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down the steps, across the lawn. with
Braine close at his heels.
"Just a noment. Mr. Hargreave,"
he called ironically; "just a moment!"
The man he addressed as Hargreave
turned with lightning rapidity and
struck. The blow caught Braine
above the ear, knocking him flat.
When he rega!ned his feet the rumble
of a motor told him the rest of the
By the dim light of her bedroom
candle Florence read the note which
had found entrance so strangely and
mysteriously into her room. Her fa
ther! He lived, he needed her! Alive
but in dread peril, and only she could
save him! She longed to fly to him
at once, then and there. How could
she wait till tomorrow night at eight?
Immediately she began to plan how to
circumvent the watchful Jones and
the careful Susan. Her father! She
-lept no more that night.
"My Darling Daughter: I must see
you. Come at e!ght o'clock tomorrow
night to 78 Grove street, third floor.
Confide in no one, or you seal my
"Your unhappy FATHER."
What child would refuse to obey a
eumn:ons like this?
A light tap oa the door started her.
"Is aLythius the matter?" asked
the mild voice of Jones.
*No. I gct up to get a drink of
She heard h!s factstcps die away
down the corridor. She thrust the
letter into the pochet of her dress,
which lay neatly fcided on the chair
r: the foot of the bed, then climbed
buck into the bed itself. She must
Lot iell even Mr. Norton.
Was the child spinning a romance
&ver the frst young man she had ever
nct? In her heart of hearts the girl
dd not know.
It was :,.. so terribly and tragically
simle to match aK woman's mind
againot that of a child. Both Norton
and the sober Jones had explicitly
warned her never '.o go anywhere.
r-4:cive telophono e:!s or letters, with
cut first coisulting one or the other
ot them. Azid now she had planned
to deceive t'em, with all the cunning
of her sex.
The next morning at breakfast there
; nothing unusual either in her ap
--:&nce or mauners. Under the
s!:rvwd scrutiny of Jones she was just
L.or e-:eryday self, a fne h!t of acting
for one vho ha -,et t'. -: t:3 stase.
L'at it is born in woman to act, as
it Is bern in man lo -ight, and Flor
tnee was no exception to the rule.
She was going to save her father.
She read with Susan, played the
piao sewed a little, laughed, hummed
and did a thousand and one things
ycoung girls do when they have the
deception of their elders in view.
All day long Jcnes went about like
i.n old hound 'wi-tL his nose to the
wind. There was comnething In the
air, but he could not tell what it was.
Somehow .or other, no matter which
room Florence went into, there was
Jones within earshot. And she dared
not show the lcast Impatience or res
tiveness. It was a large order for so
young a girl, but she filled it.
She rather expected that the re
pcrter would appear some time during
thie afternoon; and sure enough he
did. He could no more resist the de
sire to see and talk to her than he
,onM resist breathing. There was no
She Tried the Doors. They Were
use denying It; the world had sud
derly turned at a new angle, present
Ing a new face, a roseate vision. It
rather subdued his easy banter.
"What news?" she asked.
"None," rather despondingly. "I'm
sorry. I had hoped by this time to
get somewhere. But it happens that
I can't get any further than this
She did not ask him what he meant
--Shall I play something for you?"
i-e drew a chair beside the piano
a: d watched her fingers, white as the
Ivory kcyu. flutter up and down the
board. She played Chopin for him,
Mendelssohn, Grieg and Chaminade;
at d she played them In a surprisingly
scholarly fashion. He had expected
ths usua: echoolgirl choice and execu
tion; "T'itania," the "Moonlight So.
n'ata" (which not half a dozen great
pianists have ever played correctly),
"Manstery Bells," and the like. He
had prepared to make a martyr of
is paid up, <
himself: instead, he was distinctly
and delightfully entertained.
"You don't," he said whimsically,
when she finally stopped, "you don't,
by any chance, know 'The Maiden's
She laughed. This piece was a
standing joke at school.
"I have never played it. It may,
however, be in the music cabinet.
Would you like to hear it?" mis
"Heaven forfend!" he murmured,
raising his hands.
