The Million Mr Mystery
Illustrated from Scenes i the Photo Drama oftho
Same Name by the Thonhouser Film Company
(Copyright, 1914, by
The Problem of the Seated Box.
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
"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
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
The chauffeur jumped into the cor
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 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
"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.
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.
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
"Horrible, horrible!" she said almost
"What did they do to you?"
"Ho said ho was my father. . , .
He put his arms around me. . . .
And I knew!"
"That ho lied. I can't explain."
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
"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
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
"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.
"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
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
"My child, your father Is alive,
"Wo don't know,'' sadly,
"Why, I should say that this prove
"On tho contrary, It proves nothing
of tho sort, sinco I have yet to dis
cover a treasure In this house. I have
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
"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
"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
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
! "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
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
"Who are you bumping Into?"
"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
"A hundred if yon overtake that
boat," said Felton's strange companion.
Felton eyed him thoughtfully. There
was something familiar about that
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
"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.
"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
"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
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