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See here, lady, I've got no time to
waste with you. Just you stay where
you are. and don't make a sound. un-
less you want to get thisl" and the
metal was pressed a little harder to
her forehead. "I am going TO get out
OF this room quietly, and I'm going
right now. II you make any noise for
the next FIVE minutes, I'll blow your
head offl"
The cold pressure was removed
from her forehead, and the burglar
moved about the room. The thick
carpet and doubtless the felt soles on
the mans feet as auxiliaries, made his
steps soundless He went from her
dressing table to a writing desk, light
ing each in turn with vivid circle
OF rays from an electric pocket torch,
but holding the Illuminating device.
always in such position that no faint
est CLEAN fell upon himself. Not for
a moment. however, did he slacken
his alertness sufficiently for Mrs. Del
aroche to have good chance to get
to the inner room. He pretended to
search thoroughly several places
where money or Jewels might be,
kept, but, even to woman of her
slow wit, II was apparent he did so
in half-hearted way. Mlllicent felt
assured the man knew Just what he
had taken from beneath her pillow,
and that he was satisfied with II. He
showed that to be true when he gave
up the pretended search without so
much as trying the handle of small
safe in a far corner of the room. Re
turning to the bedside, he renewed his
warning, throwing so much savage
meaning into his words that Mrs. Del
aroche was certain there was no pre-
tense about that.
Then he walked to the door giving
on the corridor, turned the handle
cautiously, thrust his head through
second opening, and looked up and
down the hall. Evidently reassured,
he opened the door. stepped outside,
and closed II swiftly and silently.
There was not a sound to indicate
whether he had gone along the corri-
dor, or still stood just outside the
ing intently in the hope of hearing his
footsteps, but she listened yainly She
waited perhaps minute, for she had
no desire to hazard a shot from that
terrible thing the burglar had pressed
against her brow. Then her courage
ooZed back and she bounded to the
floor, screaming with all her might,
pausing only long enough to snatch
a peignoir and throw It about her
shoulders ere she pulled open the out.
er door of her suite and sent her
shrieks shrilling down the long hall.
Her cries, for she was magni1cently
constructed animal of most expansive
lung power, not only echoed far along
the corridor, but penetrated even the
sound-proof doors of the other apart
ments. The disturbance she made
was alarmingly novel to the exclusive
calm Of the Hotel Renaissance. Doors
were flung open. heads popped out,
and a dozen inquiries were flung at
her from as many parts Of the hall;
but Mrs. Delaroche had exhausted her
conference in framing that one pur-
pose of screaming with all her might
until some man of action should speed
to her assistance. She did not waste
any strength In articulation. She sim
ply screamed, and so eloquent were
her shrieks that although she uttered
no concrete word, only a few of them
we're needed to tell the more intelll-
gent of her auditors that she had been
robbed, and that what she had lost
was of priceless value to her.
Before the fusllade of her cries
died away In a scattering fire OF
gasping sobs, half a dozen pajamaed
specters were racing down the corri-
dor in the direction they deemed the
burglar had taken. What account
they would have given OF themselves
had they come up with the fugitive is
conjectural. They were spared the
disagreeable necessity OF submitting
their courage to that test, for as the
burglar turned a corner OF the hall
many yards in advance OF his pursu-
ers, he was tripped by foot adroitly
interpolated in his path. and when he
recovered his breath after a jarrIng
fall, II was TO find two men OF sturdy
build sitting upon him as composedly
as II nature had planned him for a
conversation chair. The pistol he had
carried in his hands throughout the
pursuit was snatched from his grasp,
and although he struggled furiously,
his arms were dragged behind his
back and handouts were snapped
upon his wrists. Then he was dragged
to his feet by four insistent arms and
inpelled with much yigor along the
hallway in the reverse direction to
that which he had followed
Unmistakable was the rejoicing of
the paiama squad at the sight of his
captivity. Undeniably heroic was its
surge toward him. Faces grim with
postscript bravery were thrust into
the prisoners, and voices raging from
mockery to Indignation bombarded
him with questions. All OF which the
prisoner met with sullen silence and
with looks that made the squad re.
treat pace or two In spite of the
firmness with which his captors held
him. Mrs. Delaroche's fading screans
guided the little group to her apart.
ment where the hands OF ministering