The Ogden standard. [volume], February 12, 1920, LAST EDITION - 4 P.M., Image 8

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f I '. : Copyright, 1919, by Tho Whetilor Syndicate, Inc.
' MANY OF THE MAJOR OPERATIONS OF THE WORLD WAR HAVE NEVER BEEN WRITTEN MANY OF THEM
HI .V, HAVE NEVER EVEN BEEN HINTED AT-FOR THE REASON THAT THEY WERE UNDERTAKEN BY THE SECRET OP-
ERATIVES OF THE DIFFERENT DEPARTMENTS OF THE GOVERNMENT.
Ij FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS A FORCE INCLUDING HUNDREDS OF MEN AND WOMEN HAS BEEN WORKING DAY
1 AND NIGHT, ROUNDING UP THE ENEMIES WITHIN JUST AS THE GOVERNMENTAL AGENTS ARE ALWAYS KEPT
III .'. BUSY BY THE FORCES OF THE UNDERWORLD WHO CONSIDER UNCLE SAM FAIR PREY. SMUGGLERS, COUNTER.
i r. FEITERS, MAIL THIEVES AND MOONSHINERS NEVER APPEAR TO TIRE OF TRYING TO GET MONEY WITHOUT WORK-
j I NG FOR IT.
11 f ' VIII. The Taxicab Tangle
ll , . tE'D been sitting on the front
I If - W porcn Bm Q'in n"d I dls-
U " v cussing thlngd in general for
H , about half an hour when the subject
, i of transportation cropped up and. as a
m in collateral idea, my mind jumped to taxl-
Hfl I . caba, for the reason that the former
HI Secret Service operative had promised
1MB ii to give me the details of a case which
li he referred to as "The Trenton Taxi
- - cab Tangle."
o "Yes," he replied, reminiscently, when
' , I reminded him of the alliterative title
"' and Inquired to what it might reer,
,8 "that was one of the branch cases
If j which grew out of the Von Ewald chase
w you remember Mary McNilless and
H the clue of Shelf 45? Well, Dick
Jk j- Walters, the man who landed Von
I J Ewald, wasn't the only Govprnmcnt do-
I j tectivc working on that case In New
I York not by some forty-ft vp or fifty
j " and Mary wasn't the only pretty woman
I i;t mixed up In it, either. There was that
Jj jjj girl at the Rennoc switchboard. . . .
U ) That's another story, though. "What
B rt you want la tho taxlcab clue "
jj ! If you remember the; incidents which
Jj J ..led up to the Von Ewald affair con-
U J 12,1 tlnued Qtilnn, as he settled comfortably
jj jj back In his chair you will recall that
H Jj j tho German was the slipperiest of
jj j)( slippery' customers. When AVa Iters
1 I'i stumbled on his trail, through the
I j i quick wit of Mary McNilless, there
I j n " wasn't the slightest indication that there
U 111 "was 6Ucn a maj1 wns n myth, a
iBi.'B " bugaboo elusive as the buzz of a mos-
ij ..i quito around your ear.
During the months they scoured
1 .- New York In search for him, a number
'jj , of other cases developed. Fome of
;fl or. theso led to very interesting conclu
'8 "Lt sions, but tho majority, as usual,, fllv
vered into thin air.
'.jj The men at headquarters, the very
iE , cream of tho Government services ,gath
J .. erod from all parts of the country,
jj were naturally unable to separate the
J wheat from the chaff in advance. Night
J after night they went out on wild-goose
S cJiases and sometimes they spent weeks
jfi In following a promising load to find
j only blue sky and peaceful scenery at
11 the end of it.
H Alan Whitney, who had put in two
or three years rounding up countcrfelt-
''l ers for tho Service and who had been
fl transferred to the Tostal Inspection
;j Service at tile time of those registered
mail robberies in the Middle West
'1 only to be detailed to Secret Service
J work In connection with the Von Ewald
t case was ono of the bitterest oppo-
ijj ifcnts of this forced Inaction.
) "I don't mind trouble," Whitney
would growl, "but I do hate this eternal
i strain of racing around every time the
Ml bell goes off and then finding that
jji uome bonclfead pulled the alarm for the
' sheer Joy of seeing the engines come
down tho street. There ought to be a
j law against irresponsible people send-
. lng in groundless 'tips' just as there's
J a law against scandal or libel or any
'j other Information that's not founded
on fact."
J But, Just the same, Al would dig into
j every new clue with as much Interest
'j and energy as the rest of the boys
i for there's always the thrill of thlnk-
j r, lng that the tip you're working on
I jj may bo the right ono after all.
A Case For Whitnoy.
I Whitney was in the ofttce one morn
ing when the phone rang and the Chief
I J answered It.
j i "Yes," ho heard the Chief say, "this
j Is tho right place but tZ your infor-
' mation Is really important I 'would sug-
. j gest that you come down and give it In
! person. Telephones are not the most
' ! reliable Instruments in the world."
! A payse followed and the Chief's
I1 voice again:
j "Well, of course wo are always very
1 glad to receive Information that tends
j J to throw any light on those matters,
but I must confess that yours sounds
I' ! a little vague and far-fetched. Maybv
Jj j tho people In the taxi merely wanted
(' t! to find a quiet place to talk. , . .
!', j They got out and were away for neatly
'i Tj two hours? Hum thanks very much,
j I'll send one of our men over to talk to
,, ' you about It, if you don't mind. What's
1 1 the address?" .
j r A momont or two later, after the
i Chief had replaced the receiver, he
I'" ' called out to Whitney and with a smile
I(Sj j that ho could barely conceal told him
, i to catch the next train to Trenton
, ' where, at a certain address, he would.
It '! i And a Miss Vera Norton, who possessed
l ,j or thought she possessed lnforma-
!l i,i tion which would be of value to the
j Government In running down the people
hj, j i responsible for recent bomb outrages
J and munition plant explosions.
iSj' (j "What'H tho Idea, Chief?" Inquired Al.
'jK ! "This young lady at least her voice
t- ' Bounded young over the phone says
!jii ' that nho got home late from a party
j!!;-j j ' last night. Sho couldn't sleep because
. nhe was all Jazzed up from dancing or
' ' something, so sho sat near her win-
fjj.,1 (, dow which looks out upon a vacant
1;i i, 1 lot on the corner. Along about two
o'clock a taxlcab came putt-putting up
,ji . the- street, stopped at tho corner, and
L two men carrying black bags hopped
It'- - i out. Tho taxlcab remained there until
, nearly four o'clock 3 MS, Mlsa Norton's
I I 1 ' watch said and then the two men came
jjjj back, without the bags. Jumped In and
, till,;! J rolled- off. That's all sho knows or, at
1 :'jj.'l ' least, all she told.
ij)('i ( "When sho picked up the paper
X , I! Vound 11 o'clock this mornin' the first
! j,)', i thing that caught her eye was the at-
li! ' tflmpt to Wow up the powder plant 'bout
Jj jj-' two miles from tho Norton home. One
paragraph of the story stated that
fragments of a black bns had been
picked up near the sceno of the ex
plosion, which only wrecked one of tho
outhouses, and the youn lady leaped
to the conclusion that her two night
owls were mixed up In the affair. So'
she called up to lip us off and get her
name in history. Better run over and
talk tocher. There might be something
to the information after all."
' Off To Trenton.
"Yes, there might." muttered Whit
ney, "but it's getting so nowadays that
if you walk down the street with n
purple tie on, when someone thinks you
ought to be wearing a green one, they
want you arrested as a spy. Confound
those amaleura, anyhow! I'm a mar
ried man, Chief; why don't you send
Giles or one of tho bachelors on this?"
"For just that reason," was the roply.
