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c- to naught. She knew a little
Locut motors. She threw on the
I ver aud headed straight toward the
ov. boat. The men shouted at her
b"-t she did not alter her course. The
rowboat had its sides crushed in and
the men went piling into the water.
"Jim," she cried.
rton suddenly flung off Braine and
began to swim madly for the motor
boat, which Florence had brought
about Even then it was only by the
barest luck in the world that Nortou
managed to catch the gunwale. The
rest of it was simple. When they
finally reached a haven, Florence, odd
ly enough, thought of the horse she
had left tethered nine miles from the
stables. She laughed hysterically.
"I guess he won't die. We can send
someone out for him. Now, for heav
en's sake, how did you get into this!
The Magic Paper Was Hers.
Where were you? What have you
been up to?" with tender brusqueness.
"I wanted to do a little detective
work of my own," she faltered.
"It looks as if you had done it.
You infant! -Will you never learn to
keep outside this muddle? It's a
Florence, thoroughly weakened by
her long immersion in thi water, be
a-n to weep silently.
"You poor child. rm a brute!" And
he comforted her.
Later that day, at home, she re
membered the blank paper.
"I stole this from one of the men
in the cave.. He said this blank pa
per would probably save father."
Jim took it. "Hm! Invisible ink,
and its had a fine washing."
"But maybe it Is waterproof."
"Maybe it Is. Anyhow, Miss Sher
lock, we'll show It to Jones and see
what he says."
- Bralne -Tries Another Weapon.
"What I want now," said Braine,
as he paced the living room of the
apartment of the countess, "Is re
venge. I've been checkmated enough,
Olga; they're playing with .ns."
"That is nothing new,",.she replied,
shrugging. "At the beginning I
-warned you. I never liked this affair
after the flgst two or three failure.
But you would have your way. You
wanted revenge at that early date;
but I caninot see that you've gone .for
ward.' Has it ever occurred to you
that the organization may be getting
tired, too? They depend solely upon
-your Invention, and each time your
~-""-inivention has resulted In touching
nothing bu zrc-.
"O), rm not chiding you. I've failed,
"Are you turning against me?" he
"Do my actions point that way?"
she countered. "No. But the more I
view what has passed, the more dis
heartened I grow. It has been a series
of blind alleys, and all we have suc
ceeded In doing Is knocking our heads.
I can see now that all our failures
are due 'to one mistake."
"An'd what the devil Is that?" he
"We were in too much of a hurry
-at the beginning. Hargreave prepared
himself for quick action on your part."
"And if I had not acted quickly he
would have started successfully on one
of his world tours again, and that
would have been the last of him, and
wec should never have learned of the
girl's existence. So there's your argu
"Perhaps you are right. But for
all that we have not played the game
with any degree of finesse."
"Bah!" Bralne lit a cigarette and
smoked nervously. "I can't even get
rid of that meddling reporter. He has
been as much to blame for our fail
ures as either Jones or Hargreave.
I admit that in his case I judged
hastily. I believed him to be just an
ordinary newspaper man, and he was
clever enough to lull my suspicions.
But rm going to get him, Olga, even
if I have to resort to ordinary gun
man tricks. If there's any final reck
oning, by the Lord Harry, he shan't
get a chance in the witness stand."
"And I begin to think that -that Uit.
tie chit of a girl has been hoodwink
ing me all along. By the way, did
you find out what that letter said?"
she asked after a pause.
"Letter? What letter?"
She sprang from her chair. "Do you
:nean to say that they have not told
you about that?" Olga became great
"Explain," he said.
"Why, I was at the garden day be
fore yesterday, and a man approached
I Send y
I a sub scrib
and asked if I was Miss Hargreave.
Becoming at cnce suspicious that
something very important was about
to happen, I signified that I was Miss
Hargreave. The man slipped a paper
into my hand and hurried off. I took
a quick glance at it and was dum
founded to find it utterly blank of
writing. At first I thought some joke
had been played on me, then I
chanced to remember the invisible ink
letters you always wrote me. Under
standing that you were to visit the
cave in the morning, I had one man
at the garden take the note. And
you never got it!"
"Some one shall pay for this care
lessness. I'll call up Vroon and Jack
son at once. Wait just a moment."
- He went to the telephone. A low
muttering conversation took place.
Olga could hear little or none of it.
When Braine put the receiver back
on the hook his face was not pleas
ant to see.
