The Week's Review (Apache, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 36, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 6, 1915 Page: 3 of 4
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THE WEEK’S REVIEW, APACHE, OKLA.
i MISSING
I $81,500
By Varick Vanardy
,Copyrighted)
Thrilling, Mysterious and Interesting
CHAPTER XXV.
Patting One Over on Shanghnenay.
Two figures emerged from the shad-
m in the corridor when Shaugh-
SMsy fled down the stairway. One
of them hung back and was dragged
along by the other, who clung to his
wrist.
"Ghosts don’t get scared like that,
themselves, Rat—take it from me.
You purty near had me goin’, too,
with your whimperin’ an’ cryin’ as'
crossin’ yourself ever since you saw
him standin’ under that light. It al-
most got my goat, too. I’m free to
acknowledge that, Rat. I ain’t no
church warden that’s used to ’em.
GhostB ain’t in my line any more’n
they’re in your’n. But I could see
there vas a diff’rence, an’ so could
you. Besides, dead men don’t use
keys to git into doors; they jest
nacherly fades through ’em. Come
on, now, an’ brace up, ’r I’ll hand
you one.”
"Whfctchu goin’ to do?" Rat asked,
• recovering somewhat from his re-
cent fright.
"We’ll tackle our own job first,
now ’t he’s outa the way. After
that, if there’s time, we’ll take a
souint into that other ioint.”
will relieve your indigeation. Many
people in this town have used them
and we have yet to hear of a case where
they have failed. We know the for*
mule. Bold only by ua—25c a box.
Amphlett Bros.
"Say, was That Shauglibe
“Sure, Mike! An’ mehhy f won’t
put it all over him the next time he
gits fresh with me! You watch me.”
“What do you s’pose got his ever-
lastin’ goat that way, Faber?"
“Whv to my way of thinkin’,
there ain’t but one thing that could
’a’ done that, Rat I guess he had
to hurt somebody in there so’s to
make a getaway; an’ like’s not,
since he done for the real Shannon
—’cause that’s the size of this busi-
ness—he’s lost his nerve. Anydiow,
I’m goi.V to find out as soon as I’ve
got what I came here to get.”
“Do you mean that you s’pose he’s
killed somebody in th’re?”
“Looks like it to me, Rat."
“Who?”
"Likely the guy whose name’s on
the door.”
Faber had unlimbered his tools
while talking, and he was as expedi-
tious about the use of them as when
he had jimmied the door of Jess’s
flat.
“You wait," he said to Rat, and
passed inside. Gone but a moment,
he returned with a roll of canvas
beneath his arm, which he passed
into the keeping of the youth. “Hold
that,” he said, “and don’t you lose it.
It ain’t nothin’ but a woman’s pic-
ture, but I’m to git well paid for it,
all the same, providin’ I don’t take
nothin’ else outa the place where I
gets it.”
He passed down the hall and
stopped before the door of Mwreaux’s
studio. Again he made careful se-
lection from among his tools.
“Whatchu goin’ in there for?”
Rat demanded.
sight. The civilian admitted them
with a key. He led them to the ele-
vator, stepped inside, and switched
on the electric current which oper-
ated it. •
Above them, on the tenth floor,
the lone man, breathless from climb-
ing, had found the door of Moroaux’s
studio wide open, with the light ■
stroaming through into the hall, and
he had plunged forward, weapon in
hand, to kill.
For the man was Shaughnessv in
different clothing and without the ,
disguise—Shaughnessy returned to
take sway those drawings and de-
stroy them, and Shaughnessjrs
thought was that Moreaux had re-
turned, or had been hiding during
that first visit to the stiSdio. and that
Jess was probably with him.
Inside the door, he stopped. A
glance as he passed It told him that
it had been jimmied. The broken
easel, the sketches and papers scat-
tered over the floor amid the rest of
the confusion, and the fact that the
picture of himself was missing, next
impressed him.
Utter amazement was upon him
at what he saw, and he ran through
the studio toward the other rooms,
weapon in hand, as the elevator
bearing the civilian and the two
police officers arrived at that floor
and stopped.
in
tra
It
for
fr
V roaux shrugged his shoulder* 1
a gesture which might have beer
iated to mean almost anythirg
upon
0 enrage
a step r
his faco.
ive come
1 betwrer
Jorcaux
Shaughnessy,
»urer, a black
to
in-
pretty non
you and
he said
. “We’re alone, and I don’t
ivr’re likely to be disturbed,
we might just as well have
Who the hell arc you, any-
a
Mr
cis;
thi
and
it now.
how?”