"Giles or one of the others would prob
ably be impressed by the Norton's girl's
blonde hair It must be blonde from the
way she talked and spend entirely too
much time running tho whole thing to
earth. Go on over and get back as soon
as you can. Wo can't afford to over
look anything1 these clays neither can
we afford to waste too much time on
harvesting crops of goat ' feathers.
Beat it!"
And Whitney, still protesting, made
his way to the tube and was lucky
enough to catch a Trenton train just
about to pull out of the station.
Miss Vera Norton, he found, was a
blonde and an extremely pretty one, at
that. Moreover, she appeared to have
more sense than the Chief had given
her credit for. After Whitney had
talked to her for a few minutes he ad
mitted to himself that it was just as
well that Giles hadn't tackled tho case
he might never have come back to
New York and Trenton isn't a big
enough place for a i ccret Service man
to hide in safety, even when lured by A
pair of extremely attractive gray-blue
eyes.
Apart from her physical charms, how
ever, Whitney was forced to the con
clusion that what she had seen was too
sketchy to form anything that could be
term a real clue.
"No," she stated. In reply to a qucs-.
lion as to whether she could Identify
the men in the taxi, "it was too dark
and too far off for me to do that. The
arc light on the corner, however, gave
me the impression that they were of
medium height and rather thick-set.
Both of them were dressed In dark suits
of some kind and each carried a black
leather bag. That's what made me
think that maybe they were mixed up
In that explosion last night."
"What kind of bags were they?"
"Gladstones, I believe you call them.
Those bags that are flat on the bottom
and then slant upward and lock at the
top."
"How long was the taxi there?"
"I don't know just when It did arrive,
for I didn't look at my watch then, but
It left at twelve minutes to four. I was
getting mighty sleepy, but I determined
to see how long It would stay in one
place, for it costs money to hire a car
by the hour even one of those Grcen-and-Whlto
taxis."
"Oh, it was a Green-and-White, eh?"
An Important Glue.
"Yes, and I got the number, too."
Miss Norton's voice fairly thrilled with
the enthusiasm of her detective ability.
After the men had gotten out of the car
I remembered that my opera glasses
j were on the bureau and I used them to 1
get a look at tho machine. I couldn't J
see anything of the chauffeur beyond '
the fact that he was hunched down on
the front seat, apparently asleep, and
tho men came back in such a hurry
that I didn't have time to get a good
look at them through the glasses."
"But the number?" Whitney reminded
I her.
"I've got it right here," was the re
ply, as the young lady dug down Into
her handbag and drew out a card.
';N. Y. -13.1,568." she read. "I got that
when the taxi turned around and headed
back to New York, I suppose. But
what on earth would two men want to
lake a taxi from New York all Ihe way
to Trenton for? Wily didn't they come
on the train?"
"That- Miss Norton." pvnlnlnr.fi Whir.
ney, "is the point of your story that
makes the whole thing look rather sus
picious, r will confess that when the
Chief told me what you had said over
the phpne 1 didn't place much faith in
it. There might have been a thousand
good reasons for men allowing a local
taxi to wait at the corner, but the
very fact of its bearing a New York
number makes It a distinctly Interesting
incident."
"Then you think that it may be a
clue, after all?"
"U's a clue, all right," replied tho
operative, "but what It's a clue to, I
can't say until we dig further into the
matter. It's probable that these two
men had a date for a poker party or
some kind of celebration, missed the
train In New York and took a taxi over
rather than bo left out of tho party.
But, at the same time. It's distinctly
within the realms of possibility that the
men you saw were Implicated In last
night's explosion. It'll take some time
to get at the truth of the matter and,
meanwhile, might I ask you to keep
this information to yourself?"
"Indeed I shall," was the reply. "I
won't tell a soul, honestly."
After that promise, Al left the Norton
house and made his way across town to
! where the munitions factory reared its
hastily constructed head against the
I sky. Row after row of lllmsy build
j lng?, roofed with tar paper and giving
; no outward evidence of their sinister
j mission in life save for the high
barbed-wire fenco that enclosed them
formed the entire plant, for there shells
were not made, but loaded, and the
majority of tho operations were by
hand.
