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the news-Herald, hilLsboro, ohio, Thursday, September 10, 1914
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wave his hand; saw also the opei
wonder on the reporter's pleasant
face.
"Who Is your friend, Norton?"
Bralne asked tndlirrnntly, his head
still unturned.
"Stanley Hargreavo. Met him In
Hongkong when I was sent over to
handle a part of the revolution. War
correspondence stuff. First time 1
ever ran across htm on Broadway at
night. We've since had some pow
wows over some rare books. Queer
old cock; brave as a Hon, but as quiet
as a mouse."
"Bookish, eh? My kind. Bring him
over." Underneath the table Bralne
maneuvered to touch the foot of the
princess.
"I don't know," said the reporter
dubiously, "He might say no, and
that would embarrass the whole lot of
us. He's a bit of a hermit. I'm sur
prised lo Bee him here."
"Try," urged the princess. "I like
to meet men who are hermits."
"I haven't the least doubt about
that," the reporter laughed. "I'll try;
but don't blame me if I'm rebuffed."
He left the table with evident re
luctance and approached Hargreave,
The two shook hands cordially, for tho
elder man was rather fond of this
TTlAfllnV flf fnfnrTnntlnn lrnnwn na Tim
i Norton.
"Sit down, boy; sit down. You're
just the kind of a man I've been want
ing to talk to tonight."
"Wouldn't you rather talk to a pret
ty woman?
"I'm an old man."
"Bah! That's a hypocritical bluff,
nnd you know It. My friends at the
next table have asked me to bring
you over."
"I do not usually care to meet
strangers."
"Make an exception this once," said
the reporter, who had seen Bralne's
eyes change and was curious to know
why the appearance of Hargreave in
tho mirror .had brought about that
metally gleam. Hero were two
unique men; he desired to see them
face to face.
"This once. My fault; I ought not
to be here; I feel out of place. What
a life, though, you reporters lead! To
meet kings and presidents and great
financiers, socialists and anarch
ists, the whole scale of life, and to
slap there people on the back as if
they were everyday friends!"
"Now you're making fun of me. For
one king there are always twenty
thick brogans ready to kick me down
the steps; don't forget that."
Hargreave laughed. "Come, then;
let us get It over with."
The introductions were made. Nor
ton felt rattier chagrined. So far as
he could see, the two men were total
strangers. Well, it was all in the
game. Nine out of ten opportunities
for the big story were fake alarms;
but he was always willing to risk the
labor these nine entailed for the sake
of the tenth.
At length Bralne glanced at hl3
watch, and the princess nodded.
Adleux were said. Inside the taxlcab
Bralne leaned back with a deep, aud
ible sigh.
"What It Is?" she asked.
"The luck of the devil's own," he
Bald. "Child of the Steppes, for years
I've flown about seas and continents,
through valleys and over mountains
for what? For the sight of the face
of that man we have just left. At
first glance I wasn't sure; but the
sound of his voice was enough. Olga,
the next time you see that reporter,
throw your arms around his neck and
kiss him. "What did I tell you? With
out Norton's help I would not have
been sure. I'm going to leave you at
your apartment."
"The man of tho Black Hundred?"
she whispered.
"The man who deserted and defied
the Black Hundred, who broke his
vows, and never paid a kopeck for
the privilege; the man who had been
appointed for the supreme work and
who ran away. In those days we need
ed men of his stamp, and to accom
plish this end. . . ."
"There was a woman," she inter
rupted, with a touch of bitterness.
"Always the woman. And she was
as clever and handsome at, you are."
"Thanks. Sometimes . . ."
"Ah, yea I" ironically. "Sometimes
yqu wish you could settle down, marry
and have a family! Your domesticity
would last about a month."
She made no retort because she rec
ognized the truth of this statement
"There's an emerald I know of," he
said rumlnatlvely. "It's quite pos
sible that you may bo wearing it with
in a few days."
"I am mad over them. There is
something in the green stone that fas
cinates me. I can't resist it."
"That's because, somewhere in the
far past, your ancestors were orien
tals. Here we are. I'll see you to
morrow. I must hurry. Good-night."
She stood on the curb for a moment
and watched tho taxlcab as it whirled
around a corner. The man held her
with a fascination more terrible than
any Jewel. She knew him to be a
great and daring rogue, cunning, pa
tient, fearless. Packed away in that
mind of his there were a thousand ac
complished deeds which had roused
futllely the police of two continents.
Bralne I She could have laughed. The
very name he had chosen was an In
solence directed at society.
The subject of her thoughts soon
arrived at his destination. A flight of
stairs carried him into a dimly lighted
hall, smelling evilly of escaping gas.
,-He donned a black mask and struck
the door with a series of light blows;
two, then one, then three, and again
one. The door opened and he slipped
Inside. Round a table sat several men,
also masked. They were all tried and
4raatd rogues; but not one of thorn
knew what Bralne looked like. Ha
alone remained unknown save to tho
man designated as the chief, who was
only Bralne's lieutenant. The mask
waB the Insignia of the Black Hun
dred, an organization with all the ram
ifications of the Camorra without their
abiding stupidity. From the assassina
tion of a king, down to the robbery
of a country post office, nothing was
too great or too small for their nets.
Their god dwells in the hearts of alt
men nnd Is called greed.
The ordinary business over, tho
chief dismissed the men, and ho and
Bralne alone remained.
"Vroon, I have found him," said
Bralne.
"There are but few: which one?"
"Eighteen years ago, In St. Peters
burg." "I remember. The millionaire's eon.
Did he recognize you?"
"I don't know. Probably he did. But
he always had good nerves. He Is
being followed at this moment. We
shall strike quick; for If he recognized
mo he will act quick. He is cool and
brave. You remember how he braved
us that night in Russia. Jumped boldly
through the window at the risk of
breaking his neck. He landed safely;
that Is the only reason he eluded us.
Millions and they slipped through our
fingers. If I could only find some route
to his heart! The lure we held out
to him is dead."
"Or in tho fortress, which Is the
same thing. What are your plans?"
"I have in mind something like this."
And Hargreave was working out his
plans, too; and he was just as much
of a general as Bralne. Ho sat at his
library table, the maxillary muscles
in his jaws working. So they had found
him? Well, he had broken the law
of his own making and he must suffer
the consequences. Bralne, who was
Menshlkoff in Russia, Schwartz in
Germany, Mendoza in Spain, Cartuccl
In Italy, and Du Bots in France; so
the rogue had found him out? Poor
fool that he had been! High spirited,
full of those youthful dreams of doing
good in the world, he had Joined what
he had believed a great secret so
cialistic movement, to learn that he
had beun trapped by a band of bril
liant tbieves. Kidnapers and assassi
nators for hire; the Black Hundred;
fiends from Tophet! For nearly
eighteen years he had eluded them,
for he knew that directly or indirect
ly they would never cease to hunt for
him; and an idle whim had toppled
him into their clutches.
He wrote Beveral letters feverishly.
The last was addressed to Miss Susan
Farlow and read: "Dear Madam: Send
Florence Gray to New York, to arrive
here Friday morning. My half of the
bracelet will be identification. In
closed find cash to square accounts."
He would get together all his available
funds, recover his child, and fly to the
ends of the world. He would tiro
them out. They would find that tho
peaceful dog was a bad animal to
rouse. He rang for the faithful Jones.
"Jones, they have found me," he,
said simply.
"You will need me, then?"
"Quite possible. Please mall these
and then we'll talk It over. No doubt
some one Is watching outside. Be
careful."
"Very good, sir."
Hargreave bowed his head in his
Joined What He Believed to Be a
Great Socialistic Movement.
hands. Many times he had Journeyed
to the school and hung about the
gates, straining his eyes toward the
merry groups ot young girls. Which
among them was his, heart of his
heart, blood of his blood? That sho
might never be drawn Into this
abominable tangle, he had resolutely
torn her out of his life completely.
