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Show pCOME AGAIN' HARRINGTON By Maurice Vincent pHE gentleman entering the Silver Dollar Caf wore tan iloves and carried a silver headed cane The cane wai the type that concealed a long and wicked blade. The gentleman. Mr Franklin Q nncy Harrigan by name, was known by the police of three continents con-tinents for certain felonious activities activi-ties concerning the banking profession pro-fession Every literate person In the world had heard of "Come counter, tipped his hat at an extraordinary ex-traordinary confidence man since Yellow Kid" Weil Mr Harrington placed his or-nnie or-nnie talking stick atop the counter lipped his hat at an expensive ex-pensive angle and looked at the waitress who appeared to be slightly flustered She was staring at the man as she might gaze at an exotic bird. 'Coffee, my dear," said Mr. Harrington gently He had a weakness weak-ness fur pretty girls and Trexy Hartman was decidedly a pretty girl Mr Harrington's tastes were grnerally pretty Jaded . . . and expensive. But this girl could well bo an exception, Mr. Harrington mused. What Is the name of the banker In this village, my girl?" asked Come Again." He waved i hand expressively and on his little finger glittered a stone large enough to blind a locomotive headon. "Mr. Grange Hartman .... fir," said Trexy. She blushed at Mr. Harrington gazed at her in a fashion that would lead you to believe she had Just recited one of Einstein's equations from memory. mem-ory. "And where does Mr. Hartman . . live?" asked Mr. Harrington softly It was his fashion to- first make a social call on the bankers of his choice. What went on at those conferences only the bankers and Mr. Harrington were aware. Mr Harrington considered this knowledge as business secrets and the bankers were generally too reluctant to bring up the subject f ... even to the police. i "Mr. Hartman .... lives across the street (she pointed with a pink finger) in the white house . . . got green shutters...." said Trexy. "Mr. Hartman.... the banker.... is my grandfather...." she added. Then Trexy done a very unusual thing She reached tor a package of money, the weeks receipts from the Silver Dollar Cafe, and handed them to the gaudy stranger. "Would you... give this money to my grandfather. . .for deposit?" she asked shyly. Then she smiled at Mr. Harrington as Innocent as a child. Mr. Harrington dropped his walking stick with a great clatter. Muttering to himself, he picked up his cane, and then. In turn, dropped his gloves. The gentleman's gen-tleman's poise had left him. "My dear," said Mr. Harrington Harring-ton sadly. "You have Just ruined a fine career." Trexy looked at him. not understanding. under-standing. There was a light in her eyes that no one. except Mr. Harrington, had been privileged to see. "Come Again" Harrington recognized the look and it made him a bit sad to think of th wasted years. As he arose from the stool, leaving his coffee untouched, un-touched, he looked at the shabby Ulterior of the Silver Dollar. He glanced at the lovely features of Trexy Hartman. He handed the money back to the girL "Must be getting a bit soft," he muttered. He picked up his gloves and stick and prepared to leave. He reflected for one brief Instant upon the banker and his good fortune to be spared a visit by the world's most accomplished scoundrel. "Will you come again?" asked Trexy anxiously. "I doubt It." said Mr Harrington. Harring-ton. Then he smiled bleakly. "Congratulate your grandfather upon his good fortune Just tell him that "Come Again" Harrington Harring-ton will not pass this way again. He'l understand. Then, with a polite tip of his expensive hat, he was gone. |