The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1914-07-04
tcepyr'sa. isi. BY Harold MaecrssA
CHAPTER ~.
The Masters Man

vroon faced Hargreaye's butler
somberly. The one reason why
Braine made this man his iieuten-
ant was because yroon always fol-
lowed the letter of his Instructions
TO the final period; se never side
stepped or added any frills or In
novations OF his own, and because
Of this very automatism he rarely
Numbered into trap. II he failed.
Il was for the simple fact that the
master mind had overlooked some
essential detail. The Organization
Of the Black Hundred was almost
totally unknown 10 either the pub
lie or the police. IL Is only when
you fail that you are found out.
The patrolman has been trussed
up Ike you" began vroon. III they
find him they win probably find
you. But before that you win grow
thirsty and hungry. Where did
your master put that money!"
He carried Il with him"
why don't you call for helpg"
THE houses on either side are
too far away. I might yell till
doomsday without being heard.
They will have heard the pistol
shots; but Mr.. Hargreave was al.
ways 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.
fsXnrr l.
Jones chin sank upon his breast
His heart was heavy, heavier than
1t had ever been before.
Your master left will"
Indeed, 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"
Il know nothing about hi.
finances. was his butler and
valet"
vroon nodded. Come. men; II (.
time we took ourselves off Put
things In order; close the safe. Yor
poor jackals. | always have to watcl
you Tor outbreaks OF vandalism. OF
with you,s
He was the last to leave II,
stared long and searchingiy al
Jones. who felt the burning Raz.
but refused to meet IL. lest the plot
ter see the fire In his. The dooi
closed. For fully an hour Joue,
listened but did not stir. The,
were really gone. He pressed hi,
feet to the floor and began 20 hitel
the chair toward the table. Half
way across the intervening gpac.
ne crumpled In the chair. almos
completely exhausted. He let +;
quarter Of an hour pass, then mad.
the final attack upon the remalnin,
distance. He succeeded In reachIn,
the desk. but he could not have stIr
red an inch farther. The hair q,
his head was damp with sweat an,
MS hands were clammy.
When he felt strength returning
ne iifted the telephone off the hool
with his teeth.
Central, Central Call the poIIc,
70 come to this number AT once
Hargreave's house. Riverdale. Tel
them to break in"
Where's your gag?"
There wasn't any"
Then why didn't you yell 70
heip?"
THE thieves lured our neighbor
away from town. The patroImal
who walks this beat is bound an,
gagged and is probably reposinl
back OF the billboard in the mex
block"
Murphy. you watch this ma
while ] make a call on the neigh
bors," said the officer who SCENE,
To be In authority When he re
turned he was frowning seriously
Wed better telephone TO the prt
clnct TO search for Dennisor
There's nobody at home. in elthe
house and there's nobody back O
tho billboards. Unite the man.
When this was done, the office
said: Now, tell US what's har
pened; and don't forget any OF tn
details"
Jones told simple and conyint
Ing story; It. was so simple an.
convincing that the police believe
1t without question.
We'll. II that amt the limit, Di
you hear any autos outsider"
II don't recollect," said Jones
stretching his legs gratefully
WHY"
The auto bandits held m
bank messenger today and 10
away with twenty thousand Wher
ever a man draws down a big qnr
they seem 70 know about II. An