Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 124, No. 3 — page 168: what you’re looking at

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542 gave me except just to grow hair so I can listen to the barber’s conversation! When you’ve been in the game as long as I have you'll learn to look two jumps ahead of yourself. For what else but .to make her come clean do you think I let the Ingpees tor lock up Hill again?” ‘You old fox!”’ Martin grinned. ‘ Ter- hune pulled a bonehead, too, last night, didn’t he? Who do you think the fellow was who croaked Creveling?” __ ‘I’m wasting no time wondering what fellow did it!” McCarty retorted with a trace of impatience. ‘‘ Give the inspector a buzz and see will he let me in on that little conference in there.” | ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, - Inspector Druet, it appeared, had been | awaiting his arrival and he entered the inner sanctum to find two women there; one standing and facing the inspector across his desk, and the other huddled on a chair in the corner, sniffling into her handker- chief. | ‘“[ do not want that she should be blamed,” the first woman was saying in her mild, gentle voice. “It was only a grea’ kindness that she showed in hiding me, for you see, sir, she believed in me.” Inspector Druet nodded briefly to his confrére, and the woman turned her great, blue eyes slowly upon McCarty with a start of recognition. This story will be continued in next week’s issue of the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, the consolidated title under which beth magazines will appear hereafter as one. T the age of thirty-two Henry Jones A awoke one brilliant summer morn- ing with the sudden realization that the soul in him was starving. He lay quiet, staring idly at the white ceiling above the bed, his mind groping dully with this abrupt enlightenment. After a moment of mental confusion—for the enormity of the conception stirred him profoundly — he raised himself upon one elbow in bed and looked at his wife who lay sleeping beside him. | ) He had always thought her pretty in a quiet, unobtrusive sort of way. He did Digitized by Go gle Rav Ce mmings not remember ever having noticed before the wrinkles that were beginning to show around her eyes, but he could see them there now, plainly. And her neck seemed very thin and stringy, and the.line of her lean jaw very sharp. That he had never noticed before either. The thin locks of straight black hair that were spread upon her pillow were shot through with gray. The vision of a great soft, fluffy mass of wavy golden tresses flashed into his mind —the crowning glory,of no particular wo- man, but just an abstract picture. Henry Jones shivered a little and fell to Original from CONAN NC 6) 0)(0) S (C(O) THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY