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iH CHAPTER
A CALL I.N TUB KiCUT.
ij. snrm 1 1 1 C 10 art l'e tin darker Lhac a
I country road at night, parti rularlj if
H I one docs not Liiw th. aj f the land.
It is not difficult to traverse a known
path no matter how darl it is, one is a hie to
tind the way by the aid of a mental photo
graph taken in the daytime. Hot supposing
you have never been over the road ir the day
time, that you know nothing whatever "f its
topography, where it dips or risp;, where it
I narrows or forks. foil find yourself in th
same unhappy state of mind as a bliod man
j auddenly thrust into a strange house
i Ooe black night, aloDg a certain country
I read, in the heart of New Jersey, in the days
when the only good roads were city thorough-
fares and country highways wore routes to
' I limbo, a carriace went forward cautiously.
, From time to time it careened like a blunt-
iAy noM barge In a beam sea. The wheels and
5l pringfc roiced their anguish continually; for
$j it was a good carriage, unaccustomed to such
ruts and hummocks.
Swl " Faster, faster ! " came a muffled voice
ffil from the interior.
Sir, I dare not drive any faster," replied
I the coachman. " I can't see the horees' heads,
air, let alone the road. I've blown out the
lamp, but I can't see the road any better for
that."
" Let the horses have their heads ; they'll
And the way. It can't be much farther.
Youll see lighta."
The coachman swore la bis teeth. All
' right This man who was in such a hurry
! would probably send them all into the ditch.
8ave for the few stars above, he might have
been driving Beelzebub's coach in the Bottom
leas Pit Black Tervet, everywhere black vel
vet. A wind was blowing, and yet the black
ness was so thick that it gave to the coach
man the sensation of mlhl suffocation.
By and by, through the trees, he saw a
flicker of light It might or might not be the
destination. He cracked his whip recklessly
and the carriage lurched on two wheels. The
man in the carriage balanced himself carefully,
so that the bundle in his arms should not b
unduly disturbed. His arms ached. He
tuck his head oat of the wiavlow.
That's the place," he s&id. " And when
yon drive up make as little noise as you can."
"Tea, sir," called down the driver.
When the carriage drew up at its journey's
end the man inside jumped out and hastened
toward the gates. He eeratlnlxed the sign on
' .
ene or the posts, itiis was the place:
Mias F a aixw ' s Pbivate Schoou
The bundle in his arms stirred and he hur
ried np the path to the door of the house. He
leixed the ancient knocker and struck several
time. He then placed the bundle on the steps
i and ran back to the waiting carriage. Into
which he stepped.
" Off with yo 1
" That's a good word, sir. Maybe we can
( make your train."
"Do yon think you could find this place
again?"
" Yon couldn't get me on this pike again,
air, for a thousand ; not me I "
The door slammed and the unknown sank
I back against the cushions. He took out his
handkerchief and wiped the damp perspiration
from his forehead. The big burden was off his
mind. Whatever hsppened in the future, they
would never be able to get him through his
Heart. Bo much tot the folly of his youth.
It was a quarter after 10. Miss Susan
Farlow had just returned to the reception
room from her nightly tour of the upper halls
to see if all her charges were in bed, where
the rules of t he school confined them after
9:30. It was at this moment that she heard
the thunderous knocking at the door. The old
maid felt her heart stop bcaliDg for a moment.
Who could it be, at this time of niht? Tbpn
th thought came swiftly that perhaps the
parent of some one of her charges was ill and
this was the summons. Stilling her fears, she
went resolutely to the door and opened it.
There was no one in sight.
"Who it it.'" she called.
N., ,,nr nr.swercd. She cupped her hand to
her ear. She cou'd hear the '.latter of horses
dinily.
" Well ! " she exclaimed ; rath r angrily, too.
She was in the net of rlosins the door when
small hands and feet, her spirit and gentle
ness And now, at any day, some one with a
broken bracelot might come for her. As the
days went on the heart of Susan Farlow grew
heavy.
Never mind, aunty," said Florence ; " I
shall always come back to see you."