All the while the letter burned
against her heart, and the smile on
her face and the gayety on her tongue
were forced. "Confide in no one," she
repeated mentally, "or you seal my
"Why do you shake your head like
that?" he asked.
"Did I shake my head?" Her heart
fluttered wildly. "I was not conscious
"Are you going to keep your prom
"Never to leave this house without
Jones or myself being with you."
"I couldn't if I wanted to. I'f1 wa
ger Jones is out there in the hall
this minute. I know; it is all for
my sake. But it bothers me."
Jones v. as indeed in the hall, and
when he sensed the petulance in her
voico his shoulders sank despondently
and he sighed deeply if silently.
At a quarter to eight Florence, being
alone for a minute, set fire to a veil
and stuffed it down the register.
"Jones," she called excitedly, "I
smell something burning!"
Jones dashed into the room, sniffed,
and dashed out again, heading for the
cellar door. His first thought was
naturally that the devils incarnate had
set fire to the house. When he re
turned, having, of course, discovered
no fire, he found Florence gone. He
rushed into the hall. Her hat was
missing. He made for the hall door
with a speed which seemed Incredible
to the bewildered Susan's eyes. Cut
into the street, up and down which
he looked. Far away he discovered a
dwindling taxicab. The child was
In the house Susan was answering
the telephone, talking incoherently.
"Who Is It?" Jones whispered. his
lips white and dry.
"The princess. . . ." began Susan.
He took the receiver from her
"Hello, who is It?"
"This is Olga Perigoff. Is Florence
"No, madam. She has just stepped
out for a moment. Shall I tell her
to call you when she returns?"
"Yes, please. I want her and Su
san and Mr. Norton to come to tea
Jones hung up the receiver, sank
into a chair near by and buried his
face in his hands.
"What Is it?" cried Susan, terrified
by the haggardness of his face.
I"She's gone! My God, those
'wretches have got her! They've got
Florence was whirled away at top
speed. Her father! She was actually
on the way to her father, whom she
had always loved in dreams, yet never
Number 78 Grove street was not an
attractive place, but when she ar
rived she was too highly keyed to
take note of its sordidness. She was
rather out of breath when she reached
the door of the third fiat. She knocked.
timidly. The door was Instantly
opened by a man who wore a black
mask. She would have turned then
and there and flownfout for the swift
picture she had of a well-dressed man
at atable. He lay with his head upon
"Father!" she whispered.
The man raised his careworn face,
so very well done that only the closest
scrutiny would have betrayed the
paste of the theater. He arose and
staggered toward her with out
stretched arms. But the moment they
clgsed about her Florence experienced
a peculiar shiver.
"My child!" murmured the broken
man. "They caught me when I was
about to come to you. I have given
up the fight." A sob choked him.
What was it? wondered the child,
her heart burning with the misery of
the thought that she was sad Instead
of glad. Over his shoulder she sent
a glance about the room. There was
a sofa, a table, some chairs and an
enormous clock, the face of which was
dented and the hands hopelessly tan
gled. Why, at such a moment, she
should note such details disturbed
her. Then she chanced to look Into
the cracked mirror. In it she saw
several faces, all masked. These men
were peering at her through the half.
closed door behind her.
"You must return home and bring
me the money." went on the wretch
who dared to perpetrate such a mock
ery. "It is all that stands between
me and death."
Then she knew! The insistent daily
warnings eseo hcme to her. She un
derstood now. She had deliberately
walked into the spider's net. But in
stead of terror an extraordinary calm
fell upon her.
"Very wcli, father. I will go and
get it." Gently she rele'ased. herself
from those horrible arms.
"Wait. my child, till I see if they
vill let you go. They may wish to
hold you as hsu.
When he. was pne she tried the
dors. 'lhcy were loeced. Then she
crossed over to the window and ioo'ked
out. A leap from there would kill her.
