HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1928-07-19, Page 7THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCAT£THURSDAY, JURY 10th, 1928
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John Ainsley,
Master Thief
by
■ Arthur Somers Roche
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THE JEWELLED CASKET
BEGIN HERE TODAY
..John Ainsley, a man* of education
and breeding, becomes a master
crook—-preying upon other thiev
es. Amidst all the afternoon
traffic on Fifth Ave., he knocks
down a man whom he sees brut-
.ally rubbing a hunchback’s hump,
and then runs.
At an auction Ainsley Brakes a
small purchase of tapestry and
sits back and watches the pro
ceedings. The auctioneer holds
up a golden box, studded with
jewels, that had been made for a
multimillionaire of vulgar tastes.
The box. is sold for $65,000 to
Marcus Anderson, a man, who
became, dutnig the war, one of
the riohest men in the world.
MOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
I stayed a while longer, watching
less valuable things as they were
auctioned off, but I noticed no one
present who seemed to offer me a
•chance of future profit- They were
.alllL&ecent well-bred folk, and it is
natupon these that I wage my war
fare. No gentleman or lady need
•ever fear the activities of John Ain
sley. There are enough vulgarians
in the world for me to prey on.
a ,/iSo I left. I dismissed Anderson
■from my mind. Afer all I need an ^opportunity for the exercise of my
talent, and there was no opportun
ity here. *
It was sheer accident that made
me lunch that day at the Mirabeau.
The winelike air and the bright sun
made me continue down the Avenue
as far as Washington Square, and
then I discovered that I was hungry.
The Mirabeap, the resort of lovers
of good "food, was the nearest place.
I dropped in there, surrendered my
self to the discretion of the voluble
French waiter who attended me,
. and began a hearty meal.
I paid little attention to my fel
low guests, an almost evenly divid
ed mixture of Bohemians, business
men and Frenchmen. I notice that
those who scrutinize their neighbors
in public places invite an equal
scrutiny, and so I. keep my eyes up-
8n my plate. I am content that
bw people knew me by the name
u'der which I choose to masquer
ade.
But a waiter stumbled against
me, and in acknowledging his quick
apology, 11 looked up. Just beyond
him I saw two people- One was
the hunchback whose humiliation—
although he had not at the time Xjeemed aware of it—I had resented
’today. The other was the most
dangerous man in Europe, the man
whom I had outwitted months ago,
Monsieur Armand Cochet, known to
the underworld and the police of
Europe as the master criminal lead
er of the world, the White Eagle.
Myself? Ah, I say that Cochet is
the greatest criminal leader. I
work alone, needing no gangsters to
carry out my orders, using no mach
inery save my own hands and mind
in the achievement of my triumphs.
Also, if more need be said on the
question of the relative abilities of
the White Eagle and myself, you
who have read my memoirs wll re
member the affair of the Club of
One-Eyed Men, and will not have
forgotten that I scored off the White
Eagle in that instance.
The great matter, I knew that the
White Eagle had not forgotten it,
and while I may claim to at least
, the ordinary courage, I will confess
that, as I met those fierce blue eyes,
panic assailed me.
The great curved beak which was
his nose and which, in conjunction
> with his white hair, had given him
his nickname; the wide mouth, thin
lipped, with a sneering droop at the
HE DIDN’T THINK
DYSENTERY
COULD BE RELIEVED
Mr. John Mclling, Fenner, Alta.,
Writes:—44I am a returned soldier,
3md when I came home from overseas
.1 Buffered greatly with dysentery. The
[doctor said it was chrdnic and did not
think it coiild be relieved. However,
lie doctored me for quite a while, but
?*flid. me no good. . One day the druggist
me if I had ever tried
! 4 4 On his recommendation I bought r
hu bottle and, after I bad taken It H 1
liomo relief, eo «I get two mere, and
?have never hid the dyaantory since
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corner, and the lithe body, still
powerful despite his years—these
filled me with a fear that I have
never known before. And I have
seen the gray-clad hoche leaping
down into the trench where I was
standing.
And then I was able to banish
fear, For I remembered that the
White Eagle did not know the face
of the man who had tricked him
months ago. True, one of his fol
lowers knew me, but men are rare
ly recognized by subscriptions. And
even as I gave myself this assur
ance, the White Eagle glanced care
lessly away, and he and his com
panion followed the waiter to a
table.
I heard them state that they were
expecting a thifd person, and I took
the chance that that third person
was not the one-eyed follower of
the White Eagle who knew me by
sight. For where the White Eagle
flew, there must .be prey. I had
robbed him of his quarry before; I
might do it again.
