the Hotel Wisconsin, another huge hotel in another section of gigantic Gotham. Here he had luncheon and then took a short nap. Awaking, he went out to a public ex- change and called up Felice. He wanted to make sure that she was all right. The presence of the, masked intruder the night before was hardly to be expected a second time, especially during daylight, and with her father expected any hour. For reasons connected with his employ- ‘ment, Arthur had found it inexpedient to call upon Mr. Moran at his office, as Felice had suggested. He also wanted to tell her of the circumstance’ of finding the wire to her father’s private telephone in the library sheared off short. It was a very myste- rious thing, especially when Cassidy and Lyons, according to Foster, had used the line so recently. Felice happened to reply to the call in person. — Her thin, febrile tone, however, quite shocked Arthur Tower out of the sense of content which the events of the forenoon had bred in him. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK U U U : THE MYSTERY Wipes rushing toward the shore - Two waves each other race; They crash as one and then once more Leave for their starting place. Their starting place! Ah, where is that? Will some one answer me? — I’m sure I don’t know where it’s at; It is a mystery. Each wave must have its starting place Somewhere out in the sea— No starting place, there’d be no race; Explain this thing to me! _ George A. Wright. Gomicboo — — SiaEO)