The Argosy, April 1916 — page 105: what you’re looking at

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A LADY IN DISTRESS. away to stroll languidly through the lower rooms and admire the objects of art. Pender heard a shrill feminine scream of terror, and he ran to the library, to find Pat in gales of merriment and one of the young housemaids in hysterical tears. ‘‘He—he—tr—tried to kiss me, Mr. Pen- der,’” wailed the girl, “‘an’ he wouldn’t let me go!”’ ‘Some little peach, Tom!” chuckled Pat jovially. And then the host knocked his guest down. The fallen Lothario wept tipsily when he recovered consciousness, and as the two other guests began to mumble protests at the flagrant breach of hospitality the door- bell rang. Pender heard the voice of the second-man raised for a moment in spirited altercation, then there were heavy footfalls in the hall and four men strode into the library. One of them was the town marshal of Pefiderton, two were deputy sheriffs and the fourth was one of the county’s honorary deputy sheriffs, Mr. Witherbee. ‘““‘What’s all this?” exclaimed Tom. “Everybody here is under arrest!” de- clared the town marshal pompously. “I 95 want one Tony Ross, to be held for extradi- tion to New York State. He’s wanted for burglary and assault with a dangerous weapon in New York city. And I want his three pals—accessories before and after the fact—Patrick Cafarelli, Phillip Mahony and Thomas Pender—all members of a band of crooks known as the Bull Pups.” “That’s a lie!” cried Tom. “I ain’t—and never was—a member o’ the Bull Pups.” ‘“‘Never mind!” snarled ,the marshal, “vou’re a pup, all right enough, and the breed don’t matter much.” Mr. Witherbee, with his habitual grin, could not remain silent. “It is plain, now, Mr. Pender,” he sneered, ‘“‘why you wanted to keep this es- tate. More carefully conducted by a cleverer crook than you are, it would have been a capital refuge and asylum for the criminals of New York.” ‘““Whatever you’re going to do, officer,” said Tom harshly, “go ahead with it. If you give this feller Witherbee a chance to talk any more you'll have to take me on a murder charge, or something close to it.” “Put the bracelets on ’em all!” com- manded the marshal, nodding to the two deputies. (To Be Concluded.) In | )istres —— Rex Farson I. = ON’T forget your pin this time.” LD “Good Lord!” Barry exclaimed. “T had forgotten it. You certainly are a life-saver, Elsie. Thank you.” He hurried back into his room. There were moments when Barry Lathram almost wondered if he had not made a mistake in having chosen another than Elsie Simmons to be the future wife of the noted author he was most distinctly yet to become. Only, of course, Elsie was not of the mental or social caliber of Bernice Mere- MICLOOOK C@