And this was a game worthy of
my talent. Robbing stupid 'profiters
hardly gave me excitement. But
snatching meat from the talons of
the White Eagle was a man’s sport.
I smiled as I thought of the elabor
ate organization ruled by M. Cochet.
What a triumph if once again I
could make that organization work,
not foi' its master, but for myself.
Fear counseled me to pay my
cheque and quietly depart. Pride
told me that if I continued the easy
road, my genius would desert me. I
called myself an artist; in my heart
I knew that I was worthy of that
title. But the artist who of delib
erate choice paints pot-boilers cease
to be an artist. I had wished to
rob Anderson, a gross, stupid man
without wit to cope with me if I de
cided to assail his security. Had I
snatched Anderson’s box, it would
have been an act of common rob
bery.
Yet I had lor a moment consider
ed doing that very thing. Why?
Because my wits were growing
rusty from disuse. Here was a
chance to sharpen them. And even
as I said this to myself, I realized
that I had spoken the truth. For
into the restuarant came Marcus
Anderson, and he joined the White
Eagle and his hunchback compan
ion.
“My dear Duke ” cried Anderson.
So Monsieur Armand Cochet, the
White Eagle, was a duke! The sen
timentalities that April had brought
to me left me for good.
Beyond Anderson’s 'saluation to
the couple who awaited him, I could
hear no more of their speech. Only
the multimillionaire’s snobbish de
light at knowing a gentleman' of
title had enabled me to hear his
greeting.
Anderson had deliberately spoken
loudly in order that the patrons of
the restaurant might know that ar-
istrocracy was here. Now, content
that attention had been attracted,
Anderson did not raise his voice.
But stealing an occasional glance at
him through the medium of a mir
ror on the wall, I could see that the
man was overcome with snobbish
gratification.
But one does not need to hear—
if one is John Ainsley—in order to
know what is being said. I could
follow the course of their conversa
tion easily. First there were the
pleasant inquiries concerning each
other’s health. Then there was a
reminiscent anecdote by the White
Eagle. The pale-faced hunch-back
capped his leader’s story. Ander
son delivered himself of a "heavy
jest. Encouraged, he began to
brag. The White Eagle led him on,
ably assisted by the cripple.
I could tell that the two crimin
als—the hunchback must necessar-
ly be a criminal, inasmuch as he was
the White Eagle’s companion—were
grossly flattering their-guest. And
Anderson was lapping it up like a
greedy pup.
, Now, Armand Cochet did nothing,
I judged, without a purpose. The
man, fallen, it is true, from his high
estate, but a man of fine instuitions
and delicate instincts- Such a one
could take no pleasure in the so
ciety. of Anderson. This was busi
ness’upon which the» White Eagle
was engaged; nothing less would
have made him tolerate the society
of the profiter.
6 But what was his business? I
meant, when I put the question to
myself, the exact nature of the
scheme which the White Eagle must
be planning. Robbery, of course;
but what, when and how?
I lingered over my coffee until
the others paid their Cheque and
passed by my table. 1 stole an
other .glance at the hunchback. He
was a fit companion for his master,
for despite his slight and deformed
physique, there was upon his face
a ruthlessness equal to that of the
White Eagle. His delicate features
and pale skin would have made the
unobservant class him as a poetic-
minded youth. Most of us, when
delicacy is coupled with deformity,
f.seiibe spiritually to the partner-
But T, who must Itnow criiii**
inals, understood that the clean-cut
mouth was vicious, and that the
brown eyes flashed hate more often
than mirth. »
Leisurely I followed them. I
saw them step into Anderson's town
car and start up-town. I followed
in a taxi. I was not foolish enough
to tell my driver to follow the car
ahead, that I wished to’ eh joy the
spring air; and when the town-car
turned a corner, J suggested to my
driver that he do the same thing.
So wthout rousing the chauffeur’s
curious suspicions, I saw the town
car stop before a modest private
residennce on a side-treet in the
upper East Side, and noted the num
ber of. the house into, which the
White Eagle and his companions
entered, As for Anderson, his ad
dress was easy to find. A telephone
book—or if his telephone was not
listed, there were a hundred other
ways to find wfefiEg he lived- I did
not wish to follow him further.
I dismissed my taxi at Madison
Avenue, and entered a grocery store
It was an expensive-looking shop,
the sort that would have a fashion
able patronage. I asked to see the
proprietor, told that I wanted five
minutes of his time, and went dir
ectly to the point.
“I’:
business,” I said,
matic windshield
manufactor.
hard to find.
vinced by a demonstration They
think K won’t wear, So I have let
them use it for a couple of weeks,
Now, social position and bank re
ference mean nothing to me, I’ve
Court'd out that the rich peppiq
the less inclined they are to pay
little bills in a hurry. I’ve only a
small capital and I need cash. The
people in this neighborhood trade'
wth
pay
you. You know the ones
by the fifth of the month,
- (To be Continued)
that
One of Goderich’s oldest residents
died at his home in Goderich recent
ly, Mr- James C. Laithwaite.
Mr. Earl Crich, of Clinton has
been oppointed as the new “Speed
Cop.” He has been supplied with a
new motorcycle and will start pat
rolling the county road system at
once. ’ „
After many months of suffering,
S. C, Millson, of St. Marys died at
her home age 80 $£ars. They came
to the old Moore homestead in Ful-
larton and remained there for eigh
teen years when they moved to St.
Marys. She leaves her husband, two
sons and one daughter.
well
Fred
three
stake
The Wolverton Flour Mills, of
St. Marys has purchased the flour
mill in Seaforth, possession August
the 1st, The company owns a mill
atkjSt. Marys as well as one in New.
Hamburg-^ Seaforth mill is
equipped.’
Gratton Bars owned by
Thrower, of Norwood, won
strong heats in the $25,000
event in Toledo on July 11th, cap
turing his first heat after a stirring
fight. Gratton Bars made the mile
in 1.59i equalling his time on the
London track last year. As a re
sult of the race Fred Thrower won
$15,625, this is his second $25,000
stake in which Gratton Bars has
come first.
Mr. and Mrs, J. G. Graham, Bay-
field Road, celebrated their fortieth
wedding anniversary recently. Mr.
and Mrs. Graham spent the day in
Ashfield and on their return found
a company of friends and relatives
numbering about forty assembled in
their home, which had been prettily
decorated with flowers. They were
the recipients of a number of val
uable gifts.
Pains In Back |
. FUtewH a j
Serious Operation i
Mm. H. Blood, Soemtee,
writes hud gone through, a
one operation which left me with a bad*
pain in the back.
4 4 After trying many different rent*
edies without getting any relief, mjy
sister asked me to try Doan’s Kidney^
Pills as they bad helped her so mudL
441 took a box and felt so mudf-
better I took three mere.
4 4 It has been nearly four years agar
that I took them and I have not beeak
bothered with, my back since Jf
Price 50c. a bo<
at all druggists
dealers, or mailed
direct om receipt off
price by The T.
bum Co., Limited^
Toronto, Ont.
m in the automobile accessory
“I have an auto
cleaner that I
It’s an article that’s
People won’t be con-
THE
TRADE AND
C. T. O’HARA, Deputy Minister
The Empire
Opportunity in
Manufactured Goods
Of 38 groups of manufac
tured goods Canada sells
the Empire to the total of
$178,000,000. It is to be
remembered that the Em
pire imports from all
countries these goods to
the amount of $2,571,000,-
000. The British Empire
presents a tremendous
opportunity for the devel
opment of export on these
commodities.
OTTAWA
Hon. JAMES MALCOLM, Minister
OLL down the map of the world. Follow the British Empire
red through the continents and across the seas. There you
"* see beckoning markets for Canada—where fewer trade
restrictions intervene, Where British tradition is appreciated, where
Canada is known. There we can sell. There we can also buy.
Canada is buying more Empire goods than ever before—things we
cannot grower make—raw materials for our factories. Since 1922
Canada’s imports from Empire countries have increased 67 per cent.'
Last year we bought Empire goods to the value of $250,000,000.
And what is Canada selling the Empire? Last year we shipped
$500,000,000 worth of our products toother British lands, an increase
of 44.3 per cent, in six years.
The various parts of the Empire want more Canadian goods. A
demand exists among them for Canadian manufactures, or for the
products of Canadian lands or waters. But we must see that our
exports are maintained at a rigid standard, that they are packed as
consumers desire, and that our prices are right*
To encourage this growing Empire trade, eleven of Canada’s twenty-
four Trade Commissioners abroad, are working in Empire centres.
They are familiar with the demands of the people among whom they
live. Their services and the information they gather are at the
command of any Canadian producer or exporter. To get into touch
with Trade Commissioners, write the Commercial Intelligence
Service, Department of Trade and Commerce, Ottawa.
When you buy Empire goods, you do a part in making possible
greater Canadian exports to these sister countries. Whew we sell
we must also buy.
DEPARTMENT OF