Judge — December 3, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Plot—The gentleman in the chair is no other than our young dentist's profiteering landlord. “I arrest you in the name of the law,” said Gooch, and, heedless of his victim’s violent protests, handcuffed him and called a taxicab. “Detective headquarters!” he told the chauffeur. As the taxicab bore them away, a police department automobile whirled to a stop at the depot, and a squad of plainclothes officers leaped out, raced inside the station, spread swiftly and noiselessly through the crowds, eagerly scanning every face, quietly questioning the railroad em- ployees, anxiously searching every- where. They were still thus searching, fruitlessly, when Gooch entered the city detective bureau and inquired for “Chief DeGolyer.” “Never heard of ’im,” grunted the Irish desk sergeant; and then, all at once, this same desk sergeant sprang from his stool and stared in un- utterable astonishment at Gooch’s manacled prisoner. “Merciful heaven!” he gasped, and, seizing the prisoner and the black valise, rushed both into an adjoining room. Gooch sat down and waited for his fifty-dollar bonus. The taxi chauffeur also waited—for a similar purpose. From the adjoining chamber came sounds of excited telephoning. In ten minutes two hasty gentlemen dashed in from the street, and hur- ried to this chamber and closed the door behind them. Presently these two emerged, with Pat Duffy, chief of detectives, and addressed themselves to Gooch. “I congratulate you,” said one, pro ducing a fountain-pen and check. “To whom shall I make the check pay- able?” “Adolph Gooch.” And he was thinking of what they’d say back home when they learned how easily he could make fifty dollars. The man filled out thetheck and gave it to Gooch; and Gooch looked at the check—and nearly swooned. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. It was still the same. It was a certi- fied check, payable to his order, and it called for $27,500! “Well, Mister,” he said, when he felt he could trust his voice, “this is real decent in you; but I didn’t hard- ly expect—” “It is in accordance with our agree- ment,” said the man. “We offered a reward of twenty-five thousand dol- lars for the recovery of the nine hundred thousand dollars worth of bonds that were stolen from our bank yesterday, and an additional reward of twenty-five hundred for the arrest of Russell Joyce, the bank clerk who stole them. We find the bonds are all intact, and young Joyce is in custody. I trust everything is quite satisfactory?” “Yes, Mister,” said Gooch, “every- thing sure is! I got all the money I want now, so I guess I won’t wait for my first month’s pay. I’m goin’ back to Elmwood Junction and show ’em a little speed.” Hokku By C. H. WALDRON Golden butterflies Perched on spiky autumn weed. Joys that pass away. Poor sort of poem But the people of Japan Simply eat ’em up. VERY CONSIDERATE Reggie—Yes, she is a great horse lover. Percy—One would naturally guess that from the position of her saddle. 4