The Argosy, March 27, 1920 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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EY THE ARGOSY Vol. CXIX SATURDAY, MARCH 27, 1920 No. 2 even by CHAPTER I. THE JAILBIRD, EANING forward against the steering- a wheel of his wicked-looking roadster, Tony Fane heard the mysterious let- ter from the Scarlet Rider crackle in his pocket, an unneeded reminder of his pres- ence on Fifth Avenue at this time in the morning. By straining his eyes he could just see that the hands of the big clock outside the Golden Trust Company pointed to six minutes after eleven. But it did not need any straining at all to see that there was a man standing be- neath the clock, straight as a sentinel, silent as the sphinx. If only his patience would hold out for a minute longer, ‘Tony thought, to give him time to get there! He glanced with unconcealed irritation at the traffic-cop so needlessly keeping him on the curb, and suddenly, seeing a path made in the line of vehicles by a machine that turned at the corner, he decided to dash for it. There was a shout, yells from the by- standers, and Tony knew that the chase | After Marguerite Curtis Felgar inute S had begun. But he didn’t care. He could see the man beneath the clock moving away, and there were still four blocks to go. If the Scarlet Rider was Jost in the crowd there might never be another chance to find him, and not for all the fmes in the world would Tony miss him. With a sudden spurt he passed the clock which had been the place of rendezvous, and drew up with a flourish just behind the slim figure of the man who had sauntered off at seven minutes after the hour. “Say,” he called in a friendly voice, ‘wait a minute, won’t you? I’m late, but just as soon as I’ve finished with the cop—” ~ He turned with a grin toward the irate officer of the law, Few could look into Tony Fane’s eyes when he was laughing, and not laugh, too, But the policeman had his dignity to main- tain in the face of the curious crowd, and he stiffened rigidly. Tony’s hand went toward his pocket: he brought out a vist- ing-card. Reading it, the policeman unbent a trifle. He waved the crowd away. It was in a comparatively clear region that Tony made his explanation, 1 Axcosy 161 comicbooksscom