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- MUTT AND JEFF

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An abnormally quiet morning came darn cuss can disguise himself to grief in the office of Police In- look like Napoleon, if he chooses." spector Joe Warren, when the door No one answered him, and a woment suddenly was flung wide to admit a later they drew up before an apart- pale-faced and excited individual of ment house. middle age and medium stature,

It happened that Warren himself was loitering in the outer office, and received quick and first hand-informa- tion concerning the reason for the intrusion.

The newcomer stared wildly about the room.

His eyes fell on Warren, watching him from near a front win- dow, and he crossed quickly,

"Inspector Warren?" he asked. Warren nodded.

"My name's Barstow. I have an insurance agency two blocks down the street. My wife telephoned a few moments ago to tell me that our baby had been kidnapped. I didn't wait to telephone, but came here as quickly as possible."

"Why didn't you tell the first police-- man you met? There must be one on duty between here and your building." The man stared into Warren's eyes.

"Because," he said, "I have every reason to suspect that the kidnapper is The Flash. I knew that a police man would be of little use in track- ing down such a notorious criminal." Warren looked sourly across the room to where his subordinate, Detec- tive Bradley, was eavesdropping on

The man led the way up the steps and paused before the door.

"Maybe I'd better get a doctor," he said. "Never thought of it before. Nellie faints pretty easy." He started back down

the steps turned on reaching the street. "Sec- ond floor, apartment 11:"

The policemen hurriedly mounted the stairs to the second floor. The number nearest the stairs was one. They moved along the corridor, glanc- ing at each of the seven doors. The highest number they could find was 7.

Warren suddenly whirled on Detec- tive Bradley. "Jim, I'll bet a thousand dollars that guy Barstow was The

in Flash, rigged up

one of his famous disguises!"

"Bet not taken. He's slipped an- other one over on us.. Why?"

They hurried back to the street. It was deserted. "Jim, he wanted to get us out of the office for some reason. He wanted to do it so badly that he used himself for bait. Wouldn't trust a 'phone call. It must be important.”

They spent ten minutes locating taxi. It was fully thirty minutes be- fore they returned to headquarters.

The office was in a furore. Warren got hold of a uniformed policeman and

By James Freeman

the conversation. Bradley looked wrung the story from him. equally sour and came across the

room.

Fifteen minutes after they left, it seemed, a man named Barstow who ran an insurance agency two blocks He said: "Don't worry about your below headquarters had been held up offspring, Barstow. If The Flash and robbed. He had in his office at has had a finger in it, the kid is the time a large premium which was safe. This is merely one of his gags.' to be paid a policy holder at noon that

The man looked bewilderingly from day.

one to the other. And Warren ex- The alarm had been given by a plained: "The Flash is a notorious client, who had dropped in at the thief. But he steals jewellery and agency office and found Barstow bound money, not kids. He never kills or and gagged. Headquarters had been injuries his victims. He's probably notified. Policemen had rushed into the vainest man alive. Always writ the street. "There's Barstow him- ing us letters, stating that he's go- self, just stepping from a taxi," said ing to pull a certain Job at a certain one of them. Barstow had told the time and place. Dares us to catch officers that the bandit had called office Lakeport from the insurance 'phone and told someone to meet him at the station. The chase had led in that direction.

him.".

Partial relief showed in the man's face.

“And you think that probably this "

"We received such a letter yester- day," Warren cut in. “It's my opin- ion that this kidnapping is merely to throw us into a furore. I can't im- agine why. Unless Mr. Flash is be- ing playful again."

"Playful?"

"Playful, yes. He often leads us a wild goose chase about the city, and then makes a clean getaway-just to show how smart he is."

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Warren asked for the client who had given the alarm. But the client had disappeared, gone with the cops.

Warren groaned and started for the door. Bradley followed. A few min- utes later they were in the insurance office, bending over the bound figure of Barstow.

"Just as I suspected," Warren grunt- ed. "That client was too excited to release` Barstow, He wanted to get the police on the job. The men who met the cops as they rushed from

It was plain to the man that both Inspector Warren and Detective Brad- ley were not a little annoyed at thus being "played" with. It ruffled their headquarters was not Barstow at all,

dignity. They were, he saw, reluctant but The Flash, disguised to look like

about displaying interest in a case which concerned the notorious Flash.

"That's all very interesting, gentle men. But in the meantime, Nellie, my wife, is about frantic over the loss of her baby. If

Barstow. He lured us away first, and then returned to headquarters in time to give the cops a bum steer. By now he's well away, and, as usual laugh- ing up his sleeve' at us."

Bradley sighted. "We'll get him yet, chief. He can't pull that disguise stuff forever and get away with it." "Maybe," Warren agreed. "And maybe not.”

Warren roused himself. "Sorry," he muttered gruffly. "Como on, Jim."

Followed by the man the two police- men descended to the street. They hailed a cab, and Barstow gave an (Copyright, 1998,” By The Associat- address. En route Warren said: "The ed Newspapers).