m_I
“I am going straight to
biro.”
“Now!” He is not easy to
get hold of, unless lie wishes,
but at any rate you can try.”
j “I intend to. So long, sir!”
' Leonard Grath left the law
yer’s office with his usual im
petuosity, and ran whistling
down the stairs. Burebardt s
office was near the Krungstrad
park, and the young man
crossed the road to get into the
shade of the lime trees. It was
a beautiful, sunny morning,
the beds were gay with flow
ers, and a great many people
Were about. A well dressed
man, carrying a small but ex
pensive camera, passed hirn,
‘turned quickly, and raised the
camera; a click, and it was
done. So rapid were the man’s
movements, that Leo did not
at first realize that he himself
had been the target of the
camera. He took the eigaret
from his mouth, and shouted:
“I say, you there! You, sir!”
But at that minute the un
known photographer boarded
a passing tram, and was
,whirled away.
' “What next? wondered
Leo. “Another one who
wants to know what I look
like! I seem to he very much
in demand!” He looked round
liim in perplexity, and was
presently aware of an uncanny
feeling that ho was being
watched by someone in the
crowd. Yet wherever be
turned, he could see no one
whom he knew, or who ap
peared to recognize him. Lights
and shadows flickered through
the green leaves, and the sun
shine lighted up pretty faces
and summer costumes. He be
gan to feel dazed, and sat down
on one of the green benches.
“I must be dreaming,” he
thought. “This is all too
atrange to he true. Yes, of
course I am dreaming.”
lie got up, walked on a short j
way, then stopped again. “Tf
only I had the smallest, idea
what is up!” lie laughed. “1
shall go and see Wallion.”
Ten minutes later he entered
the offices of the Daily Courier
and asked for Maurice Wral
lion, half expecting to be
laughed at for his pains, and
informed that no such person
was known there. Hut the
young and energetic reporter
to whom he addressed his in
quiries, looked at him atten
tively, and said: “Did you
make an appointment to meet
him beret”
“Not exactly. ”
“Then I’m afraid it is no use
your waiting.”
“But I have had a letter
from him.”
“Ah, that alters the case,”
observed the reporter, opening
an engagement book. ‘‘What
name, please!”
‘‘Leonard Grat.li,” replied
the oilier in surprise.
‘‘That’s good!” said the re
porter with a smile, immedi
ately becoming much more
friendly in his manner; ‘‘my
name is Robert Lang, and you
are expected.”
‘‘Expected! ” echoed L(^o,
nrnre astonished than ever.
‘‘^es, but I ran It'll you at
once that nobody knows why,
except Wall ion. I am bis as
aisiant, and I believe he is most
anxious to see you. Unfortu
nately he is out at present. I
haven t seen him since yester- !
day evening, but step into his
room, and we’ll see.”
They went into a small room
leading off the corridor, and
the cheery young reporter went
briskly to the telephone. Af
ter ringing up several places,
he said:‘‘l can’t get on to him,
he is neither at his house, nor
at any of the places where we
can usually get word to him.
It’s always the way! Some
times he disappears for weeks
Fight Over Subway
X Control Is Expected
NEW YORK—(API—The fre
quency of exciting proxy battles In
recent months has recalled to old
timers in Wall street the Gould
Hsrrlman fight for control of the
Northern Pacific railroad In 1907
when even prize fighters were al
lowed to use their bare fists.
The Standard Oil of Indiana
Childs restaurants and a big east
ern candy chain store have been
wrested in turn from those in con
trol by waging old fashioned p«h
s
on end. and we can do nothing
but wait until lie thinks fit to
turn up again.
Leo smiled, but he felt ter
ribly disappointed.
“The worst of it is, that
there is no time to lose,’’ he
remarked. “I fear it may be
too late as it is.’’
“But you hinted that Wal
lion knows something about it
already T”
“Yes, so I understand.”
“Then you needn’t worry.
He won’t let it be too late.”
Robert Rang said this with a
calm certainty that impressed
Leo, whilst it made him feel
more curious than ever.
“Do you know what your
friend the Problem-hunter
wants me for?”
