Pulp Fiction, 1923 · page 56 of 176
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By JOHN SCHOOLCRAFT Author of *‘ The Bird of Passage,’ ‘‘ Let the Wedding Wait,’’ ete. WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PART I! CUTT, the officer’s servant, is approached in the Red Lion Inn near Woolwich barracks by an American crook who offers the soldier a thousand pounds sterling for aid in stealing twenty thousand pounds’ worth of diamonds. It appears that three other English privates had taken the stones from a French chéteau during the great war; two had since died and a third was a hopeless cripple. The Yankee criminal has deduced that the diamonds are secreted in Wool- wich’s guardhouse, and Scutt agrees to commit some minor offense that will put him there where he can search the cells. He assaults a bombardier, is sent to a cell and discovers that the diamonds are in possession of a Horse Guardsman, named Morgan, who is an American with a year to serve of his enlistment. Morgan is a huge, athletic young man and a star performer in feats of horsemanship and drills, but he evades all attempts to inveigle him into boxing. This annoys the sergeant major, who suspects the American really is a terrific fighter. Scutt, the batman, comes up for sentence for striking the bombardier and, to his dismay, is given six months at hard labor. He manages to escape after killing an old soldier pensioner. CHAPTER IV. THE GHOST. ORGAN did not go back to the clink. The team on which he served as number six clipped sev- eral seconds from the garrison record, and he found himself suddenly a man to whom favors of many kinds were extended. The officers marked him, and when re- turning his salute often added a word of greeting, and although the noncommis- sioned officers bellowed at him as they bel- lowed at all men, there was that same trace of friendliness in their voices that there had been in Todd’s when he called up the prisoner in the clink. More than once he was asked why he This story began in the Argosy-Ailstory Weekly for November 10. 846 COMmicooolkkSs.c©