Pulp Fiction, 1927 · page 116 of 168
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590 “ Will he drag that mob with him every- where?” _ “He will.” _ “Hot dog, what a joy ride!” Larry attempted to restore the craft of dignity to an even keel. “Paul Muller used to be a university instructor,” he said. ‘‘ The colonel likes the simple, understandable way he explains things. Miss Morgan is going as her father’s representative—” ‘““ And to cop off a million dollars’ worth of publicity!” This Larry ignored. “ Mrs. Islington is going as Miss Morgan’s chaperon.” A man broke in with: “Who is this mysterious Gore woman?” “J don’t know anything about her ex-, cept that she is the wife of a vivisectionist who assisted Professor Morgan.” “Where is Gore?” “J don’t know.” ‘“'Where’s he from?” “T don’t know anything about him. I never met him. His work in connection with Professor Morgan’s experiments was kept secret from every one. He cleared out when the experiment was finished.” “ Washington has a crush on the Morgan girl, hasn’t he?” “Certainly not!” Larry snapped. ‘“ Aw, how do you get that way? You’ve got one on her yourself!” Larry retorted angrily: “ You’ve got a big story, haven’t you? Why not leave sil- liness out for a change?” “T’ve been reading up on Washington as a young man,” a réporter said. “He's fallen for this Morgan wren like the pro- ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. verbial ton of bricks. It may be silly, but it’s news.” Larry insisted: “ If he falls in love with Miss Morgan, I'll know all about it; I'll tell you.” A chorus of jeers apprized him that the reporters’ Opinion of him was unchanged. They would probably remain suspicious, skeptical, and sore until the bitter end. ‘‘ The Islington dame is making.a harder play for him than the Morgan girl,” said one of them. “She razzes him and he eats it up.” “ Washington never understood women,” a reporter from the Chicago Tribune put in seriously. “ He was turned down by one of them after another. His technique must have been awful. If he doesn’t watch his step, Sally Islington or Polly Morgan will make a sap out of him. I agree with Gal- loway on that angle. If we play up this girl stuff he’s going to get sore. You saw how riled he got this morning when we began whipsawing him on prohibition. My dope is to lay off the girl stuff.” Larry quickly added: “That is sound dope. Washington will begin paying attention to the papers pretty soon, and if you make a fool of him, he’ll close down on all of you.” The reporters drifted off to file their stories, and Larry made his way to the tele- phone tent, where booths had been installed. The switchboard operator informed him that,.of the hundreds of calls that had been coming in for him since early morning, at least every third one had originated in the office of Groten Wafer, chairman of the New York reception committee. In next week’s, the concluding installment, there will be revealed the machinations of the arch-villain of history, and you will have, bared before you, the man Washington. Le} U U IT’S A LIE! By GORDON STILES Our Complete Novelette next week carries-its hero into such surprising situations that he keeps constantly telling himself that what’s happening to him can’t be true. Plenty of action and real thrills. (E@) ibook (E(0)