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"And you're sure you didn't tell
her to bewar-r-r-re of the terrible
Smith?" persisted the reporter.
"I think you're kidding me," said
the N. O., probably having arrived at
this conclusion by a process of de
duction. "There is just an ordinary
business competition between the
Corporation Auxiliary and the Mon
arch." The reporter fared forth to the
haunt of the dreaded Mr. Smith at
122 South Michigan avenue. The
Corporation Auxiliary evidently does
a regular business since it has a fine
suite of offices, to say nothing of a
cute little iron gajte.
"This is Mr. Smith," said a gent.
"Ah, yes," said the reporter. "Un
common name, Smith, would you
mind telling me your initials?"
"My name is Smith just Smith,"
The reporter told Mr (?) Smith
the dazzling tale of the lady sleuth
who was warned against Mr. (?)
Smith by the unscrupulous Monarch.
Mr. (?) Smith denied ever having
employed Mrs. Kramner, ever having
given cause to make the Monarch
Service Co. warn its employes against
him,' ever having represented the
State street stores, or ever having
heard of Leon A. Simons.of the Fidel
ity Secret Service Co.
He said that Mr. Simons was a
mighty poor detective to tell his busi
ness the way he had, and went into
involved detail as the exact kind of
detective be, (?) Smith, considered
Leon A. Simons.
"And besides, " Mr. Smith finish
ed up, "if any detective agency was
sending spies into store meetings it
was McGuire & White. They" bit
terly "represent all the stores, on
account of Ed Goodday."
Tom McGuire, who is the whole
works at McGuire & White except
for his brother Ed, who claims to
work for the city when he isn't work
ing for his brother, was discovered at
the McGuire & White' Agency.
McGuire admitted his agency rep
resented the State street stores since
he. knew The Day Book was aware of
that anyhow, but denied, heavily and
vehemently, that he had sent any
spotters to any union meeting.
Mr. Leon A. Simons was then
tracked to his lair in the offices
of the Fidelity Secret Service Co., 39
West Adams street, suite 30, said
suite consisting of three little dingy
rooms with space rented to a public
stenographer in the outer room.
Simons Is small, slight, dark, a Jew,
any age from 30 to 45, and very like
ly learned to be a detective in a cor
He stole up upon the reporter from
the rear, and then barked suddenly
upon him, making a note on his cuff
when the reporter involuntarily
started and drew back.
"What is your business?" asked
"I have come " began the re
porter. "Ha!" said Mr. Simons.
"To see you," said the reporter, de
termined to stop this sort of thing.
'"Ah!" said Mr. Simons, myster
iously. "Just be seated. I'll see you
Five minutes passed. A stenog
rapher came to the reporter and bent
"Mr. Simons-will see you now," she
"Yes?" said the reporter.
"Not so loud," hissed the stenog
rapher. (It is admitted that "Not so
loud" is is difficult to hiss, but the
stenographer was an accomplished
hisser, and did it, thus: "Not
ssss'loud.") "Come this way."
The reporter was ushered into a
two-by-four inner office. A fat, well
dressed woman was sitting there. She
stared at the reporter, evidently un
der the impression that she was doing
what novelists are pleased to refer to
as boring holes into a person with
eyes of steel some novelists, that is.
Simons arose silently, went on tiptoe
to the door, closed it, and returned
to his seat.