The happiness of watching the child
grow Into girlhood ho had denied him
self. She at least would be safe. Only
when she was safe in a far country
would he daro tell her. He tried la
vain to conjure up a picture of her;
he always saw the mother whom he
had loved and hated with all tho ardor
of his youth.
Many things happened the next day.
There was a visit to the hangar of
one Wlllfam Orts, tho aviator, famous
for his daredovil exploits. There were
two visitors, In fact, and the second
visitor was knocked down for his
pains. He had tried to bribe Orts.
There were several excited bonkers,
who protested against such large with
drawals without the usual formal an
nouncement. But a. check was a
check, and they had to pay.
Hargreave covered a good deal of
ground, but during all this time his
right hand never left tho automatic In
his overcoat pocket, except at those
moments when he was obliged to sign
his checks. He would shoot and make
inquiries afterward.
Far away a young girl and her
companion got on the train which was
to carry her to New York, the great
dream city she was always longing to
see.
And the spider wove his web.
Hargreave reached home at night.
He put the money in the safe and was
telephoning when Jones entered and
handed his master an unstamped note.
"Where did you get this?"
"At the door, sir. I Judge that the
house is surrounded."
Hargreavo read the note. It stated
briefly that all his movements during
the day had been noted. It was known
that he had collected a million In pa
per money. If he surrendered this ho
would be allowed twenty-four hours
before' the real chase began. Other
wise he should die before midnight.
Hargreave crushed the note In his
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Visited the Hangar of an Aviator.
hand. They might kill him; there
was a chance of their accomplishing
that; but never should they touch his
daughter's fortune.
1 "Jones, you go to the rear door and
I'll take a look out of the front. We
have an hour. I know the breed.
They'll wait till midnight and then
force their way In."
Hargreave saw a dozen shadows in
the front yard.
"Men all about the back yard,"
whispered Jones down the hall.
The master eyed the man.
"Very well, sir," replied the latter,
with understanding. "I am ready."
The master went to the safe, emptied
it of its contents, crossed the hall to
the bedroom, and closed tho door softly 1
behind him, Jones having entered tho ,
same room through another door to be
fool any possible watcher. After a
long while, perhaps an hour, the two
men emerged from the room from the
' same doors they had entered. So whis
pered the watcher to his friends be
low.
"Hargreavo is going upstairs."
"Let him go. Let him take a look
at us from the upper windows. Ho
will understand that nothing but wings
will save him."
Silence. By and by a watcher re
ported that he heard the scutt& of the
roof rattle.
"Look!" another cried, startled.
A bluish glare came from the roof.
"He's shooting off a Roman candle!"
They never saw the man-made bird
till it alighted upon the roof. They
never thought of shooting at it till it
had taken wing! Then they rushed
the doors of the house. They made
short work of Jones, whom they tied
up like a Christmas fowl and plumped
roughly into a chair. They broke open
tho safe, to find It empty. And while
the rogues were rummaging about the
room, venting their spite upon many a
treasure they could neither appreciate
nor understand, a man from the out
side burst in.
"The old man is dead and the money
Is at the bottom ot the ocuun! We
punctured her. She's goue!"
A thin, inscrutable smile stirred the
lips of the man bound in the chair.
CHAPTER II.
The Master's Man.
1 Vroon faced Horgreave's butler som
berly. The one reason why Bralne
made this man his lieutenant was be
' cause Vroon always followed the let
ter of his Instruction) to the final pe
riod; he never sidestepped or added
any frills or Innovations of his own,
and because of this very automatism
ho rarely blundered Into a trap. It
ho failed it was for the simple fact
that the master mind had overlooked
some essential detail. The organiza
tion of the Black Hundred was almost
totally unknown to either the publio
or the polloe. It Is only when you fail
that you are found out.
"The patrolman has been trussed up
like you," began Vroon. "If they find
him they will probably find you. But
before that you will grow thirsty and
hungry. Where did your master put
that money?"
"He carried it with him."
"Why didn't you call for help?"