"It seems she had been out horse
back riding that morning. She had
seer one of the boys cross the field
and suddenly disappear; and she was
curious to learn what had become of
him. With her usual luck she stum
bled on the method of opening the
door of the cave and went in. She
must have been nosing about. -She
didn't have mue-a time, though, as the
boys came up to await me. Evidently
she crawled into that old chest and in
some inexplicable manner purloined
the letter from Jackson's pocket. They
left to reconnoiter; and it was then
that Jackson discovered his loss.
When Florence heard them returning
she jumped into the well. And lived
through that tunnel! The devil is in
"Or out of it, since we consider him
"And I had her In my hands, note
"But with all that water there will
not be any writing left on the letter."
"Invisible ink is generally indelible
and impervious to the action of wat
er; at least the kind I use is. I'd
give a thousand for a sight of that
"And it might be worth a million,"
"Not the least doubt of it in' my
mind. Olga, old girl, It does look as if
my star was growing dim. We'll never
get our hands on that million. I feel
it in my bones. So let's settle down
to a campaign of revenge, without any
furbelows. I want to twist Har
greave's heart before the game winds
"You wish really to injure her?"
"I do not wish to injure her. Far
from it," he replied, smiling evilly.
"You want her . . . dead?"
whispered Olga, paling.
"Exactly. I want her dead. And
so if all my efforts here come to noth
ing, -so shall Hargreave's. His mil
lions will become waste paper to him.
That's revenge. The Persian peach
"Poison? You shall not! You shall
not kill her!" vehemently. -
"No. If I must in the end go to
prison, so be it; but I refuse to die in
"Very well, then. We shan't kill
her, but we'll make-her wish she was
dead. I was only trying to see how
far you would go. The basket of
peaches Cs in the hallway. Every
peach is poisoned. No man in the
Just Power Enough to Keep Herself
country knows more about subtle poi
sons than I do. Have I not written
books on the subject?" ironically.
"And they will trace it back to you
in a straight line," she warned. "I
will not have it!"
"I can go elsewhere," he replied
"You would leave me?"
"The moment you cross my will,"
It became her turn to pace. Torn
between her love of the man and the
danger which stared her in the face,
she was for the time being distracted.
All the time he watched her with
malevolent curiosity, knowing that In
the end she would concur with his
"Very well," she said finally. "But
listen; we shall be found out. Never
doubt that Your revenge will cost us
both our lives. I feel it."
"Balh! The law will have no hand
in my end. I always carry a pellet;
and that ring of yours would suffice a
regiment. She will not die. She will
merely become a kind of paralytic;
the kind that can move a little but
not enough; always wheeled about in
a ehair. I'll bring in the peaches;
mur Job Work
All work gu
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rosy and downy. One bite, after a
given time, will do the trick. If they
suspect and throw them out we have
lost nothing but the peaches. A
trusted messenger will carry them to
the Hargreave house. And then we'll
sit down and wait."
Meantime, in the library of the Har
greave house, Florence and Jim were
puzzling over the blank sheet of pa
"I wager," said Jim, "the water
washed all the writing away. The
fire does not seem to do any good.
We'll turn it over to Jones. Jones'll
find a way to solve it. Trust him."
"What are you two chattering
about?" asked Susan, who was arrang
ing.some flowers on the taile.
"Secrets," said Jim, smiling.
Susan puttered about for a few min
utes longer, then crossed to the recep
He Went to the Telephone.
tion room, intending to go upstairs.
At that moment the maid was id
mitting a messenger with a basket of
"For Miss Hargreave," said he. He
gave the basket to the maid, touched
his cap awkwardly, and swung on his
heel, closing the door behind him. He
was in a hurry to deliver another
"O, what lovely fruit!" cried Susan,
pausing. "I'm going to steal one,"
she laughed. She selected a peach
and began eang It on the way up to
The maid passed on into the library.
"What's this?" inquired Florence, as
the maid held out the basket. She
selected a peach and was about to set
her white teeth Into it when Jim in
'Walt a moment, dear." Florence
lowered the peach. Jim turned to-the
maid. "Who sent it?"
" I don't know, sir. A messenger
brought it, saying It was for Miss
"Let me see if there Is a card."
But Jim searched in vain for the card
of the donor. At once all his suspi
cions arose. "Don't touch them. Bet
ter let the maid throw them out.
Fruit from unknown persons might
,not be the healthiest thing In the
"'What do you think?"