6he meant it, poor child ; but how was she
to know the terrors which lay yonder, beyond
the horizon?
The house of Stanley Hargreave, in River
dale, was the house of no ordinary rich man
Outside it was simple enough, but within you
learned what kind of a man Hargreavs waa.
There were rare Ispahan and Saruks on the
floors and tapestries on the walls, with hers
and there a fine painting. The library itself
represented a fortune. Money had been laid
out lavishly but never wastefully. It waa the
home of a scholar, a dreame., a wide traveler.
In the library stood the master of the house,
idly Anserine some papers which lay on the
study table. He shrugged at tome unpleasant
thought, settled his overcoat about his shoul
ders, took up his hat, and walked from tbo
room, frowning slightly. The butler, who also
nrted in the capacity of valet, always within
call when his master was about stepped
swiftly to the hall coor and opened It.
" I may be out late, Jones." said Flargreave.
" Yes. sir."
IIar?reave stared into his face keenly, as If
trying to pierce the grave face to learn what
was going on behind it.
"How long have you been with me?
" Fourteen years, sir "
" Some day I shall need you."
My life has always been at your disposal,
sir. since that night you rescued it."
' Well, 1 haven'i the least doubt that when
I ask ypu will give. "
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the lieht from ihe hall discovered to hr
tbl bundle OB the Steps. She stooped ami
tctn hed it.
" (iootl ueuvena, it's a child!"
She puked the bunriie Up. A whimper came
from it, a tired little whimper of protest.
She ran back to the reception mom. A found
ing! And on lir doorstep! It wa-j incred
il If. W hat in the woild should she do? It
would create a SpantlaJ and hurt the prestige
i f the school. Some ono lind mistaken her
select private school for a farmhouse. It was
frightful.
Then she unwrapped the child. It was
n! it n yf.ar old. dimpled and lden haired.
thumb was in its rosebud mouth and it
blue pyes looked up trustfully into her own.
" Y hy, you cherub! " cried the old maid, a
6trange turmoil in bet heart. She caught the
chi'd to her breast, and then for the first tin.
noticed the thick envelope pinned to the child s
cloak. She put the baby into a chair and brok3
open the envelope.
" Name this child Florence Gray. I will
(send annually a liberal sum for her support
and reclaim her on her eighteenth birthday.
The other half of the inclosed bracelet will
Identify me Treat the girl well, for I shall
watch over ber in secret"
Into the fixed routine of her humdrum life
had come a mystery, a tantalizing, fascinating
mystery. She had read of foundlings left on
doorsteps from paper covered novels confis
cated from her pupils but that one should be
placed upon her own resppctable doorstep !
Suddenly she Bmiled down at the child and
the child smiled back. And there was nothing
more to be done except to bow before the de
crees of fate. Like all prim old maids, her
heart was full of unrequited romance, and
here was something she might spend its floods
upon without let or hindrance. Already she
was hoping that the man or woman who had
left It might never come back.
The child grew. Regularly each year, upon
a certain date. Miss Farlow received a regis
tered letter with money. These letters came
from all parts of the world ; always the same
sum, always the same line " I am watching.''
Thus seventeen years passed , and to Susan
Farlow each year seemed shorter than the one
before. For she loved the child with all her
heart. She had not trained young girls sll
these years without becoming adept in the art
of reading the true signs of breeding. Then
was no ordinary blood In Florence , the fact
was emphasized by her exquisite face, her
" Without question, sir. It was always o
understood."
Ilargreave's glance sought the mirror, then
the smileleaa face f hs man. He laughed,
but the sound conveyed no sense of mirth;
tl.cu he turned ami went down the steps
slow),., like a man burdened with some thought
which "a not altogether to hts liking. r
had sent an order for his car, but had imme
diately countermanded it He would walk till
b- srew tired, hail a taxicab. and take a run
Up ami down Broadway The wonderful illu
mination might prove diverting. For eighteen
years nearly ; and now it was as natural for
hini to throw a glance over his shoulder when
ever he left the house as it was for him to
breathe. The average man would have grown
careless during all these years, but llargreavii
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 nowise served to lift the sense of op
pression that had weighed upon him all day.
