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The Million Dollar Mystery I
By HAROLD MAC GRATH
Ilustrated from Scenes In the Photo Drama of the
Same Name 1W the Thanhouser Film Company
(Copyright1814, br Barold MaeGrath)
CHAPTER 1. of the upper halls to se If all her
charges were in bed, where the rules
A Call In the Night. of the school confined them after 9:30.
There are few things darker than a It was at this moment that she heard
country road at night, particularly if the thunderous knocking at the door.
one does not know the lay of, the The old maid felt her heart stop
land. It is not difficult to traverse a beating for a moment Who could it
known path; no matter how dark it be. at this time of night? Then the
it, one is able to find the way by the thought came swiftly that perhaps the
aid of a mental photograph taken in parent of some one of her charges was
the daytime. But supposing you have ill snd this was the summons. Still.
never been over the road in the day- Ing her fears, she went resolutely to
time, that you know nothing whatever the door and opened It.
of Its topography, where it dips or "Who Is it?" she caled.
rises, where It narrows or forks. You No one answered. She cupped her
find yourself In the same unhappy hand to her ear. She could hear the
state of mind as a blind man suddenly clatter of horses dimly.
thrust Into a strange house. "Well!" she exclaimed; rather an
One black night, along a certain grily, too.
country road in the heart of New Jer- She was In the act of closing the
sey, In the days when the only good door when the light from the hall dis
roads were city thoroughfares and covered to her the bundle on the
country highways were routes to lim- steps. She stooped and touched It
bo, a carriage went forward cautious- "Good heavens, It's a child!"
ly. From time to time It careened She picked the bundle up. A whim.
like a blunt-nose barge in a beam sea. per came from it, a tired little whim
The wheels and springs voiced their per of protest She ran back to the
anguish continually; for It was a good reception room. A foundling! And
carriage, unaccustomed to such rits on her doorstep! It was incredible.
and hummocks. What in the world shouldshe do? It
"Faster, faster!" came a muffmed W
voice from the interior. prestige of the school. Some one had
"Sir. I dare not drive any faster," mistaken her select private school
replied the coachman. "I can't see the for a farmhouse. Itwas frightful
horses' heads, sir, let alone the road. Then she unwrapped the child. It
I've blown out the lamps, but I can't was about a year old dimpled and
see the road any better for that." golden haired. A thumb was in Its
"Let the horses have their heads; rosobud mouth and Its blue eyes
they'll find the way. It can't be much l up trustfully into'her own.
farther. You'll see lights." 'Why, you cherub!" cried the old
The coachman swore in his teeth. maid, a strange turmoil in her heart
All right. This man who was in such She caught the child to her breast, and
a hurry would probably send them all then for the first time noticed the
Into the ditch. Save for the few stars thick envelope pinned to the child's
above, he might have been driving cloak. She put the baby Into a chair
Beelzebub's coach in the bottomless and broke open the envelope.
pit. Black velvet, everywhere black "Name this child Florence Gray. I
velvet. A wind was blowing, and yet will send annually a liberal sum for
the blackness was so thick that it her support and reclaim her on her
gave to the coachman the sensation of eighteenth birthday. The other half
Byid byfoc trough th re , of'* the inclosed bracelet will identify
By and by, the e trees, h me. Treat the girl well, for I shall
saw a flicker of light. It might or over her In secret
mightHe Into the fixed routine of her hu
cracked his whip recklessly and the drum life had come a mystery, a tan
taWzing, fascinating mystery. She had
S read of foundlings left on doorsteps
mn-from paper covered novels confs
cated from her pupils-but that one
arsshould be placed upon her own re
sHectable doorstep! Suddenly she
usmIled down at the child and the
Schild smiled back. And there was
whenothing more to be done except to
s bow before the decrees of fate. Like
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disposal, sir, since that night you res
"Well, I haven't the least doubt that
when I ask you will give."
"Without question, sir. It was a3
ways so understood."