When halted at the gate, Whitney
found that even his badge was of no
uso in securing entrance. Evidently
made cautious by the events of the pre
ceding night, the guard refused to ad
mit anyone and even hesitated about
taking Al's card to the. superintendent.
The Initials "U. S S.. S." finally secured
him admittance and such Information
as was available.
Tho Plant Littlo Damaged.
This, however, consisted only of the
fact that someone had cut the barbed
wire at an unguarded point and had
placed a charge of explosive close to one
of the large buildings. The one selected
was used principally as a store house.
Otherwise, as the superintendent Indi
cated by an expressive wave of his
hand, "It would have been pood-night
to the whole place."
"Evidently they didn't use., a very
heavy charge," he conttnued, "relying
upon the subsequent explosions from
the shells inside to do the damage. If I
they'd hit upon any other building
thcre'd be nothing but a hole in the
ground now. As it Is, the damage won't
run over a few thousand dollars."
"Were the papers right in reporting
that you picked some fragments of a
black bag not far from the sceno. of the
explosion?" Whitney asked.
"Yes, here they ;irc," and the super
intendent produced three pieces of
leather from a drawer in his desk. "Two
pieces of the top and what Is evidently
a piece of the side."
Whitney laid them on the desk and
examined them carefully for a few mo
ments. Then:
"Notice anything funny about those?"
he Inquired.
"No what's the matter?"
"Not a thing in the world, except
that the bag must 'iavf had . --cry
peculiar lock."
"What'H that?"
"Here I'll show you," and Whitney
tried to put the two pieces of metal whlc
formed the lock togcthr". But, Inas
much as both . of them - 'otted,
they wouldn't join.
"Damnation!" exclaimed th- super
intendent. "What do you mae of
one." stated Whitney calmly. "Cou -lsd j
with a littlo informatlo:. -vhlc" I rai
i
. . - -
BUT UNCLE SAM'S ARM IS LONG AND HIS MEMORY RETENTIVE. SOONER OR LATER HE NAIL8 THE
- WHO BREAKS HIS LAWS, THOUGH IT OFTEN ENTAIuS MONTHS OF WORK AND FEATS OF DETECTIVE GENIU8
WHICH FAR OUTSTRIP THOSE OF FICTION.
THOUGH WRITTEN IN NARRATIVE FORM, THE ARTICLES IN THIS SERIE8 ARE ALL BASED ON FACT FACTS
Ity MANY CASES, AVAILABLE ONLY SINCE THE CESSATION OF HOSTILITIES. NAMES AND LOCATIONS HAVE HAD TO
BE ALTERED, BUT A FULL REPORT OF EACH CASE WOULD BE FOUND IN THE ARCHIVES OF THE DIFFERENT DE
PARTMENTS IF THEY WERE THROWN OPEN TO PUBLIC INSPECTION, FOR THESE ARE BUT A FEW OF THE IN
STANCES IN WHICH THE LONG ARM OF UNCLE SAM HAS REACHED TO SEIZE THE MEN WHO BREAK HIS LAWs'
into before I came over here, it begins j
to look as if we might land the men
responsible for this Job before they're
many hours older."
Ten minule3 later he wan on Jils way
back to New York, not to report at
headquarters, but to conduct a few In
vestigations at tho headquarters of the
Green-and-Whlto Taxicab Company.
"Can you tell me," he inquired of teh
manager in charge, "Just where your
taxi bearing- the license number -133.5CS
was last night?"
"I can't," said the manager, "but well
?:et the chauffeur up hero and find out
n short order."
"Hollo," he called over an ollice phone,
"who has charge of our cab hearing
license number 433.5GS? . . . Murphy?
Is ho In? . . . Send him up I'd like
to talk to him."
Interrogating Tho Chauffour.