South of Forty-second street he dismissed the
tailcab 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 music.
It was an odd whim. He had not entered a
Broadway restaurant in all these years. He
was unknown. He belonged to no clubs. Two
months was the longest time he had ever re
mained in New York since the disposal of his
old home in Madison avenue and his resigna
tion from his clubs. This once, then, he would
break the law he had written down for him
self. Boldly he entered the restaurant
Some time before Hargreave surrendered to
the restless spirit of rebellion, bitterly to re
pent for it lster, there came into this restau
rant a man and a woman. They were both
evidently well known, for the bead waiter was
obsequious and hurried them over to the beat
table he bad left and took the order himself.
The man possessed s keen, intelligent face.
You might have marked blm for a successful
lawyer, for there was an earnestness about hi
expreeaiou which precluded a life of idleness.
His age might have been anywhere between
40 and 60. The shoulders were broad and the
hands which lay clasped upon the table were
slim but muscular. Indeed, everything about
blm suggested hidden strength and vitality.
His companion was small, handsome, and ani
mated. Her frequent gestures snd mutable
eyebrows 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 ua. He is look
ing at you."
The man turned. Instantly bis face lighted
np with a friendly smile of recognition.
" Who ts it? " she asked.
" A chap worth knowing ; a reporter just a
little out of the ordinary. I'm going to intro
duce him. You never can tell. We might
need him some day. Ah, Norton, how are
you? "
" Good evening, Mr. Bralne." The reporter,
catching sight of a pair of dazxllng eyes, hesitated.
" The Princess Peiigoff, Norton. You're in
no hurry, arc 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 in
active he was rather a dreamy eyed 6ort of
chap He possessed that rare accomplishment
of talking upon one subject and thinking upon
another at the same tune. S while he talked
gayly with the young woman on varied themes,
his thoughts were busy speculating upon her
companion. He was quite certain that thu
name Brains w.i- assumed, but he was also
equally certain that the man carried an ex
traordinary brain under his thatch of salt and
pepper hair The man bad written three or
four brilliant mouographs on poisons and the
uses of radium, and it was through and b7
these that the reporter had managed to pick
up bis acquaintance. He lived well, but in
conspicuously. Suddenly the pupils of Braine's eyes nar
rowed, the eye became cold Over the smok9
of his cigaret he was looking into the wail
mirror. A man had passed bebiud him and sat
down at the next tah'e Still caring into th?
mirror. Braine saw Norton wave his hand;
saw also the open wonder on the reporter's
pleasant face
Who is your friend, Norton?" Braitio
asked indifferently, his head still unturned.
" Stanley Hargreave. Met him in Hong
kong when I was sent over to handle a parr
of the revolution. War correspondence stuff
rir-t time I over ran across him on Broadway
at night We've since had some powwows
over some rare books. Queer old cock ; brave
av n Hob but as quiet as a mouse."
" Bookish, eh? Mj kind, i Br ing him over."
T'ndernenth the table Braine maneuvered to
touch the foot of the princess.
" I dou'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 surprised to see 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 reluctance
ftDd approached Hargreave. The two shook
hands cordially, for the elder man was rather
fond of this medley of information known a
Jim Norton.
" Sit down, boy ; sit down. You're just the
kind of a man I've been wanting to talk to
tonight."
" Wouldn't you rather talk to a pretty
woman? "
" I'm an old man."
" Bab ! That s n hypocritical bluff, an I
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 thj
reporter, who had seen Braine's eyes change
and was curious to know why the appearance
of Hargreave in tho 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 presi
dents and great financiers, Socialists and an
archists, the whole scale of life, and to slap
these people on the back as if they were every
day friends ! "
" Now you're making fun of me. For on
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. Norton felt
rather chagrined. So far as be could see.
the two men were total strangers. Well, it
was all in the game. Nine out of ten oppor
tunities for the big story were fake alarms;
but be was always williug 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. In
side the taxicab Braine leaned back with a
deep, audible sigh.
