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Updated: September 23, 2025
He glanced at the lean length. "One hundred and twenty-eight?" "Thirty-two," said Blue Jeans, and somehow resentfully. "Fine fine! Well?" Blue Jeans had learned to make decisions with suddenness. He gave this one, however, a full five seconds' consideration. Then he reached out and possessed himself of the card. "Scratch Blake and send bearer against Condit Saturday.
"Skipped out, that's a measly shame!" he exclaimed, wrathfully. "But what's that white thing stuck in the crotch of the wand yonder?" demanded Toby; "looks to me like it might be some sort of communication from our poor pard Hen Condit; because that's an old scout and Indian way of leaving word, you know." Elmer was already hurrying forward to possess himself of the message.
I sure believe my ears must have fooled me!" exclaimed Lil Artha. "Hen Condit robbed his uncle and guardian, are you telling us, Landy?" gasped Toby; "aw! come off, now, you're just giving us taffy, thinking it smart."
Back of him the fire smouldered, as though feeding on wood that had been thrown upon it some time before. It was Hen Condit! Imagine the thrill that passed through Elmer, Lil Artha and those other fellows when they made this out to be a fact.
And as he's carried out one or two political missions for the United States, I suppose he's had to know some of these people. To-morrow or the next day, I expect to have the records of both Ivan Abramovitch and Condit. It will all help, though the bearing on the murder is perhaps indirect."
"And now if you'll listen to something I've got to tell, you can understand what sort of interest we've got in this thing." So in as few words as possible he narrated the story of how Hen Condit had acted in such a queer way, robbing his uncle and guardian, and actually leaving a silly letter that fastened the crime on his own shoulders.
"Why, you see," answered the other, only too willing to explain to the best of his ability, "ma, she sent me over on an errand to the Condit house. I was madder'n hops about it, too, because I just knew I'd be keepin' the fellows waiting here under the Grandaddy Oak."
It was simple enough for Condit to drop on him from behind, and then the two of us knocked him senseless, got him into a cab, and carried him away to Smike Street to the place which you raided. "Mr. Grell knew nothing about that incident till it was over. He was staying in Grave Street at the time, and the idea occurred to me of holding your man as a hostage.
If he looks as good to you as he has to me, keep him busy. Some day I may have employment for him myself." It was signed with the single letter D. "There are no strings to it, after Condit?" Blue Jeans asked finally. "None if you want to quit. None." "Then what is there in it for you?" Blue Jeans had been schooled to be skeptical concerning any act masking as purely philanthropic.
Your men were very clever, and I could not shake 'em off at first. I was determined to go to any length to protect Grell, so I went into an outfitter's where there was a public telephone, and put a call to a place where I was sure to find Condit. I fixed up with him to wait for the man who was shadowing me, and I led him down to Whitechapel.
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