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

y The Masters lar w
vroon faced Harg-eave's butler SOM
berly. The one reason 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 s~idestepped or added
any friIls or innovations Of his own
and because of this very automatism
he rarely Numbered into a trap. If
he failed 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 0 fail
that you are found out.
s.The patrolman has been trussed up
like you" began vroon. IF they find
him they will 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 help2'
The houses on either side are too
far away. | 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, l 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"
4 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, l always have to watch you
for outbreaks Of vandalism. OF with
youi"
He vas the last to. leave. He stared
long and searchingly at Jones, who
felt the burning gaze but refused tc
meet 1t 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
upon 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 Will
sweat and his hands were clammy.
When he felt strength returning he
lifted the telephone off the hook witt
his teeth.
Central, central, Call the police
to come to this number at once; Har
~greaye's house, Riverdale. Tell then
Z to break in
After what seemed an age of wait
ipg to the exhausted prisoner. witt
crashing and smashing of doors, the
police appeared in the room.
Where's your gag?" demanded tbs
first officer to reach Jones side.
There wasn't any"
Then why didn't you yell for help?
The thieves lured our neighbour
away from town. The patrolman VIII,
walks this beat is bound and gage,
and is probably reposing back of tn
billboard in the next block
Murphy. you watch this mar Will
| make a call on the neighbors.' sal,
the officer who seemed to be in at
fthority. When he returned he wa
frowning seriously. Wed better telt
: phone to the precinct to search 70
Dennison. There's nobody at home |
either house and there's nobody bac
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 convincin
story; it was so simple and convin'
ing that the police believed it witho,
question.
well. If that amt the limit! Di
you hear any autos outsider"
II don't recollect," said Jone