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The Million Mr Mystery
By HAROLD Illustrated from Scenes i the Photo Drama oftho Same Name by the Thonhouser Film Company (Copyright, 1914, by CHAPTER V. The Problem of the Seated Box. "Gone!" Jones kept saying to himself that ho must strive to bo calm, to think, think. Despite all his warnings, the warnings of Norton, sho had tricked them and run away. It was maddening. He wanted to rave, tear his hair, break things. He tramped the hall. It would be wasting time to send for the police. They would only putter nbout fruit lessly. The Black Hundred knew how to arrange these abductions. How had they succeeded In doing It? No ono had entered the house that day without his being present. Thcro had been no telephone call he had not heard tlio gist of, nor any letters ha had not first glanced over. How had they done It? Suddenly Into his mind flashed tho remembrance of the candle light under Florence's door the night before. In a dozen bounds ho was in her room, searching drawers, paper boxes, baskets. Ho found nothing. He returned in despair to Susan, who, during all this turmoil, had sat as If frozen in her chair. "Speak!" he cried. "For God's sake, say something, think something! Those devils are likely to torture her, hurt her!" He leaned against tho wall, his head on his arm. When he turned again he was calm. He walked with bent head toward tho door, opened it and stood upon tho threshold for a space. Across the street a shadow stirred, but Jones did not seo it. His gaze was attracted by something which shono dimly white on the walk just beyond tho steps. He ran to It. A crumpled letter, unad dressed. He carried it back to the house, smoothed it out and read Its contents. Florence in her hasto had dropped tho letter. He clutched at his hat, put it on and ran to Susan. "Here!" he cried, holding out an au tomatic. "If anyone comes In that you don't know, shoot! Don't ask ques tions, shoot!" "I'm afraid!" Sho breathed with dif ficulty. "Afraid?" he roared at her. He put the weapon in her hand. It slipped and thudded to the floor. He stooped for It and slammed It into her lap "You love your life and honor. You'll know how to shoot when the time comes. Now, attend to me. it I'm not back here by ten o'clock, turn this Bote over to the police. If you can't &o that, then God help us all!" And "with that he ran from the house. Susan eyed the revolver with grow ing 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 tho street, up an alley, was tho garage wherein Har greave had been wont to keep his car. Toward this Jones ran with tho speed of a track athlete. There might be half a dozen taxienbs about, but he would not run the risk of engaging any one of them Tho Illack Hundred was capable of anticipating his every movement. Tho shadow across the street stood undecided. At length ho concluded to give Jones ten minutes In which to re turn. If he did tut return within that time, tho watcher would go up to the drug store and telephone for Instruc tions. Out Jones did not come back. "Where's Howard?" ho demanded. "Hello, Jones; what's up?" "Howard, get that car out at once." "Out sho comes Walt till 1 glvo 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 Baw him awake. I wonder what's doing? You never know what's back of those mummy-faced bcadwalters. . . .AH right. Jones!" The chauffeur jumped into the cor and Jones took the seat beside him. "Wbero to?" "Number 78 . . ." and the rest of it trailed away, smothered In the vio lent thunder of the big six's engines. During tho car's, flight soveral olico men hailed It without success. Down this street, up that, round this corner, CO miles an hour; and all the while Jones shouted: "FaBter, faster!" Within twelve minutes from tho time it left tho garage, tl.e car stopped op posite No. 78 Grove street, and Jones got out. "Walt hero, Howard. If several men come rushing out, or I don't appear within ten minutes, flro your gun a couplo of times for the police I don't want them It wo can manage without. They'd only bungle." "All right, Mr. Jones," said the chauf feur. He had, in the past quarter of mi hour, acquired a deep and lasting respect for the butler chap. Ho was a regular fellow, for all his brass but tons. As Jcnes reached tho curb, Florence came forth, as. It oa Invisible wings. MAG GRATII Harold UacQrttli) Jones caught her by tho arm. She (lung him aside with a strength bo had not dreamed existed in her slim body. "Florence, I am Jones 1" Sho stopped, recognized him, and without a word ran across the street to the automobllo and cliTnbcd Into the tonncau. Jones followed Immediately. "Homo!" The car shot up tho dimly lighted street, shono palely for a second under the comer lamp, nnd 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 tho butler's lips. It was enough that God had guided him to her at tho appointed moment. Ho felt assured that never again would sho bo drawn into any trap, l'oor child! What had they said to Iter, done to her? How, in God's name, had she escaped from them who never let anybody escapo? Presently sho would become normal, and then