The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-08-17
at the planned moment. and az result
gives Norton back his ring.
(Ce.ti.sea from Thur.day.)
CHAPTER TX.

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CHAPTER TX.
The Leap In the Dark.
SO far as Jones was concerned, he
was rather pleased with the turn OF
affairs. This was no time for love
making; no time for silly, innocuous
quarrels and chickering's, In which love
must indulge or die. Florence no
longer rode horseback, and Norton re-
turned TO his accustomed haunts.
where no one made the slightest at
tempt upon his life. In his present
state OF mind he would have welcom-
ed II.
What's the matter with JIM" ask
ed the night city editor raising his
eye shade.
Il don't know" answered the copy
reader.
Goes around as II he'd been eating
dope: bumped into the boss q while
ago and never stopped TO apologize"
Perhaps he's mapping out the front
page for that Hargreave stun" laugh
ed the copy reader. Between you and
me and the gate post, don't believe
there ever was man by the name of
Hargreave."
20. there was chap by that name.
all right He's dead. A man can't
swim 800 miles in rough water. life
buoy or not. They ought to have
funeral services. and let II 60 at that
But what was the reason for that
fake cable from Gibraltar saying that
Orts was alive? don't see any sense
In that"
The man who pulled It or did.
think, for my part. that both Orts and
Eargreaye are dead. and that the man
picked mp by the tramp steamer Orient
Was riding some other balloon"
You're wrong there The descrip-
ton OF 1t proved that II was Orts' ma
chine. O, Jim probably has got a
mans size yarn up his sleeve. but he's
q long time In delivering the goods.
He's beginning 70 NOPE good deal.
Woman back OF II somewhere. Haven't
held down this copy Job for twelve
wears without being able to make some
tolerable guesses. Jim's q star man.
When he gets started nothing can
stop him. He covered the Chinese
Boxer rebellion better than any other
correspondent there. wonder how
old he is?"
20. ! should say about thirty-one or
two. Here he comes now. To, JIM"
Hello. Where's Ford? He gave
me ticket to the theater tonight. and
i want to punch his head. What's
drama coming to, anyhow? Cigarettes
ard booze and mismated couples. Can't
they find good enough things out OF
doors? o, know. They cater to a
lot OF fools who believe that what they
see Is an expression Of high life In
New York and London. And it's rot,
plfin rot. It's merely the scum on the
boiling pot. And any old housewife
would skim 1t of and chuck It into the
Stops. Life? Piffle!"
Whats the grouchY"
Looking for the dramatic job?"
NO. I've just been wondering how
far these theatrical managers can 60
without Sitting the golden goose"
Norton sought his desk and began
rtmmaging the drawers. He was not
hunting for anything; he was merely
passing away the time. BY and by,
when the pastime no longer served.
he pulled his chair over to the window
and sat down, staring at stars such as
Copernicus never dreamed OF. Ships
bSihS uuWn 70 Sea, IeTTl68 SWOOpInS
diagonally hither and thither, the
clockwork signs; but he took no note
OF these marvels Of light.
mot at home!" he muttered.
He had called. written. telephoned.
No use. The door remained shut,
Jones answered the telephone. and tho
letters came back He began to think
very deeply concerning the Perigoff
woman. Had she played trick? Had
that fatn.ing spell been buncombe for
his beneit as well as Florence's? But
he had not shadow OF proof. The
thing that puzzled him equally with
this was that all attempts against his
life had miraculously ceased no safes
Numbered down In front of him, and
no autos tired to carve him in two.
The only thing that kept him active
was the daily call OF Jones by WIRE
Miss Florence was well; that was ell
Jones was permitted to say.
Restlessly Norton spurned his chair
and walked over to the telephone
booth. II was midnight. He might or
might not be able to get Jones. But