"That in all probability they are po1i
soned. But there's no need trying to
prove my theory right or wrong. Ask
Jones. He'll tell you to throw them
"Horrible!" Florence shuddered.
"But they do not want to poison me.
I'm too valuable. They want me
"Who can say?" returned Jim
gloomily. "They may have learned
that they cannot beat us, no matter
what card they turn up. I may be
wrong, but take my advice and throw
them away. . . . Good Lord, what's
"Some one cried!"
"0, MIss Florence!" exclaimed the
maid, terror stricken as she recalled
Susan's act. "Miss Susan took a
peach from the basket and was eating
It on the way .to her room!"
"Good heavens!" gasped Jim. "I
was right.. The fruit was poisoned."
Jim had head enough to send for a
specialist he knew. The specialist ar
rived about twenty minutes after Sus
an's first~ cry. To his keen eye it
lookedlke a certain poison which had
for Its basis the venom of the cobra.
"Will she live?"
"0, yes. But she'll be a wreck for
some months. Send her to tiot hos
pital where I can visit her frequently.
And I'll take that peach along for
analysis. No police affair?"
"No. We dare not call them in,"
"That's your affair. I'll send down
the ambulance. Keep her quiet. She'll
have a species of paralysis; but that'll
work off under the treatment. A
"So it Is," agreed Jim grimly.
Florence knelt beside her friend's
bed and cried softly.
"You called me just in time. An
hour later, nothing would have saved
her. She would have been paralyzed
Jim accompanied the doctor to the
door and went in search of Jones. He
found the taciturn butler eying the
fruit basket, his face gray and drawn,
though his eyes blazed with fury.
"A pretty bad poison, too," said Jim.
"We can't do anything. We've just
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got to sit still. But in the end well
get them. That she devil
"No, my friend; that he devil. The
woman is mad over him and would
commit any crime at his bidding. But
this is his work. We want him. He
wasn't without courage to send this
fruit, knowing that I would instantly
suspect the sender. Yet, I have no
definite proof. I could not hold him
in court in law. He will have bought
the fruit piece by piece, the basket in
a basket shop. He will have injected
the polion himself when alone. Poor,
Susan! That messenger was without
doubt some one over whom he holds
the threat .- the death chair. That's
the way Lie works." -
Jim tramped the room while Jones
carried the fruit to the kitchen. The
.butler returned after a while.
"What about that blank sheet of Pa.
"It has to be dipped into a solution;
after that you can read it by heating.
I have already dipped it into the solu
tion. The moment the heat leaves the
sheet the writing disappears again.
The ink is waterproof. I'll show you."
Jones got a candle from the mantle,
lit it, and held the sheet of paper very
close to the flame. Gradually, almost
imperceptibly, letters began to form on
the blank sheet. At length the mes
sage was complete.
"Dear Hargreave-The Russian min
ister of police is at the Blank hotel
.under the nami of Henri Servan. He
Is Investigating the work of the Black
Hundred In ttis country and can free
you from their vengeance if you sup
ply the evidence needed."
"Now, what evidence can he want?"
"Such as will prove Braine an unde
"Quietly pack him off to Runsia,
where he is badly wanted."
"Who sent this message?"
"One of our mysterious friends. We
have a few, as you already know. But
I'll go and make this man Servan a
visit. I have seen the real minister,
and if this man is the same one, some
thing of importance may turi up. I
shall want you somewhere -about.
Here, I'll let you have this letter. Re
member, heat brings it out and cold
air makes it vanish. Now I'll go up
for a moment to see how that poor
girl is getting along. We are lucky;
there's no gainsaying that."
"You're a clever man, Jones," said.
Jones- turned upon him, his tacoe
grave. The two men looked steadily
into each other's eyes. Jones was
first to turn aside his glance, as he
had something to conceal and JimIad
When the ambulance took the tor.
tured Susan away, Jones addressed
I Florence gravely.
"I am going out and so is MJr. Nor
ton. ~Do not leave the house; not
even if you have a telephone call from
me or Norton. Both of us will feturn;
so don't let an'ything bother or con
"I promise," said'- Flot'ence, smid
gling with a sob.
Jones went downstairs again, paused
by as window as if cogitating, and sud
denly threw it up and looked abroad.
