Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1913-08-28

6ldPu. Lueu ue 4dSleIleu the lCCe DOX
securely in the angle of the window
frame in the corner where it came out
several inches from the wall. Only a
search with the foreknowledge that
the little betrayer was somewhere in
the Dor could possibly nave unearth-
! ed it.
When he had finished Kayton walk
ed out into the middle of the room,
and Manning again thrust his head
out of the window.
IF you get this" said the chief in q
low voice, "wave out your window"
A moment later Manning drew back.
Its all right. governor" he said.
'They're waving"
At this moment a cat in the dark
regions somewhere outside the house
walled p%laintively.
Here they come, governor" said
Manning, and he started to close the
window. but Kayton stopped him.
"You hustle right back to the other
house by the roof" he ordered, "and
get on the photograph. Don't leave it
for a second until you get my ORDERS"
"All right. governor" nodded the
young man. and the next instant the
darkness Of the fire escape had swat
lowed him up.
aren't you going with him?' asked
the girl quickly, speaking for the first
time since their entrance into the
room.
I'm going to stay here with you"
was the quiet reply. Miss Mazuret
gasped and Kayton felt his pulses
quicken.
ooh. don't-don't." she protested in
real terror.
He smiled. 1--WE heard that befo"-
Steady as We're the great detectives
nerves the word was wiped off his lips.
and he started like a race horse as an
angry buzz burst just over his head.
"Oh! What's that?" gasped the girl,
both hands at her throat. Kayton
threw his light above the door and dis
covered the "buzzer."
"That's their warning" he explained
softly. fastening her toward the stairs.
They've got the front steps wired.
There's some one at the street door
now"
The girl hurried down distractedly.
"What shall we do?" she whispered.
Fright into your room" he ordered.
They were barely concealed from view
before the other four members of the
household came in the front door.
AS they passed the door Kayton
could hear them talking uneasily in
undertones and now and then catch a
word such as don't like it" and "all
the locks" and he smiled to himself.
He knew they were discussing Man.
ning's theft of the bag.
On the second floor the party broke
up and their voices died away. The
woman and the older Of the three men
went on to the attic. followed a min
ute later by the youngest member Of
the confederacy.
They were a strangely assorted trio.
The leader and brains of the c%onspira-
cy against the currency Of the land
was the strangest of the three. He
was a man of about fifty years, but
one terrible experience had taken the
stiffening out of his spine and the COL
or out of his face, though it had not
dimmed the hot fire of his dark eyes.
The other man was much younger.
fashily dressed in the extreme OF
masculine fashion. His face was fiat
and pasty. He was small boned and
undersized-anaemic, crafty, ratlike.
He chose to be known as Simeon
Gage. The older man was known to
the secret service and a number Of
municipal police bureaus as Friedrich
Kreisler. and with a certain heroism
Of crime he scorned an alias. He
calmly lit the gas while Mrs. Martin
drew the curtain. The younger man
stood in the middle of the room and
fdgeted.
doctor, we'll have to have all those
locks changed, don't you Think" he
inquired n%ervously in a high pitched
voice that was almost a whine. "We
might as we'll so to bed with the front
door open"
There was nothing in my bag to
show what house the keys were for"
Mrs. Martin reminded him quietly.
II know, Mrs. Martin. but I've been
uneasy lately-ever since that girl
came" he confessed. Il thought I was
being followed yesterday"
you're always being followed"
commented Kreisler. you must have
a bad conscience"
II think perhaps l am gettin' too
many cigarettes" admitted Mr.. Gage.
~ don't know. though, now. We must
be gettin' pretty easy if people can
come and pick our pockets. 1 don't
think we ought to have that girl here.
Some cheap divorce case detective will
be roundup us up next. Who is she,
anyway" be demanded suddenly,
turning N Mrs. Martin. II called up
Hurley and asked him about her.
Why doesn't he know anything about
herr"
II haven't had a chance to tell him
yet replied Mrs. Martin. Indifferent