Adventure, July 1, 1928 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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

Beginning he ROARING HORN By GEORGE ALLAN ENGLAND CHAPTER I TWO BIRDS OF EVIL OMEN T JASON MELEISH’S dingy, clut- tered desk in Jason’s cluttered and dingy office that bleak February day, one old man was sitting with another not so old. And what the two were plotting dipped into crime so monstrous that, even for the love of money, it seemed hard to think men would conspire to such ends. A prime pair they made in wickedness, this old ship owner and this shellback sea captain of the hard fisted, deep water school. “Done?” exclaimed Jason, in a voice harsh as the rasp of a file. ‘‘Of course it can be done! Come, come, set everything taut and shipshape, Bohannon, and take a bingo chance. When there’s a little Job like this to do, a job with a full cargo of cash in it for your own hand, you’re the devil’s own boy to do it!” Bohannon—Captain Isaac Bohannon of the seven seas—leaned back in his complaining chair and with the heel of his calloused hand rubbed bits of plug tobacco in his other palm, for his black pipe. A charged silence hung between the conspirators. For a long moment the captain stared at the window-panes against which drifted the fog of South Street. Only a dull light—for it might have been four of the afternoon—seeped through those grimy panes; but even that cheerless glimmer revealed the office as one of the old type now passing away. 62 comnlicloooks.com