FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1930
PAGE SIX
THE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON
if BIG SHOT
$J FRANK L PACKARD -
LITTLE OEPHAN ANNIE Tb. Hew Vnm
By Harold Gray
Chapter 17
ENID GO4 "CALLING
Fast u Ui taxi bore Enid to
ira.nl ber destination he wished It
would fo luter. Phil vu tax dan
f er h u going to htm.
She tried to lull herself Into a
feeling of security and belief that
there was no real cause for great
baste but failed utterly.
Her thoughts swung Into another
channel, but one that was even
more tortuous and less conducive
to peace of mind. If it were not that
the man fee loved was in very real
danger of perhaps eren tus iue,
what she was doing now would
have seemed foolhardy but it was
the only way out that the saw for
both Phil and Roy.
But afterward? Even it she were
successful tonight, what about the
afterward? What about her future
relationship with Phil? She was the
sister of a criminal. Yes It was
back again, that thought with all
its poignant suffering 1 True, from
the moment she had realised what
he believed was the scurrilous
trickery that had started Roy on
bis career of crime, She had not
considered him morally guilty
but the law would not took on it in
(he same way, nor would the world.
She could not make a social out
cast of Phil Martin. She could
never do anything to harm his ca
reer or embitter his future. And so
there could never be anything be
tween him and herself.
Her eyes were suddenly blurred
and wet as she stared out of the
window. She had no reason to be
lieve that he cared for her or that
he ever would care and she boned
now that it was that way. It would
be much easier for "them both.
Shu would love him always, be
cause that love had come into her
life for always but he would never
know. It was her love that was
teking her to him tonight out he
would not know that either. And
Roy? It was not Roy's fault, but
but oh, what would be the end of
it all?
Her mind worked on and on re
lentlessly, and it was almost in a
startled way that she realised the
taxi had drawn up to the curb and
had come to a halt. She got out
and paid her fare, adding a tip.
The taxi rattled away.
She walked rapidly along the
block that separated her from
Eighty-third street, and on reach
ing the corner took the natural
turn into the cross street.
She had no means of knowing
In what block was the house with
the "to Jet" sign. She only knew
that it was "near" Avenue A, She
would have to search for it until
she found It.
She walked a little way down
the street without result, then
crossed over and went back on the
other side of the street to ttie ave
nue. She then did precisely the
same thing on both sides west of
the avenue, without result.
She began her circuit again, and
came suddenly upon the object of
her search. Yes, there it was a
house "to let." It was a little far
ther from the avenue In this dir
ection than she had been before,
that was all. she had been right in
her surmise.
Swiftly, critically, she surveyed
the house. The dark curtain less
windows were like blind eyes star
ing out into the night Blind eyes!
How did she know? It was quite
possible that she was being
watched at this moment from
within. The house wasnt empty In
spite of lta "to let sign and its
desolate appearance I j
Her pulse began to quicken.
There was something suddenly ,
foreboding about the house; but!
too, she noted with some relief that
tt had a basement entrance be
neath the stoop which would
shield her from observation from
the house accross the street and to
a very large extent from any
passers-by as well.
She glanced now up and down the
street. There was no one near at
hand, and she stepped down to the
basement door beneath the stoop.
It was quite dark here and she
could scarcely see at all. She began
to feel with her hand around the
iamb of the door.
Her hand -closed on the bell knob
and pulled it and, listening, slie
heard a faint, responsive jangle
from within.
Her automatic was snuggling In
her right hand now. She did not
expect the door bell in an empty
and untenanted house to be an
sweredat least In the usual way.
Batty Rose was not fool enough fox
that; but if she persisted In ringing
It would lure him to the other side
of the door and that was all she
wanted. She had an "open sesame"
then that would do the rest.
She rang again and still again,
and now she kept her ear pressed
against the door panel. Yes, she
was sure of it there was a stealthy
movement from within from quite
close to the other side of the door.
"Batty!" she called In an under
tone. "Batty! Open the-door"
There was no answer and now
no sound. Batty, you fool, there's
someone coming, and 111 be seen I"
Her voice was sharp, imperative.
raised a little. "Open the door-
quick t I've got a message from
Izzy Myers."
And then the door opened silently
upon a black interior and she
entered.
The door closed softly behind her.
Batty Rose could not be more than
arm's length away. From where
shestood and by feeling out around
her to locate his position, she knew
she mas near enough to touch the
man but she could not see him.
His voice reaobeo tier now in a
snarling whisper: "Say, it's damned
funny, Izzy sending a skirt around
heret Who are youse, anyway? An
wot d'youse want?"
"I told you what I wanted," Enid
answered tartly. "You took a long
time to open that doer!"
"Yes! Wot d'youse think we're
doing here holding public receptions?"
"I don't know about that," she
complained; "but that's no reason
for taking the risk of letting tome
body see me out there. People
aren t in the habit of ringing the
door bells of vacant houses t night
for nothing. You ought to have
known! Haven't you got a light
around here somewhere?"
" Youse' ve got a flip tongue, aint
youse!" he snapped. "Vacant
houses ain't In de habit of answer
ing door bells, an' vacant houses
don't have any lights showing
neither. Youse cut out de gab an'
come across! Where's dat message
from issy Myers?"
"Sure, III come across!" she
answered sharply. "You're the one
that's wasting time I You can't read
in the dark, can you? I guess
you've got lights in here somewhere
where they won't be seen from out-
Bide." - .-'v ..- .. , . .
Yes, sure.- rve got onetlere
was a sudden menace in his voice
-"an' I guess I'll use it to take a
look at youse before I do anything
el net It's damned funny Izzy send
ing a skirt around here like disr
"That a what you said before I
She was jeering at him now, prod
ding him to action. "Well, what
JU-e you going to do about it? Stand
there all night? Izxy'U be pleased
If you give me the answer to his
message tomorrow morning some
time, it will be alright that's why
I came down here in a hurry when
there wasnT tune lor him to find
anybody else!"
'Close your lace, an' feel yer way
along de wall," growled Batty Rose.
"I wouldn't even strike a match
down here, 'cause there's a window
o fthe hall an' it might be spotted
We 11 get a light upstairs where it s
safe. Get a move on!
"All right." she said airily and
began to grope her way down the
hail.
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