"Bob Russell," said Ned, also laughing, "would you like the use of
our bath tub for a few moments?"
"Would I!" laughed the young reporter rubbing his tinted and smoke
begrimed hands together as if to wash them. "Well, I guess I would.
My hands are up. What's next?"
"Wash up and we'll see," exclaimed Ned.
The young reporter was still laughing. "And if it isn't too much
trouble," he asked, "would you mind if Buck took his check over to
the depot and got the suit case that it calls for? Then we'll talk
business."
In less than twenty minutes the sun burnt, dirty Gus Lippe had been
transformed into the dapper Bob Russell. When be reappeared in
fresh linen, outing clothes and a natty straw hat, he was still
laughing. Approaching the group in the drawing room, where Marshal
Jack Jellup had now arrived, the young reporter took out his pocket
book and a five dollar bill.
"I'll pay that back first," he began; and then noticing one of his
cards he politely handed it to the marshal. It read:
ROBERT RUSSELL
KANSAS CITY COMET
"Ye'r a purty fresh kid," sneered Jellup.
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