A few moments later a beetle-Jawed
and none too cleanly specimen of the
genus taxi-driver swaggered in and
didn't eVen bother to remove him cap
before sitting down.
"Murphy," said the Green-and-White
manager, "whore was your cab last
night?"
"Well, let's sec," commenced the
chauffeur. "I took a couple to the
Amsterdam The-ayter in time for th'
show an' then picked up a fare on
Broadway an' took him In tho Hunnerd-an'-forties
some place. Then I cruised
around 'til the after-theater crowd be
gan to come up an' an I got one
more fare for Yonkcrs. Another long
trip later on, made it a pretty gdod
night.''
"Murphy," cut in Whitney, edging
forward Into the conversation, "where
and at Just what hour of tho night did
those two Germans offer you a hun
dred dollars for tho use of your car all
evening?"
"They didn't offer mo no hunnerd
dollars,'' growled the chauffeur, "they
gavo me . . ." "hen ho checked
himself suddenly and "ded. In an un
dertone, "I don't ':nov- nothln' 'bout no
Golmans."
"Tho hell rou C it:" marled Whlt--,ey.
edging toward u door. "Back
up against 'hot dsk and keep your
hands on top of It. I'll pump holes
cloan through ynu!"
His rlM hand ' vac In his . - it
pocket, th" Angers clo-;d around what
was j-y palpally the ..utt of an auto
matic. Mcrphy ;ould see tho outlino of
thi weapon d obyed Instruction?,
while "T7hltn-- slan-mcd the doo: with
Ms left -i? nd.
"-w lor'; h .' ie sna pcd, .iking
v .-'., ncc: I V- t xl Crlver, "I
w"t the ruth un 'X i want It quick!
Also, it's none of your business why I
want itl But you better come clean
if you know what's, good for you. Out
with It! Where did you meet 'em and
where did you drive 'cm?"
Realizing that escape was cut off and
thoroughly cowed by the display of
force. Murphy told the whole story or
as much of It as he knew.
"I was drivln' down Broadway 'round
Twcnty-eig't Street last night, 'bout ton
o'clock," he confessed. "I'd taken that
couple to the theayter Just as I told
you an that man up to Harlem. Then
one of these free guys hailed mo . . ."
"Three?" interrupted Whitney.
The Chauffeur's Story.
"That's what I said t'ree! They said
they wanted to borrow my machine
until C o'clock in th' mornin an' would
givo me two hundred dollars for iL I
told 'em thero was nothln' doin' an'
they offered me two-fifty, swearin' that
they'd havo it back at th' same corner
at G o'clock sharp. Two hunnerd an'
fifty bones being a whole lot more than
I could coin in a night. I gambled with
'em an let 'em have th' machine, mak
in' sure that I got the coin foist. They
drove off, two of 'em inside, an' I put
in th' the rest of th' night shootin"
pool. When T got to th' corner of
Twenty-elgh't at 6 o'clock this mornin',,
there wasn't any sign of 'cm but th'
car was there, still hot from the hard
ride they give her. That's all I know
'shelp me Gawd! "
"Did the men have any bags with
them?"
"Bags'1 No, not one."
"What did they look like?"
"Tho one that talked with, me was
" But the Number?" u I Havo It Right Here," "Was the Reply!
Tjout my heigh' an dressed in a dark
suit, ne an' th others had their hats
pulled down over their eyes, so's I
couldn't sco their faces."
"Did ho talk with a German accent?"
"He sure did. I couldn't hardly make
out what he was sayin'. But his money
talked plain enough."
"Yes, and It's very likely to talk loud
enough to send you to the pen, If you're
not careful!" was Whitney's reply. "If
you don't want to land there, keep your
mouth shut about this. D'you get mo?"
"I do, boss, I do."
"And you'vo told mo all the truth
every bit of it?"
"Every little bit."
"All right, clear, out!"
