Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 6, 1923 — page 71: what you’re looking at

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‘own ister: entered the potdine aa waited, without announcing her presence, in the outer room of the real estate firm. ‘And the door behind which she lurked was but ten feet from the body. - The distinctive little tap of the French- man came again. Noiselessly he entered. His face was ee with the light of triumph. “Who is he ” asked Nancy. “It is in your face that you have recalled.” M. Renaud gave a little shrug. It was the epitome of Gallic grace. _ “That man, mademoiselle,’ he deposed, “is beyond doubt Slippy Gates, just out of jail—less than a month. He has a bad record.” ““For what?” “Twice for holdups, and the last time for safe-blowing,” picked out the face of this man from your ermine! gallery,” mused Nancy. “Memory is an erratic master,” mured the Frenchman. Jet then another knock sounded. mur- CHAPTER VIII. DOCUMENTARY EVIDENCE. fore the threshold. She seemed to _ breathe capability and self-reliance. Her face was — but pleasant and honest pearing. ap 3 “ From headaeariers” she meriiaed to Nancy. “ One of the matrons,” ~—“ Come in, please.” ~ As the new arrival entered, M. Renaud stepped out. ‘Tf there is any further serv- ice I can render, mademoiselle, = he See to say in parting. == ‘Be assured that I shall call upon you, M. Renaud,” declared Nancy. “Thank = for your courtesy.” The police matron was looking about ses with unvarnished astonishment. __ “What a heathen place!’ she exclaimed. Nodding in confirmation, Nancy led her into the other room. She unlocked its cor- ridor door. & “Tr | know, = she stated serlouly, « “ that ae ee = / MARKED DOWN, 7 beside Mile. Mignonne. ‘My memory must Aes unconsciously <= Mr Camingkant “Slense® 3” ae seid | _._ same build as his late Gienk A SHORT, corpulent woman stood be- you will overlook nothing in- hese women whom I send to you for a thorough- -going search. Neglect nothing and retain. ee = thing which bears the slightest hint of ae = thing mysterious and uncommon.” “You can trust me,” was the reply, = “Tve been going through suspects for = = twenty years. There aren’t many things _ < they can hold out on me.” Nancy glanced at her keenly. “I am sure of that,’ she agreed, “for I acked Chief Hutchins to send the most See enced woman he had.” = The matron was not unpleased with these == words. : “ You are to retain: each person until i come to you for the result.” — = “Very well,” = = Nancy stepped out the door and yaad = Come,” she suggested in a low voice, — Wearily the dark-clad astrologer ies the girl into her own consulting room where eee the police matron from headquarters await- = N ancy stepped back again. towart the S—— — = = = ———— Ls — = a Cunningham arose and followed her. = = was a short. thick-set man, much of the — His plain, — gray sack suit hung carelessly from 2 = ure. Seemingly his interest in the pi = of law was greater than that of eee = tice of wearing modish clothes. _ = _ Under the soft Ee in the medium’s re nine = secath in the eEeS mnvsod fea = tures, the heavy mane of white hair, the massive head with its ee brow. With mild curiosity Mr. unninghant — looked about him with a quizzical expres- sion. But he said nothing. — : : = One big hand cupped a knee while thee other remained hidden in a pocket which — bagged disconsolately. Yet this man- “was one of the highest salaried attorneys in the” city. His reputation for honor and in-— tegrity was a family watchword. — = - By careful questions Nancy cee corroboration of all cts which — = <a I Margaret ‘Seavers, had itemized. Ol “comicbooks.com—