Hargreave's glance sought the mir
ror, then the smileless face of his
man. He laughed, but the sound con
veyed no sense of mirth; then he
turned and went down the steps slow
ly, like a man burdened with some
thought which was not altogether to
his liking. He had sent an order for
his car, but had immediately counter
manded It. He would walk till he
grew tired, hail a taxicab, and take a
run up and down Broadway. The
wonderful illumination might prove di
verting. For 18 years nearly; and
now it was as natural for him to
throw a glance over his shoulder
whenever he left the house as it was
for him to breathe. The average man
would have grown careless during all
these years; but Hargreave was not
an average man; he was, rather, an
extraordinary individual. It was his
life in exchange for eternal vigilance,
and he knew and accepted the fact.
Half an hour later he got into a
taxicab and directed the man to drive
downtown as far as Twenty-third
street and back to Columbus circle.
The bewildering display of lights, how
ever, in Lowise served to lift the sense
of oppression that had weighed upon
him all day. South of Forty-second
street he dismissed the taxicab and
stared undecidedly at the brilliant
Sign of a famous restaurant. He was
neither hungry nor thirsty; but there
would be strange faces to study and
It was an odd whim. He had not en
tered a Broadway restaurant in all
these years. He was unknown. He
The Introductions Wore Mad&,
belonged to no clubs. Tgo months
was the longest time he had ever re
mained in New York since the di
posal of his old home in Madison
avenue and his resignation from his
clubs. This once, then, he would break
the law he had written down for
himself. Boldly he entered the rN
Some time before Hargreave sur
rendered to the restless spirit of re
bellion, bitterly to repent for it later,
there came into this restaurant a man
and a woman. They were both evi
dently well known, for the head waiter
was obsequious and hurried them over
to the best table he had left and took
the order himself.
The man possessed a keen, Intelli
gent face. You might have marked
him for a successful lawyer, for there
was iu earnestness about his expres
slon~ which precluded a life of Idle
ness. His age might have been any
where between 40 and 50. The shoul
ders were broad and the hands which'
lay clasped upon the table were slim
but muscular. Indeed, everything
about him suggested hidden strength
and vitality. His companion was
small, handsome, and animated. Her
frequent gestures and mutable eye
brows betrayed her foreign birth. Her
age was a matter of 'Importance to no*
one but herself.
They were at coffee when she said:
"There's a young man coming toward
us. He Is looking at you."
The man turned. Instantly his face
lighted up with a friendly smile of
"Who is It?" she asked.
"A chap worth knowing; a reporter
just a litle out of the ordinary. I'm
going to introduce him. You never
can tell. We might need him some
day. Ah, Norton, how are you?"
"Good evening, Mr. Braine." The
reporter, catching sight of a pair of
dazzling eyes, hesitated.
"The Princess Perigoff, Norton.
You're In no hurry, are you?"
"Not now," smiled the reporter.
"Ah!" said the princess, Interested.
It was the old compliment, said in an
unusual way. It pleased her.
The reporter sank into a chair.
When Inactive he was rather a
dreamy-eyed sort of chap. He pos
sessed that rare accomplishment of
talking upon one subject and think
Ing upon another at the same time.
So while he talked gayly with the
young woman on varied themes, his
thoughts were busy speculating upon
her companion. He was quite cer
tain that the name Bralne was as
sumed, but he was also equally cer
tain that the man carried an ex
traordinary brain under his thatch of
salt and pepper hair. The man had
written three or four brilliant mono
graphs on poisons and the uses of
radium, and it was through and by
these that the reporter had managed
to pick up his acquaintance. He lived
well, but inconspicuously.
Suddenly the pupils of Blraine's
eyes narrowed; the eye became cold.
Over the smoke of his cigarette he
was looking into the wall mirror. A
man had passed behind him and sat
down at the next table. Still gazing
into the mirror, Braine saw Norton
IME on Tues
wave his hand; saw also the open
wonder on the reporter's pleasant
"Who is your friend, Norton?"
Braine asked Indifferently, his head
"Stanley Hargreave. Met him in
Hongkong when I was sent over to
handle a part of the revolution. War
correspondence stuff. First time I
ever ran across him on Broadway at
night. We've since had some pow
wows over some rare books. Queer
old cock; brave as a lion, but as quiet
as a mouse."