"The houses on either side are too
tar away. I might yell till doomsday
without being heard. They will have
heard the pistol shots; but Mr. Har
greaves was always practicing In the
backyard."
The people In those two booses
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have been Called out of town. The
servants are off for the night."
"Very Interesting," replied Jones,
staring at the rig.
"Your master Is dead."
Jones' chin sank upon hit) breast.
His heart was heavy, heavier than It
had ever been before.
"Your master left a will?"
"Indeed, I could not Bay."
"We can say. He has still three or
four millions In stocks and bonds.
What ho took to the bottom of tho sea
with him v. as his available cash."
"I know nothing about his finances.
I was his butler and valet."
Vroon nodded. "Come, men; it Is
time we took ourselves off. Put things
In order; close the safe You poor
jackals, 1 always have to watch you
for outbreaks of vandalism. Off with
you!"
Ho was the last to leave. Ho stared
long and scarchingly at Jones, who
felt the burning gaze but refused to
meet It lest tho plotter see the flre in
his. Tho door closed. For fully an
hour Jones listened but did not stir.
They were really gone. Ho pressed
his feet to tho floor and began to hitch
the chair toward the table. Half way
across the intervening space ho crum
pled in the chair, almost completely
exhausted. He let a quarter ot an
hour pass, then made the final attack
upon the remaining distance. He suc
ceeded In reaching the desk, but ho
could not have stirred an Inch farther.
The hair on his head was damp with
sweat and his hands were clammy.
When he felt strength returning ho
lifted the telephone off the hook with
his teeth.
"Central, central! Call tho police
to. come to this number at once; Hur
greavo's house, Rlverdale. Tell them
to break in."
After what seemed an age of wait
ing to the exhausted prisoner, with
crashing and smashing of doors, the
police appeared In the room.
"Where's your gag?" demanded tho
first officer to reach Jones' side.
"There wasn't any."
"Then why didn't you yell for help?"
"The thieves lured our neighbors
away from town. The patrolman who
walks this beat la bound and gagged
and Is probably reposing back of the
billboard In the next block."
"Murphy, you watch this man while
I make a call on the neighbors," said
tho officer who seemed to bo in au
thority. When ho returned he wa3
frowning seriously. "We'd better tele
phone to the precinct to search for
Dennlson. There's nobody at home in
either house and there's nobody back
of tho billboards. Untie the man."
When this as done, the officer said:
"Now, tell us what's happened; and
don't forget any of the details."
Jones told a- simple and convincing
story; it was so simple and convinc
ing that the police believed It without
question.
"Well, If that ain't the limit! Did
you hear any autos outside?"
"I don't recollect," Bald Jones,
stretching his legs gratefully. "Why?"
"The auto bandits held up a bank
messenger today and got away with
twenty thousand. Whenever a man
draws down a big sum they seem to
know about It. And say, Murphy, call
up and have the river police look out
for a new-fangled airship. Your mas-
1
Lifted the Telephone Off the Hook
With His Teeth.
ter may have been rescued," turning
to Jones. 1
"If I were only sure of that, sir!"
When the police took themselves off
Jones proceeded to act upon those
plans laid down by Hargreave early
that night. When this was done he
sought his bed and fell asleep, the
sleep of the exhausted. When Har
greavo picked up Jouos to share his
fortunes, he had put his trust in no
ordinary man.
A dozen reporters trooped out to the
Hargreave home, only to find It de
serted. And while they were ringing
bells and tapping windows, the man
they sought was tramping up and
down the platform of the railway sta-.
tlon.
Through all this time Norton, the
reporter, Hargreave's only friend, slept
the sleep of the Just and unjust. He
rarely opened his eyes before noon.
Group after group of passengers
Jones eyed eagerly. Often, just as he
was In the act of approaching a couple
ot young women, some man would
hurry up, and there would be kisses
or handshakes. At length the crowd
thinned, and then It was that he dis
covered a young girl perhaps eighteen,
accompanied by a young woman In tho
early thirties. They had the appear
ance of eagerly awaiting somo one.
