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"Is that why you -worked in the'
stores when you didn't need to?"
"No; for shorter hours."
"You say your sister is sick?"
"Mr. Flood, you sob are no gen
tleman, and you haven't any princi
ples or any chivalry, and you're a
bad man, and you're too impulsive.
Why sob to show you how sincere
I was, I was going to ask the ladies
to SEE ME OFF on the train Sunday
night. Now I'm going to the Mon
arch and tell THEM about air.
"By the way, Mrs. Kramner, before
you tell the Monarch about the vil
lain Smith, supposing you tell us how
it came that no cards were distribut
ed for the last downtown union meet
ing, although you said you had dis
"Why, Mrs. K. got her's."
"Mrs. K didn't; I didn't get mine;
no one outside the officers knew any
thing about the meeting."
"Well, if you know they weren't
sent why, I wrote them, and my
brother, that is, he isn't really my
brother, he's my brother-in-law, but
I call him my brother for short, who
is a union man, mailed them for me.
He said he would help me out I
can't wait any longer. Mr. Flood
shouldn't be so hasty. I am going to
tell the Monarch ALL about this.
Good sob bye."
(Business of sweeping exit.)
Thus endeth the episode of the
lady sleuth, who disappears, mirage
like, in the general direction of
"Tucks-on," Arizona. At least, it is
to be hoped she so disappeared last
Sunday, and anyhow she is forever
blotted from the State Street Clerks'
Union, which was the object most de
sired. Shortly after her hegira, a Day
Book reporter went to the Monarch
Service Co., with offices at 35 South
Dearborn street. The manager of
the Monarch Service Co. was discov
"I can't tell you my name," said
this gentleman, right off the bat, just
like that. "Managers of detective
agencies never have names."
"We'll call you the NAMELESS
ONE, and give it caps," said the re
porter, cheerfully. "Do you ha-ate
Smith of the Corporation Auxiliary
The Nameless One reddened be
hind the ears.
"Nun!" he said.
"Bewar-r-re," said the reporter.
"He is on your tr-r-rail."
"He better get off my trail or heU
say, what's all this about?" de
manded the Nameless One, peevishly.
"Did you ever employ a woman
named Mrs. Kramner?" asked the re
porter. "Yes, worked for me about a year;
still comes to visit me."
"She told me you war-r-rned her
against Smith of the Auxiliary," said
The N. O. reddened all over this
"Da " he began. "Never told her
anything like that; just gave her in
structions give any ol' stenographer
not to talk to anyone."
"What d'you think made her say
you warned her to bewarrrre of
Smith?" asked teh. reporter.
"I dunno," answered the N. 0. "She
alius shrouded herself in mystery as
in a blanket."
"Uh-huh," said the reporter, "real
The N. 0. came to with a jerk.
"She hasn't worked here since
Christmas," he said, stiffly.
"She worked here a few weeks
ago," said the reporter, who had been
gleaning information on the side.
"Well, y'see," said the N. O., "that
was this way: The regular girl was
sick and Miss Kramner she came to
visit and we let her work for a few
"I understand her husband's a de
tective, too," said the reporter.
"Oh, no, not at all," said the N. O.
"Her husband is a soldier; he was
discharged from the army just four
days before she married him."