When Murphy left tho room. Whitnoy
turned to the manager and, with a wt.v
smile, remarked: "Well, we've discov
ered where the car came from and how
they got it. But that's all.. We're
really as much In tho dark as hefore."
"No," replied the manager, musingly.
"Not quite as much. Possibly you
don't know It, but we havo a device on
every car that leaves this garage to
take care of just such cases as this
to prevent drivers from running their
machines all over town without pulling
I down the lever and then holding out
the fares on us. Just a minute and I'll
show you."
"Joe,'' he called, "bring me the record
tape of Murphy's machine for last night
arid hold bis car till you hear from me."
"This tape," he explained a few min
utes later, "Is operated something along
the lines of a seismograph or any other
instrument for detecting change In di
rection. An inked needle marks theso
straight lines and curves ail the tlmo
Lho machine is moving and. when it Is
standing still. Is oscillates slightly. By
glancing at these tapes wc can tell
when any chauffeur is holding out on
us for It forms a 'clear record not
only of the distance the machine has
travelled, but of the route It followed."
"Doesn't the speedometer give you tho
stance?" asked Whitney. ,
"Theoretically, yes. But it's a very
simple matter to disconnect a speed
ometer, while this record is kept In a
locked bo:; and not one driver in ten
even knows it's there. Now, let's sec
what Murphy's record-tape tells us. . ."
Tho Tcll-Talc Tape.
"Yes. here's the trip to the theater
around S:30. Sec the sharp turn from
Fifth Avenue into Forty-second Street,
the momctary slop In front of the
Amsterdam and the -complete sweep as
he turned around to get back to Broad
way. Then there's the Journey up to
the Bronx or Harlem or wherever he
went, another complete turn and an un
interrupted, trip back down on Broad
way." "Then this," cut in Whitney, unable
to keep tho excitement out of his voice.
"Is whero he stopped to speak to the
Germans?"
"Precisely." agreed the other, "and. as
you'll note, that stop was evidently
longer tha.n either of the other two.
Thoy paid their fares, while Murphy's
friends had to be relieved of 5250."
"From there on is what I'm inter
ested in," announced Whltnev. "What
does the tape say?"
"It doesn't saV anything." admitted
the manager, with a smile. "But it
indicates a whole lot. In fact, it blazes
a blood-red trail that you ought to be
able to follow with very little dlfricultv
See, when the machine started It kept
on down Broadway in fact there's no
sign of a turn for several blocks."
"How many?"
"That we can't tell now. But wc
can figure it up very accurately later
The machine then turned to tho right
and went west for a short distance only
stopped for a few moments and then
went on. evidently toward tho ferrv
for hero's a delay to get on "board!
horo a a wavy line evidently made by
the motion or tho boat when tho hand
ought to have been practically at rest
and here's where they picked up the
trip to Trenton. Evidently they didn't
have to stop until they got there be-
f
causo we havo yards of tape before 1
reach a stop-point and then, the nap. '
is worn completely through by tho si t
tion of the nccdlo in oscillating, indicj!
tive of a long period of Inaction. Thi
return trip Is just as plain."
"But." Whitney objected, "tho whoh
thing hinges on where thoy wentbsfow
going to Trenton. Murphy said h57
didn't have any bags, so they must havj
gono homo or to somo rendezvous to
collect them. How are wo going to fln4
the corner whero the machine turnedf
Thoy Traverse Tho Route. '
"By taking Murphy's car and driving
it very carefully south on Broadway
until the tape indicates precisely th
distance marked on this one the phc '
where the turn was made. Then, driv. i
ing down that street, the second d'j.
tancc shown on ,the tape will give yoa
approximately the houso you're loo'f.
ing for! "
"Good Lord,'' exclaimed Whltnt7,
"that's applying sclcnco to It! Sherlock
Holmes wasn't so smart after all!"
Al and tho manager agreed that then
was too much traffic on Broadway la
the daytime or early evening to attempt
the experiment, but shortly after mid
night, belated pedestrians might ha7
wondered why a Green-and-White Uii. f
cab, containing two men, proceeded
down Broadway at a snail's pace wbllfl
every now and then it stopped and cat
of the men got out to examine some
thing inside.
