The Washington herald., 1912-01-14

was a powerful youngster, and an ath-
lets In good training. but In that bear
like clutch he was like q child. Solano
rushed to the assistance OF his captured
| friend; the baron showed him away with
the open palm OF his disengRged hand,
and once more that hoarse yell Of "Bo-
lice. Bolice!" rang out upon the morn
ing air.
A whistle blew in the distance, and
there came the gathering sound Of heavy
feet coming upon the rapid run. A stall
wart oficer rushed up, took in the ap-
! parent situation at a glance, and laid
OBTAINING hand on Brockett's shoulder.
Whats the trouble sir?" the police
man queried.
wy" answered Baron Zollern, dis
young man attempted to rob me. He
| und he snatched a bocketbook from out
my coat. See. here II issr'
The baron's hand shot lightning fast into
Brockett's inside pocket, and emerged
| clutching a small. thin wallet Baron
Zollern was not only a Hercules and an
able general, but something OF a master
in the art of legerdemain-
"Dere iss my bocketbook. officer. Und.
II vas not mistaken, he has also taken
from me some bapers-an envelope, vich
contains documents of much inheritance.
VIII you hold him, und lok oudt for his
| frent. vile I recover my bapersT
Solano was already moving forward,
with a vague notion Of an attack upon
| the policeman, when there was another
clatter of feet from the rear. A second
policeman was coming up. Hating
about twenty feet way, this oficer took
stock Of the conditions and, grinning
| cheerfully, awaited the call Of his part
ner.
Brockett had to do the fastest thinking
Of his life. An explanation to the po-
| licemen-who seemed a jealous but par
| ucularly thick-headed pair-would be
worse than useless. They would simply
arrest the boys and, undoubtedly, per-
NIT the baron to go upon his way with
whatever plunder he could find upon his
captives. The baron's searching hand
was again thrusting eagerly into his In
side coat pocket-which, as ii chRnced,
contained nothing but few letters and
wholly worthless objects. He would find
nothing there, but his search, aided by
the policeman at his side, would be
thorough one.
TN give You your papers, sir" spoke
UP the prisoner. ''Win you let me or II
l hand them over?'
The baron smiled benevulently 'T
fear dot I would be gombounding a fell
ony," he pUrred. Still, I would be easy
NIT you If de case efer game to a driaL
We're iss my bapers?"
Brockett began fumbIing in his waist
coat. Baron Zollern, smiling broadly.
stood by with extended hand, and the
officer dropped his paw from the cap
tive's shoulder. Brockett delved through
his vest pockets for a moment brought
up his empty hand, and then, with the
speed of pouncing leopard, flung him
self 70 his knees, seized Baron ZoIlern's
ankles, and pulled savagely.
The huge German, with a roar OF sur
prise and helpless rage, .toppled back
ward, landing on the base OF his spine
with a crash that fairly shook the street
Brockett, regaining his. feet at once,
made a half turn, and darted on, while
the astounded policeman, making one
wild clutch in the air, managed to catch
his toe against the PROSTATE form of the
baron and fell heavily upon him. The
grunt with which the baron hailed the
advent Of the officer upon his stomach
was a fitting and-climax to the thud OF
his earlier fall
Solano dashed after his friend, but the
second policeman sprang eagerly to in