The Stanford interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1911-1912, 1911-06-30

I FILE lew MOMENTS NbenllHt
N shook his head angrily and
I drew back step from the
Red. got a handkerchiefY' he snap
ped
"Yes"
We'll get moving Come on-blind
/ fold me so that | can't see. so that
every nerve will be conferred on hear
| ing the tumblors click-you know-thc
old gag
/ "Surc thing"
/ Red scrambled 20 his feet and has
. lilly tied n handkerchief tightly around
. Valentines head. completely covering
his eyes. Valentine stepped back to
the vault. and Red crouched again al
his feet.
Deity. inteutly. the ex-convict ma
/ nipulated the intricate mechanism OF
/ the vault
Hurry. Jimmy. that Kid" urged
Red 10 whom the suspense was be
! coming unbearable.
pm you. be quiet! II you say
another word I'll knock your head OF
my hands are like leather"
He again sandpapered his fingers.
you're bleeding" exclaimed Red.
what OF itr' returning TO bis task.
Don't talk. tell you. heard II
click-I missed Il again" turning the
combination slowiy-''but felt Il
that time-I felt rhe dog lift"-valen.
tine was intensely excited "Red. there
Il isl Hurry with a matchr'
Red. well acquainted with the du.
ties required OF him. by reason of
the thorough education he had receiv-
ed from Valentine In the past, had
been waiting eXpectantly with q
match ready for the striking. At the
word he illuminated the combinations
dial with a tiny fame
What Is ltT' cried Valentine.
The other stretched himself upward
and peered at the numbers on the
metal saucer
"It points to twenty -oner' be ex-
claimed.
Valentine again drew away from the
vault
'sandpnperr' he cried. Red handed
him another sheet He rubbed his
fingers softly across It His raw. bleed
ing flesh could not stand more than
the slightest contact with the rasping
surface. I'm feel every jar clean to
my eyeballs now" he added. He turn
ed the dial back and then forward and
then four complete reverse revolu-
ions That's the way to get them.
Red"-two more forward revolutions
bare. bleeding nerves"-a half turn
back-"raw. throbbing nerves-a tooth
ache in every nnfier end-eh. Red
there-match"
After a moment:
"Fifty-twor'
How many bolts did this door
haveT' asked Valentine. did you
noticeY' He went on turning the dial.
Twelve"
Thought so" brilliantly. "Can you
hear her any more. Redr'
Reds ear was pressed against the
crack OF the vault door
mo. And God knows I don't want
to. Honest. Jimmy. l don't believe
r.
"Oh. yes. you do. So long as she
calls We know she's alive"-turning
the dial slowly back-"here We are
again. II this is eleven l know this
old rotation-matchw
"Eievenl" shrieked Red joyously
after a moment OF racking suspense.
"rve got II! I've got e." cried Val
entine. -'If this is II. Red"-reversing
the dial again-''she's ours In another
minute. Match
Red struck another match.
'Tenr' he cried.
A half turn OF the dial forward
Valentines sharp ear detected the
sound as though another bolt had
drawn back. Here we are againl
Matchr'
"Forty-two." exclaimed Red
That's t-forty-two-thats what It
should be. DO you hear Kitty nowr'
mo Good God. Jimmy. suppose.
after all. she's deadr
Two more turns OF the dial
Keep your nerve. old pal-there-
match
To George Doyle. standing In the
doorway. the scene was one OF grip
ping interest The consummate, al
most uncanny. skill of Jimmy Valen'
tine was something TO cause in the de
tective experienced even as he was
with resourcefui and intelligent
cracksmen. a thrill Of genuine admira
ton. No wonder Valentine had proved
the despair OF the safe makers, the
banking officials and the sleuths Of
haf dozen states And lieutenant
governor had pardoned him!
As Doyle surveyed intently the op-
erations Of Red Flanagan aud Jimmy