Argosy All-Story Weekly, December 2, 1922 — page 70: what you’re looking at

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F +» : oy mee 4 Wi se by =: By GEORGE F. WORTS CHAPTER XIV. BETWEEN US THIEVES, A LESS experienced crook than Javalie would have gone to pieces. His activities within the next five sec- onds proved him to be a young man of coolness and resource. He pushed the steel door shut and spun the combinations. He propelled the trembling banker into the bedroom, and kicked the walnut door shut. He guided Mr. Banning swiftly into the chair he had been occupying; then he stilled the shrieking bell on the clock, and saw that the levers on the other clocks were turned to “« Silent.” He was trembling and gray. Great drops of moisture stood out on his forehead. He was demoralized—scared as he had never been scared in his life. But his grip on the situation did not for an instant relax. “ You are sleeping—sleeping deeply,” he choked out. But the spell was broken. Mr. Banning blinked his eyes several times; the ex- pression in them changed to one of blank- ness. He stared at Javalie incomprehen- sively. “Well, Vl be switched,” he grumbled. ‘“ How long have I been drowsing here, my boy?” Javalie summoned his most _ beatific smile. ‘‘ You only dozed off a moment ago, my friend.” ‘““ How pale you look, lad! You’d better be getting to bed, hadn’t you? H-m. That’s right. I forgot you don’t use a bed. Curl up here on the floor if you’d like to. I’m kind of—sleepy—myself.” He yawned luxuriously. ‘‘ Shall we go on with this, say, in the morning?” He groaned. “ Oh, dear. My boy, why This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for November 18. 540 GComichbooks;com