He waited for a reply, and when
none came, and when Moreaux did
not charge his attitude of respectful
and half-amused attention, he went
on:
“That wasn’t any accident, as you
pre tended, getting Jcrs here to pose
as your model. That call you made
upon her, when you left your card
for her to show to me, was a frame-
up, pure and simple. You and Jcsb
are older acquaintances than that.
Where is she, I say? She came here
to you a little before five o’clock last
night, and you knew she was com-
ing. because she telephoned. When
you've answered me that question
I’ll ask you some others that’ll be
harder still. But I want that one
answered first. Where is she—right
now?”
“Evidence, you gink.
Shi
know what
there, that’s wh
I wanta
iaughnessy’8 done in
an’ the next time
put one across to
;hipshape!
—&e way ylour car ougkt to be
before you start on that long trip.
Every bearing well oiled—eJery
nut tightened up—brakes examined
—engine “tuned”—nothing left to
chance.
We’ll do this work for you at a
reasonable charge—
And vJe’ll supply you with nev)
parts, new tools, new batteries,
spare tubes, accessories, and
Goodrich
froaciTires
—die kind you can trust on the
most extended tour.
Folks who want to avoid tire trouble
in their travels this year will
See America First
on Goodrich Tires
LAKE OIL CO.
Apache, Okla.
LOW FARES
to the FAIRS
PANAMA-PACIFIC
INTERNATIONAL
EXPOSITION
San Francisco.
PANAMA-CALIFORNIA
EXPOSITION,
San Diego.
$51.60
From Apache, Okla.
Tickets on sale daily until Nov.
30th. Limit 3 months, not
to exceed Dec. 31it.
You can go one way and re-
turn another. Visit both
Fair* at one cost.
Writ! to
FAY THOMPSON
Division Passenger Agt
Okla. City, Okla.
if muett
A. F. JEFFERY!, Tlekat Agent
by;
he gits uppish I’ll ,------------ .
him that’ll make him duck for cover,
I will. I always thought he was a
crook. There you are. These here
doors are some solid. Rat. Geo! but
it’s light In here. You look around
vou while I search the other rooms.
There ain’t no dead one in this one.”
Rat was staring at the drawing
that had so frightened Shaughnessy,
and paid no heed to Faher, who
darted toward the other rooms and
seeing it, Rat understood, for he was
shrew beyond his years. He saw
in it the same thing that Moreaux
had discovered when he made it—the
vague likeness to Shaughnessy.
Then Rat pieced together the sev-
eral tom fragments of the drawing
that Shaughnessy had destroyed,
recognizing instantly the unmistak-
able likeness of the detective, and he
uttered a low whistle of astonish-
ment, sitting on the floor and lean-
ing against the square standard of
the easel, to think. It rolled away
from him; and, as if the violence of
Shaughnessy when he attacked it
had broken it the whole thing fell
apart and cluttered to the floor
around the youth, littering him with
dust and fugitive sketches and what-
not that the single drawer in the pe-
destal disgorged.
He put the four pieces of the torn
portrait of Shaughnessy one upon
another to take them away with
him, which some instinct bade him
to do. A rough sketch of a pretty
face caught his eye, and he added it
to the pile. He was young enough
so that pictured faces appealed to
him, and he seized upon the lot that
had fallen from the broken drawer,
and rolled the whole together.
He was on his feet, with the roll
under his arm, when Faber returned,
and they spied at the same time the
articles of value that Shaughnessy
had collected.
Fabsr ~athered them in.
“We’ll whack up even on this,
Rat,” he said. “There ain’t no dead
man in hero, and 1 give it up what
it was that scared—Hello! He
slapped his knee. “That picture’s
what done it.”
“There was a picture of Shaugn
himself on that thing that’s busted,"
said Rat. “He tore it up, but I’ve
;ot it here.” He tapped the roll un-
ier his arm.
“For the love of Mike, look here!”
Faber exclaimed. He had turned the
third easel, and disclosed the sketch
of Crewe that Jess had made.
“What’r’ we up against, anyhow,
kid? Crewe and Shaughnessy and
Shannon and—Look over there, son I
If that ain’t the face of Shannon’s
jess on that canvas, I’ll eat it. Say,
here's me for the thick covers. This
here place ain’t healthy."
He darted from the room with
agility born of long practice in ex-
pert getaways, and Rat followed af-
ter, also badly frightened by that
glimpse of the picture of Crewe; for
Rat feared Crewe more than he did
the low or prison-ban.
They ran down eight of the stair-
ways, and were approaching the top
of the last one when Faber halted,
seized Rat, dapped a hand over the
lad’s mouth, and drew him hastily
into the deeper darkness of the em-
brasure of a near-by doorway.