"I think this Is the corner." whisper
the garage manager, to Whitney, when
they reached Eighth Street, "but to be
sure, we'll go back and try it over
again, nriving ai a :iormai p;u.-c ua
lucky that this Is a new instrument ami
therefore very accurate."
The second trial produced the sara)
result as tho first the place th7
sought lay a fev blocks south of Broad
way, on Eighth.
Before they tried to llnd out the pre
cise location of the houre. Whitney
phoned to headquarters and requested
the loan of a score of men to asjiit
him in the contemplated ratd
"Tell 'em to have their guns handy,
lie ordered, "because we may have to
surround the block and search every
house"
But the taxi-tape rendered that un
necesy.nry. It Indicated any one ol j
three adjoining houses on the north side
of the street because, as the manajtr ?
pointed out. the machine had not turneJ
round again until it struck a north-1 j
ami-south thoroughfare, hence the I
housoa must be on the north side.
( The Raid A Success.
By this time the reserves were on
hand and. upon instructions from Whit
ney, spread out in a fan-shaped for
mation, completely surrounding th
houses, front and rear. a blast
from a police whistle thoy raounteJ ,
the steps and, not waiting for the doors
to be opened, went thro'igtv them shoul
ders first.
it was Whitney, who had elected to
aassist in the search of the center
house, who captured his prev in a third
floor bedroom.
Before the Germans knew what was
happening Al was In the room, hi!
flashlight playing over the floor and '
table in a hasty search for Incrimlnat- .
lug evidence It didn't take Ions to ;
- find it. either. In onp corner, on!
I partly concealed by a newspaper whose . ;.
fioring headlines referred to the cs- (
1 plosion of the night before, was a col- i.
J lection of bombs which, according 7
later expert testimony was sufficient to
blow a good-sized hole in the city ol jJ
New York. H
That was all they discovered at tt.1 , U
time, bur a Judicious use of the third ' i
degree couple1 with promises el
leniency Induced one of the prlsoncri ;
to loosen up the next day and ho w-c
the whole story precisely as tho ti- .
tape and Vera Norton had told it Ti" i
only missing ingredient was the P" ;j
behind the plot the mysterious ,
S3!)" whom Dick Walters later p- h
lured because of the clue on Shelf -I'
".-o you see." commented QuUin a' P
he finished, "lho younger Pitt wasn' ft.
I so far wrong when he cynically re-
marked that 'there is a Providence tha
watches over children, imbe-llcs ani f K
the United States'. In this one case t
tho principal clues were a book from j,
the Public 'library, the chance obsefj .
vations of a. girl who couldn't sloep ano , u
a piece of white paper with some n
markings on IL i 'Jj
"At that, though, It's not tho nrJI U
tlmo that German agents have gottcr r
into trouble over a scrap of paper.
"What happened to Vera Norton? (
Inquired. ' I
"Beyond a little porsonal glory, nl
thing In the world." replied QuD U
"Didn't I tell you that Al was marrJffl' ifi
You're always looking for ""v" r
oven in everyday life. Besides. ic'
had been a bachelor, Whitney was lc
busy trying to round up the other lo H
ends of the Ewald caso. 'Number ,
hadn't been captured then, you rcmem .
ber. t
"Give me a match my P'P0'8.5,!
out. No, I can't smoke It here, ,u ' it
late. But speaking of small clues to . u
lead -to big things, somo day soon
tell you the story of how a match-- j j
Just like this, for all I know J V (
tho uncovering of one of the most ,u , t
cult smuggling cases that the Cusic , r
Servico ever tried to solve." Jt.
:
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"A Match For Tho Governrn""'
No. 9 in "Tho Long Arm of Uncle aam
aeries and tho true story of tho , -
referred to above, will bo publi"'' ,
next. I &
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