She turned her gaze toward the lamp,
The false father returned, deject
"It is as I caid They insist upon
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-end!ng some one. Write down t!
directions I gave to you. I am ver:
"Writo down the directions vc-rsch
father; you know them better thaz
I." Since she saw no escape, she wai
determined to keep up the tragic farci
"I am not your father."
"So I see." she replied, still wit1
the amazing calm.
Braine, in the other room, shook hii
head savagely. Father and daugleter
the same 6teel in the nerves. Coul<
they bend her? Would they breal
her? He did not wish to injure he:
bodily, but a million was always i
million, and there was revenge whicl
was worth more to him than th;
money itself. He listened, motionini
to the others to be silent.
"Write the directions," commande<
the scoundrel, who discarded th4
broken man style.
"I know of no hidden money."
"Then your father dies this night
Grange put a whistle to his lips
"Once more. The mowant I blov
this whistle the men in the othe:
"She Has Thrown Herself Out of thi
room will understand that your fathei
is to die. Be wise. Money is noth
ing-life is everything."
"I refuse!" Even as she had knowi
this vile creature to be an imposto:
so she knew that he lied, that hel
father was still free.
Grange blew the whistle. Instantil
the -room became filled with masket
men. But Florence was ready. Sh<
seized the lamp and hurled It to th4
floor, quite Indifferent whether It ex
plcded or went out. Happily for her
It was extinguished. At the same mc
ment she cast the lamp she caugh1
hold of a chair, remembering the di
rection of the window. She was su
perhumanly strong in this moment
The chair went true. A crash fol
"She has thrown herself out of th4
v-mdow!" yelled a voice.
Some one groped for the lamp, 111
It, and turned in time to see Florence
pass out of the room Into that fron
which they had come. The doo>
slammed. The surprised men hears
the key click.
lSner wa fee But she was n<
The Problem of the Sealed Box.
Jones kept saying to himself that hi
must strive to be calmn, to think, think
Despite all his warnings, the warnings
of Norton, she had tricked them and
run away. It was maddening. H4
wanted to rave, tear his hair, breal
things. He tramped the hall. It woul<
be wasting time to send for the police
TIhey would only putter about fruit
lessly. The Black Hundred knew hov
to arrange these abductions.
How had they succeeded in doing It
No one had entered the house that da:
without his being present. There ha<
been no telephone call he had no
heard the gist of, nor any letters h<
had not first glanced over. How ha<
they done it? Suddenly into his mint
flashed the remembrance of the candle
light under Florence's door the nigh
before. In a dozen bounds he was iI
her room, searching drawers, pape:
boxes, baskets. He found nothing. H<
returned in despair to Susan, who
during all this turmoil, had sat as I
frozen in her chair.
"S peak!" he cried. "For God's sake
say something, think something! Thos
devIls are likely to torture her, hur
her!" He leaned against the wvall, hi~
ead on his arm.
When he turned again he was calm
He walked with bent head toward th(
door, opened It and stood upon th4
threshold for a space. Across the
street a shadow stirred, but Jones di(
not see It. His gaze was attracted bI
something which shone dimly white oz
the walk just beyond the steps. He
ran to It. A crumpled letter, unad
dressed. He carried it back to th<
house, smoothed It out and read its
contents. Florence in her haste hat
dropped the letter.
He clutched at his hat, put it on ani
ran to Susan.
"Here!" he cried, holding out an au
tomatic. "If anyone comes in that yot
don't know, shoot! Don't ask ques
"I'm afraid!" She breathed with dit
"Afraid ?" he roared at her. He pui
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tho weapon in her hand. It snpped
and thudded to the floor. He stooped
for it and slammed it into her lap.
"You love your life ind honor. You'%
know how to shcut when the time
comes. Now, attend to me. i I'm
not back here by ten o'clock, turn this
note over to the police. If you can't
do that, then God help us all!" And
I with that he ran from the house.
Susan eyed the revolver with grow
lIng terror. For what had she left the
peace and quiet of Miss Farlow's; as
sassination, robbery. thieves and kid
napers? She wanted to shriek, but
her throat was as dry as paper. Gin
gerly she touched the pistol. The cold
steel sent a thrill of fear over her. He
hadn't told her how to shoot it!
