Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-11-13
CHAPTER IL.
The Masters a

The Masters Man.
vroon faced Harg-eave's butler SOM
beriy- The m reaso why Braine
made this man his lieutenant was be-
cause Vroon always followed the let
ter Of his instructions to the final pc
Rod: he never sidestepped or added
any frills or innovations of his own
and because of this very automatism
he rarely blundered into a trap. If
he tailed it was for the simple fact
that the master mind had overlooked
some essential detail. The ~organiza-
ton of the Black Hundred was almost
totally unknown to either the public
or the police. 1t is only when you fail
that you are found out.
The patrolman haze been trussed UP
like you" began Vroon. IF they find
him they viii probably find you. But
before that you will grow thirsty and
hungry. Where did your master put
that money!"
He carried 1t with him"
Why didn't you call for help?'
The houses on either side are too
far away. I might yell till doomsday
without being heard. They win have
heard the pistol shots; but Mr.. Har-
greaves was always practicing in the
backyard"
The people in those two houses
have been called out of town. The
servants are off for the night"
Very interesting" replied Jones,
staring at the rug.
Your master is dead"
Jones' chin sank upon his breast.
His heart was heavy, heavier than it
had ever been before.
Your master left a will?"
Indeed, I could not say
We can say, He has still three or
four millions in stocks and bonds.
What he took to the bottom OF the sea
with him was his available cash"
II know nothing about his finances.
] was his butler and valet
yroon nodded. Come, men; it is
time we took ourselves of. Put things
in order; close the safe. You poor
iackals, / always have to watch you
for outbreaks OF vandalism. OF with
you'll"
He was the last to leave. He stared
long and searchingly at Jones, who
felt the burning gaze but refused to
meet it lest the plotter see the fire in
his, The door closed. For fully an
hour Jones listened but did not stir.
They were really gone. He pressed
his feet to the floor and began to hitch
the chair toward the table. Half way
across the intervening space he crum-
pied in the chair, almost completely
exhausted. He let a quarter of an
hour pass, then made the final attack
pon the remaining distance. He sue
ceeded in reaching the desk, but he
could not have stirred an inch farther.
The hair on his head was damp with
sweat and his hands were clammy.
When he felt strength returning he
lifted the telephone off the hook with
his teeth.
Central, central, Call the police
to come to this number at once; Har
greave's house, Riverdale. Tell them
Z to break in"
After what seemed an age If wait
ing to the exhausted prisoner, with
crashing and smashing Of doors, the
police appeared in the room.
Where's your gag?" demanded the
first officer to reach Jones side.
There wasn't any"
Then why didn't you yell for help?'
The thieves lured our neighbors
away from town. The patrolman who
walks this beat is bound and gagged
and is probably reposing back of ths
billboard in the next block
Murphy. o watch this man while
| make a call on the neighbors,' sale
the officer who seemed to be in au
ithority. When he returned he wa,
frowning seriously. Wed better tele
phone to the precinct to search fot
Dennison. There's nobody at home II
either house and there's nobody bacl
OF the billboards. Unite the man.
When this was done, the officer said
Now, tell US what's happened; an,
don't forget any of the details"
Jones told a simple and convincinI
story; it was so simple and convins
ing that the police believed it withou
question.
We'll, If that amt the limit! Di
you hear any autos outside"
Il don't recollect," said Jones