"What it is?" she akd
" The luck of the devil's own." be said.
Child of ths 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 bis neck and kiss him. What
did I tell you? Without Norton's help I
would not have been sure. I'm going to leave
jou at your apartment
' Ihe man of the Black Hundred?" she
whispered.
' The man who deserted and defied the
Black Hundred, who broke bis vows, and
never paid kopeck for the privilege; the
man who had been aprointed for the supreme
work and who -an away. In those days we
needed men of his stamp, and to accomplish
this end. ..."
"There was a woman." she interrupted,
with n touch of bitterness
" Always the woman. And dhe was as
clever and handsome as you are."
" Thanks. Sometimes ..."
"Ah, yes!" ironically. "Sometimes you
wish you could settle down, marry, end have
a family! Your domesticity would last about
a month."
She made no retort because she recognized
the truth ct this statement
" There's an emerald I know of," he said
ruminatively. "It's quite possible that you
may be wearing it within a few days."
' I am mad over them. There is something
in the green stone that fascinates me. I can't
resist it." I
" That's because, somewhere in the far
past, your ancestors were orientals. Here we
are I II see you tomorrow. I must hurry
Good night."
She stood on the curb for a moment nd
watched the taxicab till it whirled around a
corner. The man held her with a fascina-
ME. SCBAJT I PJ IZE.D THF, SMGr! CXN ONE. OF THE. POffTS.TH.IS WA9 THE- PLACE..
tion more terrible than any jewel. She knew
him to be a great and daring rogue, cunning,
patient, fearless. Backed away in that mind
of his there were a thousand accomplished
deeds which had roused futilelr the police of
two continents. Braine! She could hare
laughed. The very name be had chosen was
an insolence directed at society.
The subject of her thoughts 6oon arrived
at his destination. flight of stairs carried
him into a dimly lighted hall, smelling evilly of
escaping gas. He donned a black mask and
struck tho door with a series of light blows;
two, then one, then three, and again one. The
door opened and he slipped inside. Round a
tabic sat several men, also masked. They
were all tried and trusted rogues; but not
one of them knew what Braine looked like.
He alone remained unknown save to the man
designated as the chief, who was only Braine's
lieutenant. 'Ihe mask was the insignia of
the Black Hundred, nn organization with all
the ramifications of the CnmoTra without their
abiding stupidity. Trom the assassination of
a king, dow n to the robbery of a country post
office, nothing was too great or too small for
their nets. Their god dwells in the hearts oi
all men ami is called Greed.
The ordinary business over, the chief dis
missed the men, und he and Braine alone re
mained. " Vroon, I have found him." said Braine.
" There are but few . which one?"
" Eighteen years ago, in St Petersburg.
" I remember. The millionaire's son. Did
he recognize yon?"
" I dou't know. Probably he did. But he
always had good nervea. He is being followed
at this moment. We .-hall strike quick; for
if be recognlzeJ me he will act ulck. He
is cool and brave. l on remember how he
braved us that night in Itussra. Jumped bold
ly through the window at the risk of break
ing his neck. He landed safely; that is the
only reason he eluded ns 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 fortre.., which is the same
thing. What are your plans:"
" 1 hare in mind something like this."
And Hargreave was working out bis pmns,
too; and he was just as much of a gejjral
as Braine. He sat at his library tbl, tli
maxillary muscles in his jaws working. So
tbey had found him? Well, he had broken tht
kw of his own making and he must suff-ix
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the consequences. Braine, who was Menshl
koff in Russia. Schwartz in Germany, Mendois,
in Spain, Cartucci in Italy, and Du Bois in
France; so the rogue had found him out? loc
Poor fool that he had been ! High spirited,
full of those youthful dreams of doing good f
in the world, he had joined what he had be-
lleved a great secret socialistic movement to f.