Two blocks down the street, up an
alley, was the garage wherein Har
greale had been wont to keep his car.
Toward this Jones ran with the speed
of a track athlete. There might bd
half a dozen taxicabs about, but he
would not run the risk of engaging
any one of them The Black Hundred
was capable of anticipating his every
The shadow across the street stood
undecided. At length he concluded to
give Jones ten minutes in which to re
turn. If he did not return within that
time, the watcher would go up to the
drug store and telephone for instruo
But Jones did not come back.
"Where's Howard?" he demanded.
"lello, Jones; what's up?"
"Howard, get that car out at once."
"Out she comes. Wait till I give her
radiator a bucket of water. Gee!"
whispered Howard. whom Hargreave
often used as his chauffeur, "get on to
his nibs! First time I ever saw him
awake. I wonder what's doing? You
never know what's back of those
mummy-faced headwaiters. . . . All
The chauffeur jumped into the car
and Jones took the seat beside him.
"Number 78 . . ." and the rest of
it trailed away, smothered in the vio
lent thunder of the big six's engines.
During the car's flight several police
men hailed it without success. Down
this street, up that, round this corner,
50 miles an hour; and all the while
Jones shouted: "Faster, faster!"
Within twelve minutes from the time
it left the garage, the car stopped op
posite No. 78 Grove street, and Jones
"Wait here, Howard. If several men
come rushing out, or I don't appear
within ten minutes, fire your gun a
couple of times for the police. I don't
want them if we can manage without.
They'd only bungle."
"All right, Mr. Jones," said the chauf
feur. He had, in the past quarter of
an hour, acquired a deep and lasting
respect for the butler chap. He was a
regular fellow, for all his brass but
As Jones reached the curb, Florence
came forth as if on Invisible wings.
Jones caught her by the arm. She
flung him aside with a strength he had
not dreamed existed in her slim body.
"Florence, I am Jones!"
She stopped, recognized him, and
without a word ran across the street
to the automobile and climbed into the
tonneau. Jones followed immediately.
The car shot up the dimly lighted
street, shone palely for a second under
the corner lamp, and vanished.
"Ah, child, child!" groaned the man
at her side, all the tenseness gone
from his body. He was Jones again.
Still she did not speak but stared
ahead with unseeing eyes.
No further reproach fell from the
butler's lips. It waz enough that God
had guided him to her at the appointed
moment. He felt assured that never
again would she be drawn into any
trap. Poor child! What had they said
to her, done to her? How, in God's
name, had she escaped from them who
never let anybody escape? Presently
she wou'ld become normal, and thea
she would tell him.
"I found the lying note. You dropped
"Horrible, horrible I" she said almost
"What did they do to you?"
"He said he was my father....
Hke put his arms around me ...
And I knew!"
"That he lied. I can't explain."
Suddenly she laid her head against
Ithe butler's shoulder and cried. It
was terrible to hear youth weep In
this fashion. Jones put his arm about
her, and tried to console her.
"Horrible!" she murmured between
the violent hiccoughs. "I was wrong,
reoag! Forgive me!"
Uncoonsciously the arm sustaining
her drew her closer.
"Never mind," he consoled. "Tell no
one what has happened. Go about as
usual. Don't let even Susan know.
Whatever your poor father did was for
your sake. He wanted you to be
happy, without a care in the world."
"I promise." And gradually the sobs
ceased. "But I feel so old, Jones, so
very old. I threw over the lamp. I
threw a chair through the window.
They thought that it was I who had
jumped out. That gave me the nece
sary time. I don't understand howlI
did it. I wasn't frightened at all till
I gained the street."
They found Susan still seated in the
chair, the automatic in her lap. She
had not moved in all this time!
