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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 10, 1913, Image 3

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"Why does your husband work in a '
scab shop?"
"Sssh!" said the lady sleuth, dark
ly. "He's trying to ORGANIZE it
It would be all his job is WORTH
if they knew he was a UNION man,
and he's so AGAINST detective agen
cies. You wouldn't BELIEVE how
much he's against them. Why if he
knew I was accused of BEIN' ONE "
"Why don't you tell him?" asked
Flood, gloomily. "A wife ought to
tell her husband things like that."
"Oh, I wouldn't DARE. I just
wouldn't DARE. My husband's
AWFUL hasty. He'd KILL some
one." "My, my!" said Flood. "You'd bet
ter tell your husband though, and
then he'll kill someone and get
caught and ha "
Flood judiciously did not continue
this unpleasant line of thought. Mrs.
Kramner took up her tale of woe:
"Well, you say I've been working
for the Corporation Auxiliary Detec
tive Agency. Why don't you bring
that- fellow Smith of that company
here. I never worked for HIM. IT'S
SPITE WORK; THAT'S WHAT IT
IS. He was SORE at the Monarch.
The Monarch wouldn't handle labor
work; just HIGH CLASS cases, and
Smith was SORE, and the Monarch
WARNED me not to let him put any
thing OVER on me. They SAID he'd
be up to all kinds of tricks, and that
I wasn't to hire anybody that "
"What did you say your job at the
Monarch was?"
"I Was a stenographer just a
stenographer, but "
"You didn't hire the operatives, did
you?"
"No, but"
"Then why do you think the Mon
arch people were so careful to tell
you not to HIRE anyone you sus
pected came from Smith?"
"Why, I don't know."
"You say the Monarch people do
not handle labor cases; how do you
know?"
"Why, I saw letters asking them,
to, and they were just torn up."
"Did you open the mail?"
"Why, no."
"How did you see all these let
ters?" "Why, they were torn up in the
wastebaskets."
(One gathers that Mrs. Kramner
sleuthed the sleuths, her employers.)
"What did you do with the notes
you took at the last meeting of the
State Street Clerks' Union?" con
tinued Flood.
"I tore them up er no wait a
minute! I gave them to Mrs. H."
"But surely Mrs. H. cannot read
your shorthand notes?"
"Well" with great and obvious
cunning "maybe I read them to
her."
"But she. was at the meeting and
took her own notes. She is the cor
responding secretary, not you, you
know. Why did YOU take notes?"
"Why why just for practice. If
my husband knew I was accused of
this; or my brother "
"Is your brother a union man?"
"Indeed he is; that is, he isn't my
brother; he my brother-in-law, but I
call him my brother for short. He's
a painter and my husband is SUCH
a strong union man. Why, when we
go calling on other linemen "
. "Whom does your brother work
for?"
"When we visit other linemen "
"Whom does your brother work
for?"
"Really, Mr. Flood, if you'll just
let me tell you you're too impulsive,
you are; you jump at things; you're
just like my husband (Flood grim
aced) ; now when we visit other line
men "
"How long has your husband
worked for the Commonwealth Edi
son Co.?" asked Flood, in despair.
"That isn't any of your business."
"If you have nothing to conceal,
why be afraid of telling?"
"Well, about six weeks, but when
we visit other linemen "

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