Arustle among the lilacs caused a
smile to flit across his face. So they
had sent some one to learn the effect
of the poison? Or 'to follow him
should he leave the house? He re
Letters Began to Form on the Blank
explicit orders to the chef, orders
which did not in any way refer to
cooking. Then Jones and the reporter
left the house, each quite aware that
they were being followed. Near the
Blank hotel they separated~ in order
to confuse the stalker. He might dod
der and follow the wrong man. But
it was evident that this time he had
been directed to follow Jones; for he
entered the hotel a minute after
Meantime a second spy, whom Jones
had not' seen, had observed the trans
fer of the invisible writing and had
Immediately Informed Braine, who
was not far away. That his poisoned
fruit had stricken down an outsider
troubled him none at all. But that
mysterious message he meant to have;
It might be a life and death affair, it
might be a clue to the treasuro, or
the whereabouts of Hargreave.
Thus, while only one man followed
Jones, several kept a far eye on Jim.
Jones scribbled his name on a blank
card and had It taken to the Russian's
room. The page eyed that card curi
ously. .It was different from asythli
he had ever seen before. In one cor
ner were written three or four words
which resembled a cross between Hle
brew and Greek.
"Humph!" muttered the boy.
"Whadda y' know about that? Chick
en scratches; but I guess the bell
. We can do
the prices re~
your name an
ias and a pros
rings RoosIan. On your way, Hor
tense," he cried to the hall maid, whc
wanted a look at the card. "Up t' th
room, sir. He'll see yuh!" The bo3
kept the silver salver extended ex
pectantly, but Jones went past with
out apparently noticing the hint.
The Russian was standing by a win
dow when Jones knocked and was
bidden to enter.
"You are not Hargreave."
"Neither are you the Russian min
ister of police," urbanely.
"Who are you?"
"I am Hargreave's confidential man
The two men eyed each other cau
"You speak Russian?"
"No. I am able to scribble a feV
words; that is all." .
The Russian lit a cigarette and
smoked leisurely. He was in no hur
"No, I am not.the minister; but
am his accredited agent. I am em
powered to bring back to Russia I
man who is known here by the nam
of Briine, another by the name o
Jones Paused by a Window.
Vroon, and a woman who calls hel
self a countess and unfortunately i
one. All I desire is some damagini
proof against them that they are out
laws in this country. The rest wil
"They have all three taken out nai
The Russian waved his hand airily
"Once they are in Russia those docu
ments will hever come to light. Thi;
man Braine, it has been learned, hal
long been in the pay of Prussia, an
has given the general staff of tha
country many plans of our frontie
fdirtifications. I do not know what an:
orie of the three looks like. That I;
why I sought Hargreave."
"I will gladly pcint them out t<
you," said Jones, rubbing his handi
together, a sign that he was greatl:
"That will be very good of you, I'm
snre," in a rumbling 'but perfectl:
"And suddenly they all three wil
"Suddenly; and you may believe me
that from that time on they'll be heart
of never more."
"All this sounds extremely agree
able to me. Mr. Hargreave will be
happy to hear that his long enfercet
hiding will soon come to an end."
"All you have to do, sir, Is to poin
them out to me."
"It may take a week or ten days."
"My government has waited for te3
years to gather in this' delectable tric
A month, if you like."
"The sooner the better. I shall cal
this evening after dinner. We sba]
begin with Mr. Braine; and generall:
where he Is Is the woman. Vroo3
will be the most difficult."
"After dinner, then, since you know
some of his haunts. There is a re
Jones laughed shortly. "Keepi
yourself, sir. Mr. Hargreave woul<
willingly double whatever this rewart
is to eliminate these despicable crea
tures from his affairs."
While this conversation was takini
place Norton idled about; and feelinj
the cravings for a cigrette, prepare<
to roll one, only to find that he hadn'
the "makings." So fate urged him t<
step Into the nearest tobacconist's
He asked for his favorite brand ani
passed over the silver.
Braine and his comipanions saw Nor
ton enter the shop. It agreed wit)
their plans perfectly. The toba'econis
happened to be affiliated with the or
der. So they hurried into the shop
Jim instantly realized that he was i
"How can I get out of here?" hi
whispered to the tobacconist.
The latter smiled. "I have to obe3
these gentlemen. I don't know wha1
they want you for; but if I made
move to help you. I should find m3
own throat cut without saving yours.'
Jim made a dash for the rear door
to find it locked. Even as he fumbles
with the key. Braine and his comn
panions flung themselves upon the re
porter and overpowered him.
"Ah, my friend Braine!" he said.
