The Argosy, Christmas 1912 — page 130: what you’re looking at

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with |) sperate azard SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED. LatE one Tuesday night there is great excitement in the office of the Minneapolis Meteor, about to go to press, as it is discovered that no crime has been committed in town. This means that the paper loses out on the three-year contract of Steinenbaum Brothers, who stipulate that their department-store announcement must be run next to this sort of reading-matter. Brennant, the city editor, is eager to get to press; Hop- kinson, the advertising manager, declares that it is as much as his job is worth to lose that ad., and in the emergency, Lewis, reporter, undertakes to turn up a murder which shall get them out of the scrape and escape all chance of being detected as a fake. Getting a theatrical troupe leaving town that night in a motor to help him, he shoots a blank cartridge at a man in full view of some two hundred people in the public square. The body is hastily snatched up by the confederates in the motor, who all take train to New York. Lewis makes the mistake of using in his story the name of an old-time boyhood enemy of his—John S. Perkins—as the man who is shot, and Inspector Flinch, late of Scotland Yard, whom he has lately interviewed, pieces this fact with one of Lewis’s gloves he has picked up in the square, and bears him off to the lockup, after Lewis has made a desperate break to escape arrest in the city- room. CHAPTER V. THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS. Lewis hopelessly shrugged, then nod- ned. <A rude jerk pulled him around. “Come on!” growled the sergeant HERE is nothing else for it. Tewis turned a despairing look over his shoulder and met the gaze of the editor, standing up be- hind his desk. Brennant raised one hand and laid his finger on his lips. Accompanying the gesture there was a look of almost pleading inquiry, easy to read and interpret, in the editor’s eyes. Answering the look and gesture, on his left. The man glowered at him vindic- tively, his face still purple from the shock of the reporter’s rash attack, whose brunt he had borne alone. “Ye’ll be tryin’ some new dodge here in a minute—and I'll pay ye up for that butt ye gave me just now, me lad, a little later on. Ye'll be sorry for it, mark what I’m sayin’. Git along wid ye, now!” Began November ARGosY. Back numbers for sale at this office. 116 CO EloOOkS C©