"Bookish, eh? My kind. Bring him
over." Underneath the table Braine
maneuvered to touch the foot of the
"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 to see him here."
"Try," urged the princess. "I like
to neet 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 the
elder man was rather fond o as
medley of information known as Jim
"Sit down, boy; sit down. You're
just the kind of a man rve been want,
ing to talk to tonight."
"Wouldn't you rather talk to a preb
"I'm an old maa."
"Bah! That's a hypocritical bluff,
and you know It. My friends at the
next table have asked me to bring
"I do not usually care to meet
"Make an exception this once," said
the reporter, who had seen Braine's
eyes change and was curious to know
why the appearance of Hargreave in
the mirror had brought about that
metally gleam. Here 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
finarciers, socialists and anarclh
ists, the whole scale of life, and to
slap these people on the back as if
they were everyday friende!"
"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. Noin
ton felt rather 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 Braine glanced at his
watch, and . the princess nodded.
Adieux were said. Inside the taxicab
Braine leaned back with a deep, aud'
"What it is?" she asked.
"The luck of the devil's own," he'
said. "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. Olga4
the next tima 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
"The man of the Black Hundred?"
"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 as you are."
"Thanks. Somnetimes . . .
"Ah, yes!" ironically. "Sometimes
you 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 ruminatively. "It's quite pos
sible that you may be 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 the taxicab 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 ao
complished deeds which had roused
futilely the police of two continents.
Braine! 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 ot
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. Roeund a table sat several men,
also masked. They were all tried and*
trusted rogues; but not one of them
day and see
Titten. No 0nl
knew vha Prn!e looked like. He
alone m unluv.n save to the
man designated as the chief, who was
only Braine's lieutenant. The mask
was the insignia of the Black Hun
dred, an organi:ation 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 nall for their nets.
Their god dwells in the hearts of all
men and is called greed.
The ordinary business over, the
chief dismissed the men, and he and
Braine alone remained.
"Vroon, I have found him," said
"There are but few: which one?"
"Eighteen years ago, in St. Peters
"I remember. The millionaire's son.
Did he recognize you?"
"I don't know. Probably he did. But
he always had good nerves. He t8
being followed at this moment. We
shall strike quick; for if he recognized
me 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 the 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 Braine. He 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. Braine, who was
Menshikoff In Russia, Schwartz In
Germany, Mendoza in Spain, Cartucci
In Italy, and Du Bois 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 been trapped by a band of bril
liant thieves. 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 several 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 tire
them out. They would find that the
peaceful dog was a bad animal to
rouse. He rang for the faithful Jones.
"Jones, they have found me," he
"You will need me, then?"
"Quite possible. Please mail these
and then we'll talk it over. No doubt
some one Is watching outside. Be
"Very good, sir."
Hargreave bowed his head in his
Jloined What He Belioved 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 of young girls. Which
among them was his, heart of his
heart, blood of his blood? That she
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 he had denied him
self. She at least would be safe. Only
when she was safe In a far country
would he dare tell her. H~e tried in
vain to conjure up a picture of her;
he always saw the mother whom he
had loved and hated with all the ardor
of his youth.
Many things happened the next day.
There was a visit to the hangar of
one William Orts, the aviator, famous
for his daredevil exploits. There were
two vIsitors, in fact, and the second
visitor was knocked down for his
pains. Ho had tried to bribe Orts.
There were several excited b:mcers.
who protested against such largo raht
drawils without the usual for' an
nouncement. But a chee'k was a
check, and they had to pay.
what you ha
ser every Tu
Hargrenare covered a good -deal of 1
ground, but during all this time his
'ight hand never left the automatic in
his overcoat pocket, except at those i
moments when he was obliged to sign
his checks. He would shoot and make
Far away a young g'rl and her I
companion got on the train which was
to carry her to New York, the great
dream city she was always longing to
And the spider wove his web. i
Hargreave reached home at night. 3
He put the money in the safe and was
telephoning when Jones entered and I
handed his master an unstamped note.
"Where did you get this?" t
"At the door, sir. I judge that the I
house is surrounded."
