Argosy All-Story Weekly, August 9, 1924 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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POOR LITTLE PIGEON. withdrew, I glanced at Haddon and read open admiration in his face. The door closed. Judson was gone. Dual resumed his seat. Haddon,” he addressed the government agent, “I suggest that you contrive to ar-— range an interview for to-morrow morning between us and the command of the local military camp. Captain Cleland should, if possible, be present.” ‘“ Banana oil!” Bryce exploded as Had- don gained his feet and reached for his hat. “ Semi-Dual, the Persian, and party visit Camp Stephen D. Little. Well, why not? Judson will have another story by to-morrow night.” Dual regarded him for a pregnant mo- ment before he spoke in comment: “ Semi-Dual, Mr. Bryce, is in very truth a Persian, nor makes any effort to conceal the fact.” 3 CHAPTER IV. WHAT WAS LEARNED AT CAMP LITTLE. ND had Dual in reality had any de- -sire to conceal his race or parentage, there would have been no chance of so doing after the next day. ‘“ Banana oil!” Bryce said again as he handed me the morning edition of the Globe. SEMI-DUAL, PERSIAN YOGI, REGIS- TERED AT MOCTEZUMA The thing was strung across the top of an entire column on the front page. Judson had certainly made the most of what little Semi had told him, which was exactly what our strange friend had meant he should do, of course—a fact that set a twinkle in my partner’s brown eyes and the rumble of a chuckle in his throat. “ Banana oil, Glace. Semi-Dual, the Persian Yogi. Oh my aunt! Dual says he prefers the more progressive countries and he certainly would appear to believe that it pays to advertise. Well, Judson sure has played him up. If you'll read his stuff, you'll think Semi must be one of the three original Wise Men.” We were in the room of the Moctezuma “And now, Mr. | 175 suite assigned to us for our use at the time, ' waiting for word from Haddon in regard to our visit to Camp Little. Dual had break- fasted in his own room, but Danny had whispered to us that he had been up since five, apparently having followed out his suggestion to Judson that he would arise in time to greet the sun over the ridge that flanked Nogales on the east. And Jim had taken the opportunity to question the lad. “What’s he telling you to do, young sleuth? He was talkin’ to you a good deal on the train, and I noticed he kept you with him last night.” Danny knitted his brows. “JI don’t make him, Mr. Jim,” he returned. ‘‘ He’s told me a lot of things I don’t much more than half understand, but so far as doin’ anything in this! dope case goes, all he’s said is that I’mjjust to keep my eyes an’ ears open, and t¢ll him what I hear or see, or think.” Sats Jim nodded. ‘“ Nobody . makes him, Danny,” he declared. ‘“ But your instruc- tions sound like the three monkeys gag reversed. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, that’s the monkey motto; while accordin’ to you, you’re to see, an’ hear, an’ relate everything. But never mind; as I told Glace when we started out here, he’s a human addin’ machine. Subtotals don’t mean a thing in his life, but when he’s ready to pull the lever—blam!” Danny sighed and dived into a grape- fruit. But his youthful face was intent, and there was an eager light in his eyes. * We're goin’ out to the camp this morn- in’ aren’t we?” he asked at length. “‘'We are if Haddon connects,” Jim said. Hence it was but as the fulfillment of an expected event, that Dan himself finally en- tered the room where Jim and:I were dis- cussing Judson’s story, and told us that a car was waiting in front of the Moctezuma to convey us to the camp, and that Haddon had telephoned a few moments before to say he was sending it up from a local garage. ‘“* Keno,” said Jim. “All the beans are nm a row on the proper numbers.” He got ip, lighted a fresh cigar and picked up his rat. We went down, found Dual in the foyer, GOMIGIOO SS (C@) nn