Jon.es stepped forward with a good
dea' of diffidence.
"You are waiting for some one?"
"Yes," said tho elder woman, coldly.
"A broken bracelet?"
The distrust on both faces vanished
Instantly. Tho young girl's' face
brightened, her eyes sparkled with
suppressed excitement.
'"You are ... my father?"
"No, miss," very gravely. "I am the
butler."
"Let me see your part of the brace
let," said the young girl's guardian,
a teacher who had been assigned to
this delicate task by Miss Farlow, who
could not bring herself to say good-by
to Florence anywhere except at the
school gates.
The halves were produced and ex
amined. "I believe wo may trust him, Flor
ence." "Let us hurry to the taxlcab. We
must not stand here."
"My mother?"
"She is dead. I believe she died
shortly after your birth. I have been
with your father but fourteen years.
I know but little of his life prior to
that."
"Why did he leave mo all these
j pai s without ever coming to see me?
Why?"
"It is not for me. Miss Florence, to
inquiro into jour father's act. But I
do know that whatever he did was
meant for the best. Your welfare was
everything to him."
"It is all very strange," said the
girl, bewlldercdly. "Why didn't h"
come to meet me instead of you?"
Jones stared at his hands, miser
ably. "Why?" she demanded. "I have
thought of him, thought of him He
has hurt me with all this neglect. I
expected to see him at the station, to
throw my arms around his neck and
. . . forgive him!" Tears swam In
her eyes as she spoke.
"Everything will be explained to
jou when we reach the house. Bu
always remember this, Miss Florence
You were everything In this wido
world to your father. You will never
know the misery and loneliness ho
suffered that you might not have one
hour of. unrest. What are your plans'"
hr asked abruptly of the teacher from
Miss Farlow's
"That depends," she answered, lay
ing her hand protectingly over the
girl's.
"You could leave Miss Farlow's on
tho moment?"
"Yes."
"Then you will stay and be Miss
Florence's companion?"
"Gladly."
"What Is my father's name?"
"Hargreave, Stanley Hargreave."
Tho girl's eyes widened In terror.
Suddenly she burst Into a wild frenzy
of sobbing, her head against the shoul
der of her erstwhile teacher.
Jones appeared visibly shocked.
"What is it?"
"We read the story in the newspa
per," said the elder woman, her own
cjes filling with tears. "The poor
child' To have all her castles-In-alr
tumble down like this! But what au
thority have you to engage me?" sen
sibly Jones produced a document, dulv
signed by Hargreave, and witnessed
and sealed by a notary, in which it
was set forth that Henry Jones, but
ler and valet to Stanley Hargreavo,
had full powers of attorney In tho
event of his (Hargreave's) disapppar
ance; in the event of his death, till
Florence became of legal age.
Said Jones as he put the document
beck in his pocket: "What is jour
name?"
"Susan Wane."
"Do you love this child?"
"With all my heart, the poor un
happy babe!"
"Thank you!"
Inside the homo he conducted them
through the various rooms, at the
some timo telling them what had ta
ken place during the preceding night.
"They have not found his body?"
asked Florence. "My poor, poor fath
er'" "No."
"Then. he may be alive!"
"Please God that he may!" said tho
butler, with genuine piety, for he had
loved the man who had gono forth in
to the night so bravely and so strange
ly. "This is your room Your father
spent many happy hours here prepar
ing it for you "
Tears cme into the girl's eyes
again, and discreetly Jones left tho
two alone.
"What shall I do, Susan? Whatever
shall I do?"
"Be brave as you always are. I
will never leave you till you find your
father."
Florence kissed her fervently.
"What Is your opinion of the butler?"
"I think we may both trust him ab
solutely." Then Florence began exploring tho
house. Susan followed her closely.
Florence peered behind the mirrors,
the pictures, In the drawers of the
desk, In the bookcases.
"What are you hunting for, child?"
"A photograph of father." But she
found none. More, there were -no pho
tographs of any kind to bo found In
Stanley Hargreave's home.
