The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1914-10-07

take a hand in. So the following night
he departed for Boston, from there to
New York. He proceeded at once to
the apartment of the princess, where
Braine declared that he himself would
go to the obscure village and claim
Florence as his own child. But to
insure absolute success they would
charter Morse's yacht and steam right
up into the primitive harbor.
When Vroon left the apartment Nor
ton saw him. He was a man of i'm
pulses, and he had found by expert
ence that first impulses are generally
the best. He did not know who Vroon
was. Any man who called on the
Princess Perigoff while Braine was
with her would be worth following.
On the other hand, Vroon recognized
the reporter instantly and with that
ever-ready and alert mind of his set
about to lure the young man into
trap out of which he might not easily
come.
Norton decided to follow his man.
He might be going on a wild-goose
chase, he reasoned; still his first i'm
pulses had hitherto served him we'll
He looked careworn. He was con-
WINGED that Florence was dead, despite
the assertions of Jones to the con-
trary. He had gone over all the mis-
haps which had taken place and he
was now absolutely convinced that his
whilom friend Braine and the Princess
Perigoff were directly concerned.
Florence had either been going to
or coming from the apartment. And
that memorable day of the abduction
the princess had been in the dry goods
shop.
Vroon took downtown surface car,
and Norton took the same. He sat
huddled in a corner, never suspecting
that Vroon was watching him from
corner of his eye. Norton was not
keen today. The thought of Florence
kept running through his head.
The car stopped and Vroon got off.
He led Norton winding course which
at length ended at the door of tene-
ment building. Vroon entered. Nor
ton paused. wondering what next to
do, now that his man had reached his
destination. Well, since he had fol-
lowed him all this distance he must
make an effort to find out who he was
and what he was going to do. eau
tiously he entered the hallway. AS
he was about to lay his hand on the
newell post of the dilapidated stairs
the floor dropped from under his feet
and he was precipitated into the cellar.
This tenement belonged to the
Black Hundred; it concealed thou
sand doors and hundred traps. Its
history was as dark as its Railways.
When Vroon and his companion,
who had been waiting for him, de-
scended into the cellar they found the
reporter insensible. They bound, blind
folded, and gagged him quickly.
Saunders" said Vroon, you tell
Corrigan that I've a sailor for him to-
night, and that want this sailor
booked for somewhere south of the
equator. Tell him to say to the mas
ter that this fellow is ugly and DISC
bedient A tramp freighter, whose
captain is bully. Do you understand
me?"
81 get you. But there's no need to
go to Corrigan this trip. Bannock is
in port and sails tonight for Norway.
That's far enough"
'Bannock? The very man. Well.
Mr.. Norton, reporter and amateur lie
tective, guess we've got you fast
enough this time. You may or may
not come back alive. Go and bring
around q taxi; some one you can
trust I'll dope the reporter while
you're gone.
Long hours afterward Norton
opened his aching eyes. He could hard
ly move and his head buzzed abomi-
nably What had happened? What |
was the meaning of this slow rise and |
fall of his bed? Shanghaied?
Come out o. that now. We skulk-
eri" reared voice down the COM
panionway.
"Shanghaied!" the reporter muir
INJURED. He sat up and. ran through |