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GOING STRAIGHT
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Something clicked sharply in his hand. "Come out from there, or I'll shoot!"
"It's muh," cried a voice the size of a robin's, and Jimmie's kid held up thin little hands thru the leaves.
''Come out," said Remington, sternly. "What are you doing here?"
"Pop axed me tuh bring de poiper," and he flung a newspaper at Remington's, feet.
He opened it quickly. On the second page was scrawled a message, and the paper shook so in his hands that Remington could hardly read. Briggs had at last summoned him.
instant the men outside heard the soft pad of his feet as he dropped to the floor. Then the Kid groped forward, as he had done in that delightful and only game of blindman's buff, and his finge rs came in contact with something round and curly and soft.
A soft little hand was instantly clapped over his mouth.
"Ssh! it's me — Carmen." Another hand sought his and led him out of the pantry closet to a sudden blaze of light. They were in the big windowless pantry, and the place was alive with beautiful little children, seated on shelves and grouped on chairs.
The Kid was too awed to speak. For once he forgot his mission completely.
There, right in the midst of the children, was a big, fat, Chinese
THERE, RIGHT IX THE MIDST OE THE CHIL WAS A BIG, FAT, CIIIXESE COOK
It was a big house in big, unlighted grounds that loomed before Remington and Briggs as they wormed thru the hedge. They had watched the lights go out one by one, and the kid had been sent to spy on the garage in case the chauffeur or gardener took to prowling. Now he wormed ahead of them, his bare feet scarcely touching the turf.
Once in the shadow of the house, the three' circled it until they came under a little, high-set window. It was just about big enough for a man to stick his head thru.
Briggs made a "back," and the Kid crawled up on it, softly raising the window and wormine himself in. In another
cook, and he was grinning like an idol and
h audi n g
out
crimson, leaky tarts right and left.
"Ith is for you; ith thweet!" and Carmen thrust a tart right into the Kid's month.
Now, he had never tasted a tart, much less seen one, and the scrumptious creation was his downfall. He lingered to eat, forgetting all else. Pretty soon the cook said "Belly well" and switched off
the light. There was a
skirmishing ot
little feet up the back stairs and all was quiet.
The Kid stood alone, his hand grasping Carmen's. From the kitchen came the tinv tinkle of broken glass.
"Run like hburglars."
•11 !" hissed the Kid — "it's