Argosy All-Story Weekly, August 9, 1924 — page 103: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE FLAT TIRE. rob it. That evidence is in a private safe- deposit box, and that box is in Dick Cry- der’s name—and Dick has the key!’ If he wanted to steal it he wouldn’t bother with my safe.” Manning stopped talking right there. He shut up like a clam. Dick grinned at him in a pitying sort of way. That red haired cop announced with his oily, barber’s smile, ‘I told you it was an inside job all along!” ‘“You’d never have proved it if Cora hadn’t believed in me,” Dick said proudly. ‘“‘ ‘You were slow getting here after I phoned. If it hadn’t been for Cora we’d have lost Manning and you might be packing me home in an ambulance! He was putting up a wonderful scrap.” He grinned. “ But Cora put up a better one!” And so, a little at a time, I got the low- down on the whole affair. Captain Logan was certain that the interests who wanted to suppress that damaging evidence had Le] Uw 258 planted a man somewhere in the Bowman staff to find out about it. Mr. Bowman trusted Dick and the detective did, too, after his investigation. And Dick suggest- ed that he be the goat for everything that happened in order to lead on whoever was trying to get into the boss’s safe. The whole thing came to a head when Dick learned through one of the acquaintances he made in that fast dance hall crowd that Carlyle Manning was working for a private detective agency that wasn’t at all par- ticular about rough stuff. So Dick’s sudden wildness was nothing but apple sauce. Why, the original idea was suggested by Carlyle Manning’s spread- ing his insinuating remarks about the ter- rible danger of heredity. Manning looked pretty sick when he learned that and sicker when the court gave him ten years for burglary. Mr. Bowman is going to give a dance for the whole staff when Dick and I are mar- ried. Le] Lo] TWO RIVALS CHAT WE the two women who love you, sit And chat with each other gay and sweet, Planning to use each weapon of wit And lure and soul; one will know defeat: One of us two Must live life through Without the smile and the touch of you. Which shall it be? She smiles at me; I give her a bit of flattery; She gives me a gracious touch of praise. (Women, women! and women’s ways! ) And then, as she rises to go, I speak A polite regret, and I kiss her cheek. We chat with each other gay and sweet. If hate could kill, I’d lie at her feet Or she at mine—as we both know, We, the two women who love you so! Mary Carolyn Davies. comiclaoolkks GO)