Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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ae ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. -a bell—at any rate, made some sort of York. He saw that the alley had no con- Iss. nection with the rag shop, except as it about the poor chap you left on offered a means of reaching the rear houses, | w—down in the Cracker Pot cel- And now conscience tendered its own re- >”? shouted conscience. And the worst ward. It came as the result of Bruce’s it was that the clarion voice kept on fixed attention on the problem relative to repeating the question, “ How about it? Jole. ‘ow about it?” This alley—it might offer a solution to ‘Some concession had to be made to so the vexed question, “ How did Connors van- persistent a monitor, so Bruce stepped to ish from the Cracker Pot?” the curb to secure a better view of the Once more Bruce,retired to the curb, and acker Pot frontage. No matter how from this point considered the value of his y he was, some effort at concentration discovery. ‘There was no doubt but that to be made. the right-hand side of the alley was the re- Well, there was the main entrance to the taining wall of the Cracker Pot. acker Pot. Certainly, he knew all about To venture within would have been in- that. Then there were two windows, one discreet, as he was without a light. Bai- each side of this entrance. All right, there ley’s embarrassing situation also called for was nothing new about this, either. If he relief at the earliest possible moment. He int sanded to gain entrance to the Cracker would hurry to the ferry house, engage the - Pot for the purpose of releasing Joie, some carriage, place the negress in it, under Bai- starting point of greater yalue would have _ley’s charge, and keep the whole outfit ~ to be found. moving long enough to allow for a complete How about the ladies’ entrance, he asked investigation of the promising alley. At ; self? | the ferry entrance he hired a weary-looking He crossed the sidewalk and tried the old chariot drawn by a team of horses that . i showed signs of life only by the fact that No use—it was locked. they were still in harness. The owner and Returning to his point of vantage at the driver was one Larry Doyle—lifelong resi- curb. Bruce for the first time gave attention dent and hackman of Cherry Hill. t the buildings which flanked the Cracker The ride to the warehouse was a short Pot: a ship’s chandlery on the right; a rag one, and as Bruce emerged from Doyle's ~ shor on the left. veteran coach he saw that Bailey had evi- eee, what was this? Three doors to dently effected some sort of compromise ths tag shop building! In the center, the with the negress, as her arm was linked "regulation store entrance; to the right of through his with all the confidence of a June “that. toward the Cracker Pot, two more. bride. Sia One evidently led to the apartments above; “Escort your friend to the carriage, Seal ell, that was strange—\where the said Bruce. a eR ind stirred. wou ave ‘ | As he looked a breath of wi ay a a wee, significant dried leaves, or good wine wasted at the =, + a. a swinging on its, spleet. English for him had become a dead = anguage. oes. Be eecsting Placing his hand = The combined efforts of the three men st it, he found that without effort it were required to squett the lagging ¢ pack, disclosing a Jong tunnel-like tions of the negress through the see, . or alley. One glance within and door, after which Bailey climbed on the eae front seat by the side of Doyle. “a ements in the rear—a col. “It’s a shame we can't make two loads of br gactont rookeries common to the - this,” was the latter’s comment as he:sates # AD a il - i . “25 _ es - * a 4,47. yo . POT en). os jie = - a <P ihe ee ee . “te more crowded districts of New the strain on the traces. ae "_7Q BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK 6)». pees