“No, but that doesn’t mat
ter. I am only his assistant,
his sublieutenant, so to speak
9 9
Here, the conversation was
interrupted, as Robert Lang
was called away. Reo wan
dered round the room, which
was filled with bookcases, files
of newspapers, and card-index
cabinets. On the large writ
ing table lay manuscripts, pho
tographs, foreign newspapers,
and several volumes of works
of reference. The young man
could see from a distance that
one of the photographs was
that of a charming girl, whose
dark and rather appealing eyes
seemed to be gazing right into
his own. He could not resist
tlie temptation to pick up the
portrait and examine it more
closely.
What a pretty girl, lie
thought: “brown eyes, decid
edly—and black hair: an Ital
ian, perhaps? Or no, more like
ly a Russian, with that heart
shaped face, arched eyebrows,
and audacious though sensitive
mouth.”
And here, Reo noticed some
thing which made him open his
own mouth, and stare like one
bewitched. In the lower cor
ner of the picture was written:
Sonia Bernin, The Copper
House.
CHAPTER 111.
Wall ion Meets B.22, and Cer
tain Remarkable Episodes in
a Great Man’s Career Are
Described, With the
Desired Effect
Maurice Wallion quitted the
neighborhood of room 23 ra
ther hurriedly, as soon as the
baron had gone in: not from
fear—there was no such word
in his vocabulary—but because,
in consequence of this some
what unexpected commence
ment of hostilities, he found
himself suddenly involved in a
regular network of complicat
ed problems.
Bernard Jenin s unexpect
ed arrival had completely up
set liis plans, and forced him to
show his hand prematurely to
a powerful, prompt and intelli
gent adversary, who would
certainly stick at nothing in
the way of frustrating him. He
did not regret the opportunity
of dealing the first blow, for
his frankness had probably
baffled the baron at the start;
but he foresaw that the ap
proaching struggle would he a
fierce though brief one—brief,
because in the course of a few
hours he must either he defi
nitely beaten, or in possession
of the information which
would make it possible for him
♦ o place the matter in the
hands of the police. It was,
therefore, important for him to
get quickly and surely to work,
before Baron Fa.verling had
had time to call up reinforce
ments.
He slipped out of the hotel,
and jumped into a train, bound
for the northern district. He
wondered which way Jenin
had gone, for it disturbed htu
a little that he had been able
to do nothing for the unfortu
nate young fellow, beyond bur- 1
ttcal campaiogns among the stock
holders.
Now the report is current tha*
the Interborough Rapid Transit
company of New York will be fought
over by a group which already con
trols 67,000 of the 350,000 outstand
ing shares of stock.
Immediately alter the United
StaNtes supreme court denied the
lnterborough's petition for a 7 cem
fare the financial district heard re
ports th * a committee was being
farmed the purpose of corralling
stockholders’ proxies in sufficient
number to overthrow the presem
rying him away, with an urg
ent warning to keep clear of
Fayerling’s spies, and in ease
of need ‘o take refuge in the
offices of the Daily Courier.
T here was undoubtedly
something mysterious about
Jenin himself, but Wallion con
soled himself with the thought
that the young man's fate
would soon he settled in one
way or another, and lie decided
to mention 1be matter to Rob
ert. Lang. For the time being,
he had more important busi
ness to attend to. The tram
turned into Tegncr street and
he got out. lie walk .1 slowly
up the street, stopped opposite
one of the ugly, gray, five
storied houses, and began,
quite unostentatiously, to
watch the windows on the first
floor.
He had known for the Inst
month, that this was one or
Ortiz’ headquarters, and he
suspected that Ortiz himself
had stayed there for some time
at the beginning of the year.
It was ostensibly a Finnish
hoarding house, but it was not
advertised as such, and there
never seemed to be any rooms
to let except to lodgers recom
mended by the baron or by
Tassler. For the time being,
the only lodgers were three
persons who had recently ar
rived from Russia, and had
some sort of regular work at
the Finno-Russian Import and
Export company. Rasta kov,
too, generally stayed there,
whenever he did not happen to
he af Hie Copper House. Wal
lion took it for granted that
the man who was known as
15.22, and had shadowed den in
on his journey to Stockholm,
would come here, and lie was
already considering the advisa
bility *of setting Robert Lang
to watch t he house, when he
suddenly saw nunseu
come out of the door, and go
quickly down the street.
