Judge — July 12, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Drown by Pav Rear Portrait or x Max Wuo'’p Beex Tuinkine or disorganization and led a forlorn hope to victory. That decoration you saw was part of his reward, his promo- tion another part. He came through that mess without a scratch, but was hurt afterward “Benning—Colonel Benning “T wonder where he enlisted?” “Somewhere in the West no memory for places. Why “Asking questions and scanning faces is a habit wi [ even practiced it as a kid.” “Second nature, eh?” “Yes. And be tective Messenger mused He told me, but I have [enlisted I was a New York de- No wonder you are curious, then!” ve army—when I had time—here—it is always ne same.” “Studying people, you find similarities of type—of course Naturally. Men have been unjustly convicted of crime because they looked like others who really were guilty.” Yet with known criminals identification is ca is it not?” “Nowadays, yes. The Bertillon system is conclu- sive. You can’t question the measurements and finger- prints “But nel Benning.” For a reason. He is the image of ‘Slick Dick,’ as he was called—one of the few criminals I have to follow that consistently gave me the slip.” And who was ‘Slick Dick’? One of the cleverest. young burglars that ever robbed a detective of needed sleep. There never was a capital charge against him. He was so shrewd and so skilful in method that he never had to resort to gun or blackjack. He was caught after one job, but estab- lished an alibi that satisfied the court, although the Department was convinced of his guilt. They mugged and recorded him all right. I followed him a year for another job before war was declared, but he always repetition yu seemed unusually sharp in your study of good Meratps keep ahead of me. and all managed to at once there was no trace of him.” Lieutenant Whitford laughed. “Of course his real name was not Benning!” “Nothing like it. It was Bing. Or that was what they called him.” “A name appropriate to the gun and blackjack habit, which you say he lacked I know—and you should know—that Col- onel Benning is quite above suspicion.” “Nodoubt. Yet he looks so like * Slick Dick’ that if I had first seen him in civics, even with that on his face—that doesn’t show in ‘Slick Dick's’ picture’in the Rogues’ Gallery—I should have ar- rested him “But now, from what I have told you and you unquestionably recognize the truth of it—he is free any such embarrassment, eh?” “Sure! Even Bertillon—even thumbprint—is out of consideration.” Colonel Benning and his nurse had found a place to sit quite secluded and safe from a chill breeze during this con- versation, and had indulged in certain confic their own. The colonel was nervous. The nurse's atti- tude was intimate. “Then you think, after all,” said the colonel, “that the surgeon was right—that I shall soon be ‘as ? Those were his words, | remember.” “Undoubtedly. Your recovery has been as steady as he said it would be.” The colonel mused a moment marry me, no matter what I mig before I became a soldier?” “What a foolish question! antecedents. What I know abo any woman to know about any n sear the ences of 1 good as new would my life f ht tell you of I don’t care for your t you is enough for Getting Back to Earth (The moral is for real It is bliss to soar athwart the skies With feathered warblers sweet Vo flee the crowds, to woo the clouds Is now considered meet; But it is not bliss to go amiss And fall two thousand teet Dower by A.B. Wanwen Just Some Orner Giew’s Lirtie Has Grown Up ann Kyows tut Brotuer Wuo Possipi.ities comicbooks.com