Braine paced the apartment of the
Princess P'erigoff From the living
room to the boudoir and back, fully
twenty times. From the divan Olga
watched him nervously. He wvas like
a tiger, fresh in captivity. All at onceI
he paused in front of her.
e wonderful stc
1 show each ch~
~1,000. Be s
midst of the si
"Do you realize what that mere chit
"Planned to the minte. We had
her; seven of us; doors locked, and
all that. No weeping, no wailing; I
could not understand then, but I do
now. It's in the blood. Hargreave was
as peaceful as a St. Bernard dog, till
you cornered him, and then he was a
lion, 0, the devil! Slipped out of our
fingers like an eel. And across the
street, Jones in a racer! I never paid
any particular attention to Jones, but
from now on I shall. The girl may or
may not know where the money is, but
Jones does, Jones does! Two men
shall watch. Felton on the street and
Orloff from the windows of the de
serted house. With opera glasses he
will be able to take note of all that
happens in the house during the day.
He will be able to see the girl's room.
And that's the important point. It was
a good plan, little woman; and it
would have been plain sailing if only
we had remembered that the girl was
Hargreave's daughter. Be very care
ful hereafter when you call on her. A
night like this will have made her sus
picious of every one. Our hope lies
with you. Anything on your mind?"
"Yes. Why not insert a personal in
the Herald?" She drew some writing
paper toward her and scribbled a few
He read: "Florence-the hiding
place is discovered. Remove it to a
more secret spot at once. S. H."-He
laughed and shook his head. "I'm
afraid that will never do."
"If she reads it, Jones will. The man
with the opera glasses r~my see some
thing. There's a chance Jones might
"Well, we'll give it a chance."
It was midnight when he made his
departure. As he stepped into the
street, he glanced about cautiously.
On the corner he saw a policeman
swinging his night stick. Otherwise
the street was deserted. Braine pro
ceeded jauntily down the street.
And yet, from the darkened doors of
the house across the way, the figure of
a man emerged and stood contemplat
ing the windows of the Perigoff apart
ment. Suddenly the lights went out.
The watcher made no effort to follow
Braine. The knowledge he was after
did not necessitate any such procedure.
Of course, Florence read the "per
sonal." She took the newspaper at
once to Jones, who smiled grimly.
"You see, I trust you."
"And so long as you continue to
trust'me no harm will befall you. You
were left in my care by your father. I
am to guard you at the expense of my
life. Last night's affair was a miracle.
The next time you will not find It so
easy to escape."
Nor did she.
"There will be no next time," grave
ly. "But I am going to ask you a di
rect question. Is my father alive?"
The butler's brow puckered. "I have
promised to say nothing, one way or
"Why do you laugh?"
"I laugh because if he were dead
there would be no earthly reason for
your not saying so at once. But I hate
money, the name of It, the sound of it,
the si 'it of it. It Is at the bottom of
all wa ..nd crimes. I despise it!
"Th, root of all evil Yet it per
forms many noble deeds. But never
mind the money. Let us give our at
tention to this personal. Doubtless it
originated in the same mind which
conceived the letter. Your father
would never have inserted such a per
sonal. What! Give his enemies a
chance to learn his secret? No. On
the other hand I want you to show this
personal to all you meet today, Susan,
the reporter, to everybody. Talk about
it. Say that you wonder what you
shall do. Trust no one with your real
"Not even you, Mr. Jones," thought
the girl as she nodded.
"And tell them that you showed it
to me and that I appeared worried."
That night there was a meeting of
the organization called the Black Hun
dred. Braine asked if anyone knew
what the Hargreave butler looked like.
"I had a glitr pse of him the other
night; but being unprepared. I might
not recognize him again."
Vroon described Jones minutely.
Braine could almost see the portrait.
"Vroon, that memory of yours is
worth a lot of money," was his only
"I hope it will be worth more soon."
"I believe I'll be able to recognize
Mr. Jones if I see him. Who is he and
what is he?"
"He has been with Hargreave for 14
years. There was a homicidal case in
which Jones was active. Hargreave
saved him. He is faithful and uncom
municative. Money will not touch him.
If he does know wvhere that million is,
hot Irons could not make him own up
to it. The only way is to watch him,
follow him, wait for the moment when
he'll grow careless. No man is always
on his mettle; he lets up sooner or
"He is being watched, as you know."