They stood without breathing
while • pat-pat-pat of softly falling
footsteps ascended the stain, passed
around the elevator shaft, and
mounted the next ones. Nor did they
venture to move away for a Ion*
time after that. Then they glided
down the last stairway and out of
the building, parting, and taking op-
posite directions the instant the door
was passed.
Within the building a man
. lounted swiftly to the tenth floor,
breathing laboriously by the time he
arrived then. And outside of it
throe men, two of them in uniform
the third in civilian's dress, crossed
the street end approached that en-
whkk neither Shaughneesy
Bat had need that
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CHAPTER XXVI.
A Detective’s Stratagem.
“It looks as if a cyclone had struck
it,” was the comment made by
Moreaux when he stepp d inside of
his own studio. "The burglar has
gone, office . We arrived here too—
Why, hello! What are you doing
here?”
Shaughnessy had appeared upon
the threshold between the bedroom
and the studio. And the man was
Shaughnessy the operative, not
Shaughnessy tha ghost of Shannon.
He nodded curtly’ to the artist.
Both the policemen knew him and
saluted.
"I guess you must smell ’em out,
lieutenant,” one of the officers re-
marked. “This gentleman comes to
me on post, and he says he seen a
light in his studio window when it
hadn’t oughter be there; and I calls
to Thompson, who ain’t far off, and
up we comes, slick as you please,
and finds you here before us."
“I saw no light, but I did see, or
thought I saw, two shadows running
away from the Blank Street door.
Then I found a key in the lock of the
door, and, as the shadows had flitted,
I came inside to investigate. I
walked up the stairs, and kept com-
ing till I found this. 1 don’t believe
I was in this room five minutes
ahead of you, Sweeney.”
“Were there two men here?" Mo-
reaux asked.
“Yes. Look ! Both of them wore
sneakers, and both of them managed
to step on that pastel-dust, which
must have fallen out of the drawer
of that easel when it was knocked
over. See ?”
They did zee. It was true Two
footprints of noticeably different
sizes were plainly impressed side by
ride upon the patch of powdered
blue chalk that had fallen with so
many other things from the drawer
of the broken easel. The corrugated
maiks of the rubU^-soled sneakers
were plainly in evidence, and Lieu-
tenant Shaughnessy had been quick
to take advantage of the fact.
“I met Officer Compton outside
just a few minutes ago, Sweeney.
He is your roundness, isn’t he?”
Shaughnessy added by way of
clincher. And then, without await-
ing > reply, he wheeled upon Mo-
reaux. “And I would like to ask you,
sir, how that picture happens to be
here?” He pointed a finger at the
Shannon picture. “And that one?”
He pointed toward the sketch of
Crewe.
Moreaux smiled. Instead of
plying directly, he said:
‘ ‘There was still another which
should be here and is not. Those?
Oh, I made a sketch of that fellow
Shannon at the morgue, and I fel
to wondering what he might have
looked like in good health—ao I
made that one. Rather good, don’t
you think? And that one? I don't
know that chap. A friend of mine
made that one. She called him
Crewe, I think, or something like
that."
"She did? Who was It?" Shaugh-
nessy’s eyes narrowed, and he fixei
them without expression upon Mo-
reaux.
“A Miss Stacey, who poses for me.
That is her face up there in that
picture I’ve just begun. There isn’t
mnch done to it as yet, but it’s a
good likeness of her already.”
“Where could I find Miss Stacey.
Mr. Moreaux? I’d like to ask her
about that picture of Crewe she
made."
"Why, you know her. She was
here the laat time you were in this
studio. You told me, don’t you re-
member, that Bhe used to be calle<
"Yes. I remember. Never mine
that. Where can I And her—now?
“She’s in bed in her home, most
likely. It’s four o’clock nearly, and
it’s getting daylight.” He gave a
bill to Sweeney. ,THer» is something
for you and Thompson to put in the
poor-box next Sunday," he said;
“and I won't keep you any longer.
You won’t mind walking down
How about you Mr. Shaughnessy?
“I’ll stay—for a further talk with
you, Mr. Moreaux."
For just sn instant there was a
flutter of doubt in the artist’s eyes
as to the wisdom—or convenience—
of Shaughnessy’s remaining after
the others had gone. • But it disap-
peared as quickly aa it came, and he
nodded ana pasw»d into one of the
adjoining rooms while the two uni-
formed policemen were saluting and
taking their departure. He had re-
turned to the doorway and stood
upon the threshold of it when
Shaughnessy wheeled to confront
him.
