The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-08-15

let anybody escape? Presently she would be-
come normal, and then she would tell him.
81 found the lying note. You dropped it."
Horrible, horrible ~ she said almost in
Nudibly.
what did they do to you?"
"He said he was my father. . He
put his arms around me. And I
knew!"
"Knew what?"
THAT he lied. l can't explain"
Don't try!"
Suddenly she laid her head against the
buffers shoulder and cried. 1t was terrible
to hear youth weep in this fashion. Jones
put his arm about her, patted her, and tried
to console her.
Horrible !" she murmured between the
violent hiccoughs. 81 was wrong, wrong!
Forgive me-!
Internationally the arm sustaining her drew
her closer.
Never mind" he consoled. "Tell no one
what has happened. Go about as usual. Don't
let even Susan know. Whatever your poor
father did was for your sake. He wanted
you to be happy, without a care in the world.
"1~promise." And gradually the sobs ceased.
But I feel so old, Jones, so very old. I
threw over the lamp. I threw a chair through
the window. They thought that it was I who
had jumped out. That gave me the neces-
sary time. I don't understand how l did it.
I wasn't frightened at all till 1 gained the
street"
They found Susan still seated in the chair,
the automatic in her lap. She had not moved
in all this time!
Braine paced the apartment of the Princess
Perigof. From the living room to the boudoir
and back, fully twenty times. From the divan
Olga watched him nervously. He was like a
tiger, fresh in captivity. All at once he paused
in front of her.
:"Do you realize what that mere chit did?"
"I do
"Planned to the minute. We had her;
seven of us; doors locked, and all that. No
weeping, no wailingj I could not understand
then, but I do now. It's in the blood. Har-
greave was as peaceful as a st. Bernard dog,
till you cornered him, and then he was a
lion. o, the devil! Slipped out of my fingers
like an eel. And across the street, Jones in
q racer! I never paid any particular at
tention to Jones, but from now on I shall.
The girl may or may not know where the
money is. but Jones does, Jones does! Two
men shall watch. FELTON, on the street and
Orloff from the. windows of the deserted house.
With opera glasses he will be able to take note
Of all that happens in the house during the
day. He will be able to see the girls room.
And that's the important point. 1t was a
good plan, little woman and it would have
been plain sailing if only We had remembered
that the girl was Hargreave's daughter. Be
very careful hereafter when you call on her.
A night like this will have made her sus-
picious of every one. Our hope lies with you.
Anything on your mind?"
"Yes. Why not insert a personal in the
Herald?" She drew soma writing paper to-
ward her and scrubbed a few words.
He read " Florence-the hiding place is
discovered. Remove 1t to a more secret spot
at once. s. H."--He laughed and shook his
head. "I'm afraid that will never do"
Ii she reads it, Jones will. The man with
the opera glasses may see something. There's
. chance Jones might become worried"
We'll, wen give it a chance
It was midnight when he made his depar-
ture. As he stepped into the street. he
glanced about cautiously. On the corner he
saw q policeman swinging his night stick.
Otherwise the street was deserted. Braine
proceeded ~jauntily down the street.
And vet, from the darkened doors Of the
house across the way, the figure Of q man
emerged and stood contemplating the win
dows Of the Perigof apartment. Suddenly
tho lights went out, The watcher made no
effort to follow Braine. The knowledge he
was after did not necessitate any such pro-
cedure.
OF course, Florence read the personal"
She took the newspaper at once to Jones,
who smiled grizzly.