she would tell him. "I found tho lying note You dropped It." "Horrible, horrible!" she said almost Inaudlbly. "What did they do to you?" "Ho said ho was my father. . , . He put his arms around me. . . . And I knew!" "Knew what?" "That ho lied. I can't explain." "Don't try!" Suddenly she laid her head against the 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!" sho murmured between the violent hiccoughs. "I was wrong, wrong! Forgive me!" Unconsciously tho arm sustaining her drew her closer. "Never mind," ho consoled. "Tell no ono what has happened. Go about as usual. Don't let even Susan know. Whatever your poor father did was for your Bake. Ho 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 neces sary time. I don't understand bow I did It. T wasn't frightened at ail 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! Draine paced the apartment of the Princess Perlgoff From the living room to the boudoir and back, fully twenty times. From the divan Olga watched him nervously. He was like a tiger, fresh in captivity. All at once he paused In front of her. 'Do you realize what that mere chit did?" "I do." "Planned to the minute. We had her; seven of us; doors locked, and all that. No weeping, no wailing; I could not understand then, but 1 do now. It's in the blood Hargreave was as peaceful as a St. Bernard dog, till you cornered him, and then lie was a lion, O, the devil! Slipped out of our lingers like an eel. And across the street, Jones in a racer! 1 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 docs, Jones does! Two men shall watch. Felton on the street and Orloff from the windows of the de serted house. With opera glasses ho will be able to take note of all that happens In the house during the day. Ho will bo able to Bee the girl's room. And that's the Important point. It was u good plan, little woman; and It would have been plain sailing It only wo had remembered that the girl was Hargreave's daughter. Pe very care ful hereafter when you call on her. A night liko 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 tho Herald?" She drew some writing paper toward her and scribbled a tew words. Ho read: "Florence the biding place is discovered, ltemovo it to a more secret spot at once. S. H." He laughed aud shook his head. "I'm afraid that will never do." "If sho reads It, Jones will. The man with tho opera glasses may see some thing Thero's u chance Jones might becomo worried." "Well, we'll glvo It a chance." It wus midnight when ho mado his departure. As he stepped Into the street, he glanced about cautiously. On the corner he saw a policeman swinging his night stick. Otherwise tho street wus deserted, llraluo pro ceeded jauntily down the street. And et, from tho darkened doors ot the house across tho way, the figure ot a man emerged ul stood contemplat ing ttie 'windows of the t'engoft upnrt ment. Suddenly the lights went out. The watcher made no effort to follow Draine. The knowledge be was after I Old not necessitate any such procedure. Of course, Florenco read tho "per sonal." She took the newspaper at ' once to Jones, who smiled grimly. "You seo, I trust you." I "And so long as you continue to j trust mo no harm will befall you. You , were left In my care by your father. I nm to guard you at tho expense or my life. Last night's affair was n miracle. Tho next time you will not find It so easy to escapo." Nor did she. "There will bo no next time," grave ly. "Hut I am going to ask you a di rect question. Is my father alive?" The butler's brow puckered. "I havo promised to say nothing, ono way or the other." She laughed. "Why do you laugh?" "I laugh becauso If he were dead there would be no earthly reason for your not saying so at once. Hut I hato money, tho namo of It, the sound of it, tho sight of It. It Is at tho bottom of all wars and crimes. I desplso It!" "Tho root of all evil. Yet It per forms many noblo deeds. But never mind the money. Let us glvo our at tention to this personal. Doubtless It originated In tho same mind which conceived the .letter. Your father would never havo Inserted such a per sonal. What! Glvo his enemies a chance to learn his secret? No. On tho other hand 1 want you to bIiow this personal to all you meet today, Susan, tho reporter, to everybody. Talk about it. Say that you wonder what you shall do. Trust no one with your real thoughtB." "Not even you, Mr. Jones," thought tho girl as sho nodded. "And tell them that you showed It to me and that I appeared worried." That night there was a meeting of tho organization called tho Illack Hun dred. Hralno nf;eil If anyone knew what tho Hargreavo butler looked like. "I had a glimpse of him the other night; but being unprepared, I might not rccognlzo him again." Vroon described Jones minutely. Draine could almost seo tho portrait. "Vroon, that memory of yours Is worth a lot of money," was his only comment. "I hope It will bo worth more soon." "I believe I'll be ablo to recognize Mr. Jones If I seo him. Who Is ho nnd what is he?" "He has been with Hargreave for 14 years. There was a homicidal case In which Jones was active. Hargreave saved him. Ho is