Hargreave read the note. It stated f
briefly that all his movements during 3
the day had been noted. It was known
that he had collected a million in pa- I
per money. If he surrendered this he f
would be allowed twenty-four hours i
before the real chase began. Other- I
wise he should die before midnight. I
Hargreave crushed the note in his 1
Visited the Hangar of an Aviator.
hand. They might kill him; there 3
was a chance of their accomplishing 1
that;- but never should they touch his 1
"Jones, you go to the rear door and;
I'll take a look out of the front. We 3
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 the door softly
behind him, Jones having entered the
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
"Hargreave Is going upstairs."
"Lethim go. Let him take alook
at us from the upper windows. He
will understand that nothing but wingE
will save him."
Silence. By and by a watcher re
ported that he heard the scuttle of the
"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 thoughtZ of shooting at It till it
had taken ing! 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
the 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 of the ocean! We
punctured her. She's gone!"
A thin, inscrutable smile stirred the.
lips of the man bound in the chair.
The Master's Marn.
Vroon faced Har-greave's butler som-.
berly. The one reason why Braine.
mado this man his lieutenant was be
cause Vroon always followed the let
ter of his instructione to the final pe
riod; he never sidestepped or added
any frills or innovations of his own,;
and because of this very automatism
he rarely blundered into a trap. If
he failed it was for the simple fact
Ithat the master mind had overlooke-d
some essential detail. The organiza
tion of the Black Hundred was almost
Itotally unknown to either the public
or the police. It is orziy when you fail
that you are found cut.
"The patrolman bas been trussed up
like you," began Vroon. "If they find
him they will probably find yo':. Elut
before that you will grow thirsty and
hungry. Where did your master put:
that money?" .it ~.
"Why didn't you call for help?"
"The houses o'n either side are too.
far away. I mnight yell till doomsday
without being hea-d. They will have
heard the pistol shots; but Mr. Har
greaver --as al-.ays practicing in thte
"he p. .e in those two houses
Read the Si
e read illusti
miss a chapt
esay you wil
,ave been called out of town. The
ervants are off for the night."
"Very interesting," replied Jones,
ftaring at the rug.
"Your master is dead."
Jones' chin sank upon his breast
Us heart was heavy, heavier than It
ad ever been before.
"Your master left a will?"
"Indeed, I could not say."
"We can say. He has still three or
our millions in stocks and bonds.
Vhat he took to the bottom of the sea
vith him was his available cash."
"I know nothA~g about his finances.
was his butler and valet."
Vroon nodded. "Come, men; It is
ime we took ourselves off. Put things
n order; close the safe. You poor
ackals, I always have to watch you
or outbreaks of vandalism. Off with
le was the last to leave. He stared
ong and searchingly at Jones, who
elt the burning gaze but refused to
neet It lest the plotter see the fire in
iis. The door closed. For fully an
lour Jones listened but did not stir.
rhey were really gone. He pressed
ils feet to the floor and began to hitch
he chair toward the table. Half way
cross the intervening space he crum
>led in the chair, almost completely
xhausted. He let a quarter of an
lour pass, then made the final attack
ipon the remining distance. He suo
eeded in reaching the desk, but he.
sould not have stirred an Inch farther.
rhe hair on his head was damp with
iweat and his hands were clammy.
When he felt strength returning be
ifted the telephone off the hook with
"Central, central! Call the police
o come to this number at once; Har
greave's house, Riverdale. Tell them
o break in."
After what seemed an age of walt
ng to the exhausted prisoner, with
:rashing and smashing of doors, the
police appeared in the room.
"Where's your gag?" demanded the
irst officer to reach Jones' side.
"There wasn't any."
"Then why didn't you yell for help?"
"The thieves lured our neighbors
tway from town. The patrolman who
alks this beat is bound and gagged
md is probably reposing back of the
bIllboard in the next block."
"Murphy, you watch this man while
make a call on the neighbors," said
he officer who seemed to be In au
horfty. When 'he returned he was
!rowning seriously. "We'd better tele
phone to the precinct to search for
Dennison. There's nobody at home in
ther house and there's nobody back
)f the billboards. Untie the man."
When this was done, the officer said:
'Now, tell us what's happened; and
lon't forget any of the details."