The journalist was some
what taken aback by this un
expected apparition; it was
quite obvious that something
unusual had happened to the
spy, i'or he kept looking round,
and Wallion could sec that he
appeared very nervous.
The journalist, thought, for a
bit. What had happened? R22
had evidently gone straight to
the boarding house from the
hotel, and had apparently
found some trouble awaiting
him. Nothing was to be seen
ftt the windows.
Feeling rather puzzled, lie
bi gnn to follow the man, who
turned hurriedly down one
side street after another, be
having more and more strange
ly. lie stoo l still now and
then, staring anxiously behind
him with his large dark eyes,
ami not taking the slightest
notice of the journalist; his
hands figeted in and out of his
coatpoekets, and his lips moved
as though he were whispering
to himself. Then he darted
forward again, through a pas
sage that intersected a corner
building, and cut across an ad
joining churchyard.
Wallion, who began to grow
tired of this extraordinary
game, stepped quickly up, and
lapped him on the shoulder:
“Good morning, my friend,’
he exclaimed, “why this hur
ry!”
The man started so violently
that he nearly fell; \\ allion
caught hold ot him. ‘‘Now
then, no nonsense! he said
sternly. “1 know everything,
and 1 want to have a talk with
you. It’ you tell me the truth,
I may he able to help you.
lli* tBrew out this remark by
way of a feeler, but the man
took it literally; a look of re
lief appeared on his haggard
face, and he said doubtlull.v:
“Are you one of Jenin s
friends) 1 don't know you,
what do you want with me?
Are you a detective, by any
chance!” lie added suspicious
ly
“No, 1 am a newspaper re
porter,” said Wall ion, still
keeping hold of his arm.
“Come along with me.”
They went into a small, emp
ty cafe, and sat down at a ta
ble in an inner room. B.-- re
mained silent and watchful,
but Wall ion left him no time
for consideration.
“1 won’t ask you your real
executive voting trust, composed of
Frank Hedley and Frank L. Polk.
In some quarters the idea ot a
‘stockholders' revolt” in the Inter
oorough is considered impossible be
cause of an arrangement whereby
she Hedley-Polk group is believed
so hold a mandate for voting nine
‘enths of the stock until 1932.
Modern proxy lights are courte
ous, kid glove affairs compared with
hose of the Oould-Haniman days.
Wall street does not look for an
other spectacular open market
.druggie in this era of financial en
liehUHiment.
name, 11.22/' said ho, “but you
Imd better be quite straight
with me, or it may be the worse
for you. You have a rotten
set of friends, my lad, and it is
nigh time you quit working
with them. Now tell me, what
is going on at the boarding
house?”
“Yes, I will tell you,” the
fellow burst out excitely. “1
will have no more to do \ ith
them, they are going too far. 1
don't want to lose my life
> f
• • •
II is eyes were blootshot,
and he tugged at his collar as
1 hough he felt a halter round
his neck already. He flung
himself suddenly across the ta
ble, and seized the journalist
by the sleeve. “Help me,” he
'stammered, “I am afraid of
ll.em! Ortiz is coming, and he
witl ruin us all, if nobody can
stop him.”
Wallion looked sharply at
him. He had already observed
him in the hotel, and had
formed Ins conclusions as to
the man’s character. “Since
when have you made up your
mind to betray Ortiz?”
B.22 hung his head. “Since
yesterday,” he replied indis
tinctly. “When Bernard Jenin
told me what Tarrachin’s mem
orandum was about, I was
afraid to have anything more
to do with it—it is altogether
too ghastly ...”
He really seemed to he hesi- I
tating, and Wallion decided to
come to the point quickly, for
there was no time to waste in
unnecessary preliminaries.
“How much do you know
about Ortiz?” he asked.
“I? Nothing. They told me
that lie was the boss, and that
we were paid with his money:
and lie pays well.”
Wallion made a movement of
disgust. The payment seemed
all that this man cared about.
“Have you ever seen Or
tiz?”
