Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 4, 1925 — page 170: what you’re looking at

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960 he threw the butt negligently in the direc- tion of the nearest brass limbo for such things, but missed it by a quarter of an inch. That did not disturb him as half a dozen other similar failures by others were indicated by cigar butts and cigarette ends. Bull had just put the match to another cigar when his hand suddenly stopped mid- way in the action of throwing away the match. For a most remarkable spectacle developed. A rather primly dressed, middle- aged woman of undoubted refinement of person, manner, and dress had risen from a near-by chair and was striding toward where the discarded cigar butt lay on the floor, a little apart from the others. As she approached it she took out a hat- pin and speared Bull’s cigar butt with it. His astonishment and amusement at the Strange proceeding was reflected in the faces of several other gentlemen of un- doubted sporting proclivities near by who witnessed the scene. Bull had always prided himself on his ready wit. Winking at the others, he rose and approached the surprising woman. She was carefully—most carefully—placing the cigar butt in a box of cardboard she seemed to have brought along. Bowing with ex- ageerated gallantry, he took a whole cigar from his vest pocket and held it out to her. ‘¢ Here, lady, never say I ain’t given you anything!” he said gravely. At the guffaw of laughter that sounded Bull winked again. Then his expression changed. For the surprising woman chose to take high offense. THE Established 1860 Divide the small cost by the extra yeas. of service.. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, ‘* How dare you speak to me!” she cried shrilly. ‘‘ How dare you ridicule me before all these men! Who gave you permission to address me at all?” Her outbreak attracted the attention of several husky men who hurried over. “Lady, I’m a plain-clothes man,” said one of them, edging up to Bull, whose face suddenly grew sharp with tension. ‘ What’s he done to vou?” ‘“ He insulted me!” she cried. insist on his arrest!” ‘“ All right, mister, you'll have to come along then!” the plain-clothes man said, laying his hand on Bull’s arm. For an instant Bull’s eyes blazed with lightning debate with himself. Then see- ing the queer woman’s persisting indigna- tion, he grinned, shrugged his shoulders, and said: ‘Oh, all right, I'll go. a man for this!” “And I They can’t hang But they did. For at Bull Redfield’s trial it was proved that he had followed, shot, and killed ‘Shim ” Belford, whose testimony when he turned State’s witness against his gang of fellow counterfeiters, had sent Bull's brother Sam to Atlanta prison. And the bit of evidence that connected him with the murder of “Slim” Belford in Meig’s City was a bitten cigar end. For it corresponded perfectly to the cast of the teeth marks about a cigar butt found in Drake’s Alley in Meig’s City near “ Slim ” Belford’s body. END WINDOW SHADE FABRICS SHADE ROLLERS iGbook