White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-12-06

Two men vent AWAY IN that bal
loon; and III wager my head thai
one man anne back. am beginning
to put a few things together that
have not thought of before. Who
knows? That balloon may have
been carried out to sea purposely
The captain on that tramp steamer
may have lied from beginning to end
| tell you, Hargreave Is alive, and
wherever he is he has his hand on
all the wires. He has agents, too. OF
whom we know nothing about. Hang
the million! ! want to put my
hands on H%argreave just to prove
that am the better man. He COM
municates with Jones, perhaps,
through the reporter; he has had
me followed; 1t was he who changed
the boxes. bored the hole in the cell
Ing of the other quarters, and learn
ed Heavens knows what"
IF that's the case" said vroon,
why hasn't he had us apprehend-
ed?"
Braine laughed heartily. Haven't
you been able to see by this
time what his game is? evenge.
He does not want the police
TO NEEDLE only in the smaller
affairs He uaufo - do mn NTH
US n by one; he wan TO put ter
ror into the hearts of all OF
us. Keep this point in your mind
when you act. He'll never summon
the police unless we make a broad
daylight attempt to get possession
of his daughter. And even then he
would make it out a plain case of
KIDNAPPING. Elimination. that's the
word. All right. Well play at tibet
game ourselves. No. l shall be Mr..
Norton. And If you fail I'll break
you." Braine added to the ex-re-
porter.
I'll get him. said the man sui
lenly.
Later. when he applied for a stu
alton on the Blade. it happened that
there yer two strikes Oh hand. and
two or three extra men were needed
on the city staff. The man from the
Black Hundred was given a tempo
rary job and went by the name of
Gregg.
For three days he worked faithfully,
a%bstaining from his favorite tipple.
He had never worked in New York,
so his record was unknown. He had
told the city editor that he had work
ed on a Chicago paper. now defunct.
He paid no attention whatsoever
to Norton, a sign of no little acumen.
On the other hand Norton never
went forth on an assignment that
Gregg did not know exactly where he
was going. But all these stories
kept Norton in town; and 1t would
be altogether too risky to attempt to
handle him anywhere but outside of
town. So Gregg had to abide his
time.
II came soon enough.
Norton was idling at his desk when
the city editor called him up to the
wicket.
Gen. Henderson has just return
ed to America. Get his opinion on
the latest aBlkan rumpus. He's out
at his suburban home. Here's the
address,"
How long will you hold open for
me?" asked Norton, meaning how
long would the city editor walt for
the story.
It'll one-thirty. You ought to be
back by midnight. It's only 8 now
All right; Henderson's approach
able. may get a good story put of
him."
Maybe" thought Gregg. who had
lost nothing of this conversation.
It raj his opportunity. He i'm
mediately left the zone of the city
desk for a telephone booth. But as
he passed the line of desks and busy
reporters he did not note the keen
scrutiny of a smooth faced, gray
haired nan who stood at the side of
Norton's desk awaiting the reporters
return.
why. JONES' cried the surprised
Norton. What are you doing all
this way from homer"
Orders" said Jones. smiling
family as he delivered a note to the
reporter.
Anything serious?"
Not that | am aware of. Miss
Florence was rather particular. She
wanted to be sure that the note
reached your hands safely"
And do you mean to say that you