faithful and uncom municative. Money will not touch him. If he does know where that million Is, hot Irons could not mnko him own up to it. The only way Is to watch him, follow him, wait for tho moment when ho'll grow careless. No man is always on hl3 mettle; he lets up sooner or later." "He Is being watched, as you know." Vroon nodded approvingly. "The cap tain ot the tramp steamer Orient, by the way, was seen with a roll of money. He was in one of tho water front saloons, bragging how he had hoodwinked some one." "Did he say where he'd got the cash?" asked Bralne. "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 It he sees Jones removing anything from any ot the rooms. The rest will be left to Felton." "And, Felton, my friend," said Bralne sottly he always spoka softly when he was In a deadly humor "Fel ton, you slept on duty the other night Hargreave stole up, consulted Jones, and got away after knocking me down. Tho next failure will mean short shift. Be warned!" "I saw only you, sir. So help me. I was not asleep. I saw you run down the street after the taxicab. 1 did not Beo anyone else." Bralne shrugged. "KemeniLer what I said." Felton bowed respectfully and made his oxlt. He wished In his soul that he might some day catch the master mind freo 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 bad money. When ever there was a desperate job to be undertaken, Vroon simply poured out the money necessary to promote it. Whenever Bralne and Vron became engaged In earnest conversation they talked Slav. Bralne was never called by name here; the boss, simply that. Well, ten 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. Out his soul re- helled at being ordered about Uko so much dirt under another man's feet. He would take bis ten thousand and make the grand getaway. Tho next afternoon the princess called upon Florenco. Nothing was said about the adventure, and this fact created a vague unrest In the schem ing woman's mind. She realized that sho must play her cards more care fully than ever. Not tho least distrust must be permitted to enter the child's head. Once that happened good-by to tho wonderful emeralds. Was it that she really craved tho stone? Was It not rather a venom acquired from the knowledge that this child's mother had won what sho herself, with all her cleverness, was not sure of Bratne's love? Did ho really caro for her or was she only the catspaw to pluck his hot chestnuts trom the Are? When Florenco showed her tho "per sonal," her vague doubts become In stantly dissipated. The child would not have shown her tho newspapor had thcro been any distrust on her lart. "My child, your father Is alive, then?" animatedly, "Wo don't know,'' sadly, "Why, I should say that this prove It." "On tho contrary, It proves nothing of tho sort, sinco I have yet to dis cover a treasure In this house. I have Florence Gray. hunted In every nook, drawer; I've searched for panels, looked In trunks for false bottoms. Nothing, nothing! Ah, If I could only find It!" "And what would you do with it?" "Take It at once to some bank and offer tho whole of It for tho safe re turn of my father, every penny of It. I don't know what to do, which way to turn," tears gathering In her eyes and they were genuine tears, too. "There aro millions In stocks and bonds and I cannot touch a penny of It because the legal documents havo not been found. I can't even prove that I am his daughter, except for half an old bracelet, and my father's lawyers say that that would not hold In any court." "You were born in St. Petersburg, my dear. Have the embassy there look up the birth registers." "That would not put me into posses sion. Nothing but the return ot my father will avail me. And there's a hor rible thought always ot my not being his real daughter!" "There's no doubt In my mind. I have only to recall Katrlna's face to know whose child you are. But what will you live on?" Here was a far greater mlxup than 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 Hundred? To keep them away from the true daughter? Her mind grew bewildered over such pos sibilities. The single and only way to settle all doubts was to make this child a prisoner. If she was Har greave's true daughter he would come out of his hiding. She heard Florence answering her question: "There Is a sum of ten or twelve thousand In the Riverdale bank, under the control ot my father's but ler. After that is gone, I don't know what will happen to us, Susan and me." "The door of Miss Farlow's will al ways be open to you, Florence," re plied Susan, with love in her eyes. . This Interesting conversation was Interrupted by the advent of Norton. He was always dropping In during tho late afternoon hours. Florenco liked him for two reasons. Ono was that Jones trusted him to a certain extent and the other was that . . . that she liked him. She finished this sen tence in her heart defiantly. ! Today he brought her a box of beau tiful roses, and at the sight ot them the princess smiled faintly. Set the wind in that quarter? Sho could have laughed. Hem was her revenge against this meddler who took no particular notice of her while