"My friend Norton!" jeered the vie
"And what do you want; som4
"A paper, my '-1end, a little secrei
of paper with Invisible writing on it
from the sm:
d start off wi
perous New 3
We promise to give you something In
exchange for it."
"What?" -aked Jim with as much
nonchalance as he could assume.
"Search," said Jim. "You won't ob
ject to my smoking?" He began to
roll a cigarette while they passed over
him. He struck a match; the pleas
ant aroma of tobacco floated about his
"He's got it on him somewhere. I
saw him take It. He's got his nerve
The cigarette glowed. Jim smoked
Through every pocket they went.
The contents of his wallet lay scat
tered at his feet; his watch dangled
from the chain. The cigarette grew
shorter and shorter. Suddenly one of
the men stretched out a hand and
whisked the cigarette from Jim's lips.
He threw it to the floor and stamped
out the coal.
"I thought so!" he exclaimed, hold
ing out the scrap of burnt paper to
The words "Dear Hargreave" were
all that remained of the message. With
a snarl of rage Briaine -whipped out his
"I will give you one minute to tell
me what that paper contained."
"And after that minute is up?"
"A bullet in your stomach."
Quick as a flash Jim's hand shot
out, caught the loosely held revolver,
gave it a wrench, and brought it -down
savagely upon Braine's head. Then
he reversed it and backed toward the
"Au revoir, till we meet again, gen
A Packet of Papers.
Jim said nothing at first about his
adventure to Jones, whom he met
half an hour later.
"Was It necessary to keep that in
visible letter?" he asked.
"No," said Jones.
"Would it have given our affairs a
serious turn if it had fallen into alien
"Decidedly," answered .Tones. "It
would mean flight for the Black Hun
dred or a long time under cover, If
our friend Braine learned that Russia
was now taking an active interest In
the doings of the Black Hundred. And
eventually all our work would have
to be done over again."
; "You look a bit mussed up. Any
thing happened?" asked the lieen-eyed
I "Nothing much. I made a cigarette
out of the letter and smoked It."
Jones chuckled. "I see that you
have had an adventure of some sort;
but it can wait."
31 "Because I want you to pack off to
t"Yes. I want you to interview
r those officials who are most familiar
I with the extradition laws."
S"A new kink?" -
"What I wish to learn Is this: Can
ya man, formerly undesirable, take out
Snaturalization papers and hold to the
,* protection of the United States gov
ernment? That is to say, a poisoner,
1menaced by Siberia, becomes an Am
rerican citizen. He is abducted and
carried back to Russia. Could he look
Ito this 'government ,for protection?
That is w hat I want you to find out."
"That wilbe easy. When shall I
"As soon as you can pack your
"That's always packed," replied the
~reporter. "You see, I'm' eternally
shunted hither and yon, at a moment's
tnotice, so I always have an extra grip
packed for quick travel."
"Tne Russian agent wants Braine,
Vroon, and the countess; and tonight
I'm going to try to point them out to
him. It would satisfy me more than
anything I know to eliminate this
precious trio in Russian fashion. It's
thorough; and once accomplished,
good-day to the Black Hundred in Am
erica. The organization in Russia
1has still some political significance,
but on this side of the water it is
-merely an aggregation of merciless
"I'll take the first train out. But
you will' tell Florence?"
"And take care of your own heels.
You were watched at the hotel."
"I know it; but the watcher could
learn nothing. Henri Servan as a name
will suggest nothing to the fool who
olwdme. Besides, we both knew
that he was trying to peek through
the keyhole. That hotel, you know,
still retains the old-fashioned key
"To keep the maids in good humor,
I suppose," laughed Jim. "Well, I must
Lbe on my way to make that flyer."
I The two shook hands and Jim hur
-ried off. The butler watched him -till
-he disappeared down the subway.
"'sagood lad," hemurmured,
"and a brave lad; and noney 1s only
Ian incident in human affairs after all.
I'll be a good angel and let the two
be happy, since they love each other
and have proved it in a thousand
Meanwhile the Russian agent settled
down before his writing portfolio; and
one or twice as he wrote he thought
he heard a sound outside the doo'r.
INo doubt this butler of Hargreave's
had been watched and followed. By
and by he rose, drew his revolver, and
tiptoed to the door obliquely so that
the watcher outside might not become
aware of his approach. Swiftly he
swung back the door and the member
of the Black Hundred stumbled into
the room. Almost Instantly the Rhe
Isian caught him by the collh -
held him up.
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