“Where’s Jess?" he asksd.
“My dear fellow! How in the
world should I know where she is at
this bout?" . . .
"You do know—and I want to
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re-
CH ATT KR XXVII.
Shaughnessy Afraid.
"Oh, I will answer the question
with perfect directness, if that is
what you want. Shaughnessy,” Mo-
reaux replied with the trace of a
srr' c about the corners of his mouth.
“I don’t know where she is."
“You lie.”
All the lassitude and ease of posi-
tion left Birge Moreaux with the
suddenness of a flash of light, and
he had taken a stride forward ami
shot out his right arm before there
was the slightest opportunity for
Shaughnessy to anticipate the act.
An observer, had there been one,
would have said that Moreaux had
invited the word that had impelled
the attack, and that his manner hail
been of studious purpose to throw
the other off his guard.
It is certain that the clenched fist
of the artist caught Shaughnessy
upon the neck under his chin before
the latter could raise his own hands
or otherwise avoid the blow.
And there was power behind it.
The big operative went to the floor
in a crumpled heap, not stunned, but
sick—with every ounce of resistance
gone from him by that shock to his
whole nervous system. He could no
more have risen to his own defense
after that blow, than had he antici-
pated it, or its paralyzing effect.
Yet he remained conscious, and his
eyes rolled in his head while he
floundered upon the floor in an effort
to reach for the weapon that he
carried in his pocket.
But Moreaux, suddenly become a
man of swift action, thrust a hand
into one of hiB side pockets of
Shaughrr ■ y’s coat and drew out the
handcul iich every plain-clothes
man c s with him, and he
snappe1 n upon Shaughnessy’s
wrists wuii the ease and assuredness
that the operative himself might
have employed had the conditions
been reversed.
Then, with surprising strength, he
assisted Shaughnessy to his feet,
and grasping him by th coat be-
neath his arms, walked the yet
partly helpless man in front of him
across the studio and through the
open doorway to the elevator shaft.
Shaughnessy was beginning to
swear, but Moreaux seemed not to
hear. His calm and handsome fea-
tures had settled into a hardness of
expiession that was foreign to them.
He guided his. captive into the cage,
stepped in after him, threw on the
lever, and they shot downward.
At the bottom of the shaft he
guided Shaughnessy in the same
manner toward the Blank Street
door, pulled it open, shoved the oper-
ative into the street, and closed it
again—and then he twisted a small
brass knob between his thumb and
fingers, thus shooting an extra bolt
into commission and rendering a key
to that door useless.
And he did It all without uttering
one word in response to the profane
protests of the conquered man whose
vocabulary powers had been restored
much more rapidly than his vitality.
Then he returned to the elevator and
to his studio on the tenth floor.
Shaughnessy found himself upon
the street at dawn with his hands
locked together In front of him by
his own handcuffs, with a deadly
faintness not unlike nausea biting at
his vitals, and with the overwhelm-
ing sense of his own defeat—and
perhaps disaster as well—enraging
every impulse within him to mad-
ness. For suddenly he was beset by
actual terror of the man who had
overcome him so easily.
Shaughnessy was afraid.
(To be Continued)
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I have received shipments of new goods this week from
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SOLDERING OUTFIT: Will pay for itself many times
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RUBBERSET SHAVING BRUSHES, sold most pines
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ROYER’S CASH STORE
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Review Building Apache, Okla
Sam Sing Launch
Work neatly done by hand at home. Bring me
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family Washings A Specialty.
STOMACH TROUBLE
FOR FIVE YEARS
Majority el Frieads Thought Mr.
Hifbes Would Dia, Bet
On* Helped Him to
Recovery.
Pomeroyton, Ky.—In interesting ad-
vices from this place, Mr. A. J. Hughes
writes as follows: “I was down with
stomach trouble for live (5) years, and
would have sick headache so bad, at
times, that I thought surely I would die.
I tried different treatments, but they
did not seem to do me any good.
I got so bad, I could not eat or sleep,
end all my friends, except one, thought 1
would die. He advised me to try
fbodtord's Black-Draught, aad quit
taking other medicines. I decided 0l(
lake his advice, although I did not havgt
any confidence la It.
I have now been taking Black-Dran^S
lor three monthe, and It haa cured me—^
haven't had those awful alok headaches
•ince I began using It.
I am so thankful for what Bleckh
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Thedford'a Black-Draught haa beeW
found a very valuable medicine lor de*
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la composed of pure, vegetable herbe,
contains no dangerous Ingredients, an 4
acts gently, yet surely. It can be freely
used by young and old, and should be
kept in every family cheat.
Qet a package today.
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