Florence was In the room. She would encourage him, poor grubbing newspaper writer, with his beggarly pittance! What chance had he of marrying this girl with mil lions within reach of her hand? ' The peculiar thing about this was that Norton was entertaining the samo thought at tho samo time: what earth ly chance had ho? In the second story, window of tho house over the way there was a wor ried man. But when his glasses brought In range the true contente ot tho box ho laughed sardonically. "This watching Is getting my goat. I Bmell a rat every tlmo I see a shadow." Ho wiped tho lenses ot his opera glasses and proceeded to roll a cigarette. When tho princess nnd Norton went away Jones stole quietly up to Flor ence's room and threw up tho curtain. Two round points ot light flashed from the wntchor's window, but the saturn Ino smile on Jones' lips was not ob served. Ho went to tho door, opened It cautiously, a hand to his ear. Then he closed tho door, turned back the rug and removed a section ot the floor Ins Out o( tills cavity ho raised a box.. Tnere wasleltcrlng on the 11J; In fact, the namo of its owner, Stanley Har greave. Jones replaced the flooring, tucked tho box under his arm and made his exit. ; The man lounging In tho ohadow heard a faint whistle. It was tho sig nal agreed upon. Tho man Felton ran across the street and boldly rang tho bell It was only then that Florence missed Ilia ever present butler. She hesitated, then sent Susan to the door. ' 1 must seo Mr. Jones upon vitally .Important business." ! "He has gono out," snld Susan, and very sensibly closed the door before jFclton's foot succeeded In getting In side. I It was time to act. He ran around 'to the rear. Tho ladder convinced him that Jones had tricked him. He was wild with rage. He was over tho wall In an Instant. Away down tho back "A Hundred If You Overtake That Boat." street his eye dlscoverc'd his man in full flight He gave chase. As he came to the first corner he was nearly knocked over by a man coming tho othet way "Who are you bumping Into?" growled Felton. "Not so fast, Felton!" ' "Who the devil aro you?" The stranger made a sign which Fel ton Instantly recognized. "Quick! What has happened?" ' "Jones has the million and Is mak ing his getaway. See him hiking to ward the water front?" The two men began to run. There followed a thrilling chase. Jones engaged a motorboat and it was speeding seaward when the two pur suers arrived. They were not laggard. There was another boat and they made for it. "A hundred if yon overtake that boat," said Felton's strange companion. Felton eyed him thoughtfully. There was something familiar about that Tolce. Great plumes of water shot up into the air. It did not prove a short race by any means. It took half an hour for the pursuer to overhaul the pur sued. "Is that Jones?" "Yes." Felton fired his revolver Into the air in hopes of terrifying Jones' en gineer; but there was five hundred dangling before that individual's eyes. "Let them get a little nearer," Bhout ed the butler. The engineer let down the speed a notch. The other boat crept up within twenty yards. Jones Bought a perfect range. He would havo to find this spot again. "Surrender!" yelled Felton. In reply Jones raised the precious box and deliberately dropped It into the sea. Then he turned his auto matic upon his pursuers and succeeded in setting their boat afire. All this within the space ot an hour. During dinner that night (there was now a cook) Jones walked about the dining table, rubbing his hands to gether from time to time. "Jones," said Florence, "why do you rub your hands like that?" "Was I rubbing my hands, Miss Florence?" he asked Innocently. CHAPThR VI. "Did you get the range?" asked the countess, when late that night Bralne recounted his adventure. "Range!" he snarled. "My girl, haven't I just told you that I bad to fight for my life? My boat was In flameB. Wo had to swim for it till we were picked up by a Long Island barge tug. I don't know what became of the motorman. He must have headed straight for shore. And I'm glad he did. Otherwise he'd be howl ing for tho price of another boat. Olga, for tho first time I'vo had to let one of the boys have a look at my face. Doesn't know the name; but one of these days he'll stumble across it, and the result will bo black mail, unless I push him oft Into tho dark. It was accidental." The countess leaned forward, her handB tightly clinched. "But the box!" Bralno made a gesture of despair. "Leo, are you using any drug these days?" "Don't mako fun of mo, Olga," im patiently. "Did you over see mo drink moro than a pint ot wine or smoke more than two cigars In an evening? Poor fools! What! let my brain go Into the wastebasket for the sake ot Continued on page 7 L. C TAUL Insurance'Office i .invprniirr Mni hi k i-ire, Lignimng, lor nado and Windstorm, Life, Accident, Health Insurance. Old Reliable Companies laoplloltollollaoPllo Walls & Trent Livery, Feed and Sale Stable Bus Meets all Trains Hardinsburg, : Ky. CUOI3lOirollOCZJOCr3l We Pay Postage Both Ways Anywhere in the U. S. A. 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