When Norton awoke, he naturally
went to the door for tho morning pa
pers which were always placed in a
neat pile before the sill. He yawned,
gathered up the bundle, was about to
climb back Into bed, when a head
line caught hU dull eyes. Twenty-ono
minutes later, to be precise, he ran
tip the steps of the Hargreavo home
and rang the bell. He was admitted
by the taciturn Jones, to whom thai
reporter had nover paid any particu
lar attention. Somehow Jones always'
managed to stand in shadows.
"I can add nothing to what has al-i
ready appeared in the newspapers,"'
replied Jones, as Norton opened his)
batteries of inquires.
"Mr. Jones, I have known your mast
ter several years, as you will recollect
Thero never was a woman In thla
house, not even among tho servants.!
There are two In the other roon"u
Who nro they? And what are they
doing here?"
Jones shook his head.
"Well, I can easily find out."
Jones barred his path, and for thai
first time Norton gazed Into tho eyesi
of the man servant. They were asl
hard as gun metal.
"My dear Mr. Jones, you ought to
know that sooner or later we reports
era find out what we seek."
Jones appeared to reflect. "Mr. Nop
ton, you claim to be a friend of Mr.
Hargreave?"
"I do not claim. I am. More than
that I do not believe he Is dead. He
was deep. He had some relentless en
emies I don't know where from or
'Here, Just Glance Over This,
,
what kind and he Is pretending he's
dead till this blows over and Is for
gotten." "You are not going to say that la
your newspaper?" Jones was visibly
agitated.
"Not if I can prove it."
"If I tell you who those young la
dies are, will you give me your word
of honor not to write about them till
I give my permission?"
Norton, having In mind the biai
story at the end of this mystery tan
gle, agreed,
"The elder Is a teacher from a pri
vate school; the other Is Stanley Har
greave's daughter"
"Good Lord!" gasped tho astonlshedl
reporter. "He never mentioned tha
fact to me," and wo've been together
in some tight places."
"He never mentioned It to any one
but me." Jones again seemed to re
flect. At last he raised his glance ta
ttle reporter. "Are you willing to wait
for a great story, the real story?"
"If there Is one," answered Norton
with his usual caution.
"On my word of honor, you shalli
have such a story as you nover dreamt
of, If you will promise not to dlvulgo
it till the appointed timo."
"I agree."
"The peace and happiness of that;
child depends upon how you keep your
word."
That was sufficient for Norton.
"Vour master knew me. He knew also
that I am not a man who promises
lightly. Now introduce me to th
daughter."
With plain reluctance Jones went
about the affair. Norton put a dozen
perfunctory questions to the girl. What
he was In search of was not news but,
the sound of her voice. In that quar-i
ter of an hour ho felt his heart dis
turbed as he had never before beent
disturbed.
"Now, Mr. Norton," said Jone
gloomily, "will you bo bo kind aa toi
follow me?"
Norton was led to Jones' bedroom.
The butler-valet closed the door and
drew the window shade. Always seek
ing shadows. This did not impress tho
reporter at the time; he had no other
thought but the story. Jones thou,
sat down beside the reporter and
talked In an undertone. When ho
had done ho took Norton by tho elbow
and gently but forcibly led him down
to the front door and ushered him
forth. Norton jumped into his taxlcab
and returned to his rooms, which,
were at the top of the huge apart
ment hotel. Ho immedately called upl
his managing editor.
"Hello! This Is Norton. Put arifflni
on the Hargreavo yarn. I'm off onj
another deal."
"But Hargreave was a friend oQ
yours," protested tho managing ed
itor.
"I know It. But you know me well!
enough, Mr. Blair. I should not ask
the transfer If it was not vitally Inn
portant.
"O, very well."
"We sha'n't bo scooped."
"If you can promise that, I dontj
caro who works on the Job. Will yoaj
be In the office tonight?"
"If nothing prevents me."
"Well, good-by."
Norton filled his pipe, drew hUl
chair to the window, and stared al
the great liner going down to sea,
(Continued on page eight)
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