Vroon nodded approvingly. "The cap
tain of the framp steamer Orient, by
the way, was seen with a roll of
money. He was in one of the water
front saloons, bragging how he had
hoodwinked some one."
"Did he say whene he'd got the
cash?" asked Braine.
"They tried to pump him on that,
but he shut up. Well, we have agreed
that Felton shall watch from the street
and Orloff from the window. Orloff
will whistle if he sees Jones removing
anything from any of the rooms. The
rest will be left to Felton."
"And, Felton, my friend," said
Braine softly-he always spoke softly
when he was in a deadiy hu~mor-"FelI
m, you slept on dut.y the other night
ry, "The M~i
ipter as it ap];
re that your
isrgreave slole up, consulted Jones,
and got a-:y after knocking me down.
The nert failure will mean short shift.
"I saw only you, sir. So help me. I
was n'ot asleep. I saw you run down
the street after the taxicab. I did not
see anyone else."
Bra!ne shrugged. "Remember what
Felicn bowed respectfully and made
his exit. Ie wished in his soul that he
might some day catch the master mind
free of his eternal mask. It was an
iron hand which ruled them and there
were friends of his (Felton's) who had
mysteriously vanished after a brief
period of rebellion. The' boss was a
swell; probably belonged to clubs and
society which he adroitly pilfered. The
organization always had money. When
ever there was a desperate job to be
unde. iken, Vroon simply poured out
the money necessary to promote it.
Whenever Braine and Vroon became
engaged in earnest conversation they
talked Slav. Braine was never called
by name here; the boss, simply that.
Well, tei per cent of a million was a
hundred thousand. This would be
equally divided between the second
ten of the Black Hundred. Another ten
per cent would go to 80 members; the
balance would be divided between
Vroon and the boss. But his soul re
belled at being ordered about like 60
much dirt under another man's feet.
He would take his ten thousand and
make the grand getaway.
The next afternoon the prircess
called upon Florence. Nothing was
said about the adventure, and thIs fact
created a vague unrest in the schem
ing woman's mind. She realized that
she must play her cards more care
fully than ever. Not the least distrust
must be permitted to enter the child's
head. Once that happened good-by to
the wonderful emeralds. Was it that
she really craved the stone? Was it
not rather a venom acquired from the
knowledge that this child's mother had
won what she herself, with all her
cleverness, was not sure of-Braine's
love? Did he really care for her or
was she only the catspaw to pluck his
hot chestnuts from the fire?
When Florenced showed her the "per
sonal," her vague doubts become In
stantly dissipated. The child would
not have shown her the newspaper
had there been any distrust on her
"My child, your father is alive,
"We don't know," sadly.
"Why, I should say :hat this proves
"On the contrary, it proves nothing
of the sort, since I have yet to dis
cover a treasure in this house. I bave
FTk li tonce tosoeray. an
hurnte ofmyntr every kpdaeny ofit.
sotrearchds patelloke in herueyes
fordfaley botoms gnoting e, ting
"Ther ifr coulflirY fin tocs"n
bodAnd Iant oltou do witho it
oferas the whlea ocumoresafe re
turn foud mI at every penove t.
braceur," tars gyatherng inwyers eys
tad they would gnuitears, too.n
"Yher aere bions in St eesburg,
boyd der ann thouembas tere lofoi
becaue bith legilsters." aveno
"That foud cn't en poses-t
asion. dauthngrbu ex et~rn h f anol
baheletl adi m. Adthlers ayr
rtbat thougt aold~y fm not eingan
uhe re h dre'.ter."
I"There's no doubt in my mind. I
have only to recall Katrina's face to
know v:hosoechild you are. But what
will you live on? Here was a far
greater mixup thain she had calculated
upon. Supposing after all it was only
a resemblance, that the child was not
Hargreave's, a substitute just to blind
the Black Itundred? To keep them
away from the true daughter? Her
mind gre bevldered over such pos
ribilitie. " singl~e and only way to
sete all d'..abts was to make this
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