Jones told a simple and convincing
story; It was so simple and convino
ng that the polEos believed It without
"Well, if that ain't the limit! DI d
rou hear any autos outside?"
"I don't recollect," said Jones,
stretching his legs gratefully. "Why?"
"The auto bandits held up a bank
nessenger tdday and got away with
wenty thousand. Whenever a man
irawS down a big sum they seem to
now about it. And say, Murphy, call
2p and have the river police look out
~or a new-fangled airsip. Your mas
Lifted the Telephone Off the Hook
With HEs Teeth.
er may have been rescued," turning
"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 nighut. When this was done he
sou~ght his bed and fell asleep, the
leep of the exhausted. When Has
greave picked up Jones to share his
fortunes, he had put his trust in no
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
Through all thl:; 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 approachini, a coupia
~f young women, some man would
iurry up, and there would be kisses
ory in THE
-ated on canv
er. Start now
1 see it reprc
or handsba1es. At length the crowd
thinned, and then it was that he dis
covered a young girl perhaps eighteen.
accompanied by a young woman in the
early thirties. They had the appear
ance of eagerly awaiting some one.
Jones stepped forward with a good
deal of diffidence.
"You are waiting for some one?" -
"Yes," said the elder woman, coldly.
"A broken bracelet?"
The distrust on both faces vanished
Instantly. The young girl's face
brightened, her eyes sparkled with
"You are . ... my father?"
"No, miss," very gravely. "I am the
"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
The halves were produced and ex
"I believe we may trust him, Flor
"Let us hurry to' the taxicab. We
must not stand here."
"Se 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
"Why did he leave me all these
years without ever coming to see me?
"It Is not for me, Liss Florence, to
Inquire Iito -your father's act. But T
dQ know that whatever he did was
meant for the best. Your welfare was
everything to him."
"It is all very strange," said the
girl, bewilderedly. "Why Midn't he
come toi2meet me Instead of you?"
Jones stared at his hands, miser
"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 aroimd his neck and
forgive him!" Tears swam in
her eyes as she spoke.
"Everything will be explained- to
you when we reach the house. But
always remember this, Miss Florence:
You were everything In this wide
world to.your fathr. You-will never
know the misery and loneliness he
suffered that you might not have one
hour of unrest. What are your plans?"
he asked abruptly of the teacher from
"That depends," she answered, lay
ing her hand protectingly over the
"You could leave Miss Farlow's an
"Then you will stay and be Miss
"What is my father's name?"
"Hargreave, Stanley Hargreave.
The 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
eyes filling with tears. "The poor
child! To have all her castles-in-air
tumble down like this! But what au
tho-ity have you to engage me?".sen
Jones produced a document, duly
signed by Hargreave, and witnessed
and sealed by a notary, in which It
was set forth that Henry Jones. but
er and valet to Stanley Hargreave,
had full powers of attorney In the
event of his (Hargreave's) disappear
ance; In the event of. his death, till
Florence became of legal age.
Bald Jones as he put the document
back in his pocket: "What Is your
'"Do you love this child?"
"With all my heart, the poor un
Inside the home he eonducted them
through .the various rooms, at the
same time telling them what had ta
ken place during the preceding night:
"They have not found his body?"
asked Florence. "My poor, poor fath
"Then he may be alive?"
"Please God that he may!" said the
butler, with genuine piety, for he had
loved the man who had gone forth In
to the night so bravely and so strange
ly. "This is your room. Your father
spent many happy hours. here prepar
ig It for you."
Tears came Into the girl's eyes
again, and discreetly Jones left the
"What shall I do, Susan? Whatever
shall I do?"
"Be brave as you always are. I
will never leave you till you find your
Florence kissed her fervently.
"What Is your opinion of the butler?"
"I think we may both trust him ab
Then F'lorence began exploring the
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 be found In
Stanley Hargreave's home.
When Norton awoke, he naturally
went to the door for the morning pa,
pers which were always placed in a
neat pile before the sill. He yawned,
gathered up the bundle, was about to
limb lhack into bed, when a head
5ne caught his dull eyes. Twenty-one
'gutes later, to be precise, he ra
duced :. t