learn that he had been trapped by a band I rtW
of brilliant thieves. Kidnapers and assassi
nators for hire; the Black Hundred; fiends
from Topbet I For nearly eighteen years he nj
bad eluded them, for he knew that directly rei
or indirectly they would never cease to hunt f01
for him; and an idle whim had toppled him j
into their clutches. c&
He wrote several letters feverishly. Th tit
last was addressed to Miss Susan Farlow
and read : " Dear Madam ! Send Florence
Gray to New York, to arrive here Friday ca
morning. My half of the bracelet will be
identification. Inclosed find cash to square at
accounts." He woold get together all his
available funds, recover his child, and fly to the
ends of the world. He wonld tire them out be
They would find that the peaceful dog ws a H
bad animal to rouse. He rang for ths faithful
Jones.
" Jones, they have found me," he said
simply.
" Ton will need me. then?'
" Quite possible. Please mail these and
then we'll talk it ore- No doubt some one m
is watching outside. Be careful."
" Very good, sif."
Hargreave bowed bis head in his hands.
Many times he had journeyed to the school it
and hung about the gates, straining his eyes 6'
toward the merry groups of young girls.
Which among them was his, heart of his
heart, blood of bis blood? Tbst she might
never be drawn into this abominable tangle, 1 r
he had resolutely torn her ont of his life com- w
pletely. The happiness of watching the child a
gTow into girlhood he had denied himself. She ,'
at least would be safe. Only when she was
safe In a far country would he dare tell her.
He tried in vain to conjure up a picture of j
her he always s.w the mother whom he had C
loved and hated with all the ardor of bis
youth.
Many things happened tht next day. There
was a visit to the hangar of one William Orts, f
the aviator, famous for his daredevil exploits. f
There were two visit in fact, and the sec- "
ond visitor was knocked down for his pains.
He had tried to bribe Orts. ,j
There were several excited bankers, who f
protested against such large withdrawals with
out the usual formal announcement But a
check was a check, and they had to pay.
Hargreave covered a good deal of ground. i
but during all this time his right hand never
left the automatic in his overcoat pocket .
except at those moments he was obliged to
sign bis 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 j
always longing to see. f
And the spider wove hla web. .
Hargreave reached home at night He pot j
the money in the safe and was telephoning 1
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 1
surrounded." (
Hargreave read the note. It stated briefly
that all his movements during the day had
been noted. It was known tbat be had col- (
lected a million paper money. If he sur
rendered this he would be allowed twenty
foor hours before the eal chase began. Other- ,
wise he should die before midnight Har-
greave crushed the note in his hand. They '
might kill him ; there was a chance of tbeir
accomplishing that; but never should they
touch his daughter's fortune.
" Jones, you go to the rear door and 111 take
a look out of the front. Wo have an hour.
I know the breed. They'll wait till midnight
and then force their way in." i
Hargreave saw a dozen shadows in the front '
yard.
" Men all about the back yard," whispered (
Jones down the hall. i
The master eyed the man. '
" Very well, sir," replied the latter, with .
understanding. " I am ready."
The master 'vent to the safe, emptied it of
Its contents, cross tie ball to the bedroom,
and closed the door softly behind him, Jonss
having entered the same room through another
door to befool any possible watcher After a
long while, perhaps an tour, the two men
emerged from the room from the same d-tors
they had entered. So whispered the watcher
to bis friends below.
" Hargreave is going upstairs."
" lt him go. Iet bim take a looi at us
from the upper windows. He will understand 4j
that nothing but wings will nave him."
Silence. By and by a watcher reported tht
he hard the scuttle of the roof rattle.
" Look !'' another crieJ, startled.
A bluish glare came from the roof.
" He's shooting off a Roman candle '
They never saw th- 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 aod plumped rough
ly ino a chair. They broke open the safe, to
find it empty. And while the rogues were
rummaging about the room, renting their spite
upon many a treasure they could neither ap
preciate nor understand, a man from the out
ttide burnt in. i
" The old man is dead and the money is
the bottom of the ocean ! We punctured her
She's gone !"
A thin, inscrutable smile stirred the lips ot
the man bound in the chair
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