No. Baron rayeriing al
ways gave me my orders and
paid me. They say that Ortiz
is a rich and powerful man,
and that he will soon be one of
the greatest persons in Europe.
But I have never seen him, and
1 know nothing of him.”
“Well, I am going to tell you
something about him! it is be
cause you know so little that
you are so much afraid of him.
He is one of the most daring
adventurers that ever lived,
and anyone who espouses his
cause is on the road to ruin.”
B.22 shuddered, and Wallion
watched him narrowly.
“Did you ever hear of the
Emperor of the Amazons?” he
asked.
B.22 shook his head in sur
prise.
“Emperor of the Amazons,”
he repeated; “it sounds like a
farce.”
“It was a farce, too, at any
rate the newspapers called it
so, and it was plafed seven
years ago. A young Brazilian
millionaire who had already
made himself conspicuous by
his lavish and eccentric pro
pensities, concluded one fine
day that he could no longer en
dure the restrictions of life in
a community of lawahiding cit
izens, and his fertile brain,
which was always revolving
ambitious schemes, decided to
create an absolutely new envi
ronment. _
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4 OF VENUS DE MILO 4
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4 Rome.—'There’s a stir on the 4
4 inland of Milo. Divers are en- 4
4 gaged in a hunt for the arms 4
4 of the famous Venus de Milo 4
4 statue, the original of which 4
4 is in the Paris Louvre.
4 The search comes as the re- 4
4 suit of a story to the effect 4
4 that the arms were lost in the 4
4 harbor during a fight between 4
4 French marines and in- 4
4 habitants of the - island. Pro- 4
4 ponests c' the story are cer- 4
4 tain the arms were broken off 4
4 in the struggle and dropped 4
4 into the Aegean sea. 4
4 Venus de Milo statue is one 4
4 of the' finest pieces of Greek 4
4 statuary extant, it dates from 4
4 the second century A. D. and 4
4 is regarded as one of the most 4
4 perfect expositions of the 4
4 female body ever carved out 4
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SAILORS SPEND MUCH
WASHINGTON — (AP) — The
United States navy’s movements
from one locality to another are an
Important economic factor. It Is
estimated that 183,000 sailors on
shore leave during the recent visit
of the fleet to the Canal Zone spent
$5,000,003.
ST. PAUL—Lights on the Lr
'Jiosse-Twin Cities airway will bt
turned on within a few weeks to aid
night fliers between Chicago one
fha Minnesota citiefv
%
Spam Hails American Bullfighter
* '
They said it couldn’t be done, but Sydney Franklin of Brook
lyn, N. Y., showed Spain that an American could play at their
national game of bullfighting even better than their native
matadors. Under the watchful and critical eyes of a represent
tative Spanish fight crowd, Sydney dispatched two bulls in th«(
arena at Seville, Spain, with such fine work that he was ac-|
corded the signal honor of being carried through the main]
gates on the shoulders of his thrilled audience.
<Iatara*Uonal Niwiriel)
Where Lover Found His Love Mate
i
This picture shows Colonel Charles Lindbergh, right, with for
mer Pfcsident Calles of Mexico, center, and Ambassador
Dwight Morrow, left, on the reviewing stand in Mexico City
during Lindy’s good will flight to Mexico. It was on this flight
that Lindy first met Anne Spencer Morrow, his bride, and
started the world’s most talked of romance.
(latern&Uonil Nawsreel)
Love Deaths Not Pact
t
The mystery surrounding the
finding of Ruth Wilson and
Horace Roberts dead in each
others arms at Moorestown,
N. J„ deepens with the an
nouncement by the police au
thorities that Roberts could riot
have committed the deed be
cause his neck had been brok
en. Dr. William S. Wads
worth, above, medical exam
iner of Philadelphia, Pa., is
performing an autopsy on the
•xhumeti bodies of the victim*,
UnWaaUoaal MawaraaU
Latest Film Bride
v
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You just can’t keep up with
these movie people with their
marriages. Carmel Myers get
ting tied with Ralph Blum, an
attorney, is the latest of the
Hollywood crop. Maybe it’s r
good idea Carmei having *
lawyer m the.fatauy. I
