The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1914-11-27

Seven. A ralluTe, mlnd y0a, will
prove unhealthy to all concerned"
with a menace which made the four
stir uneasily.~
The telephone rang. Braine reached
for the receiver.
"A man just entered the Hargreave
house at the rear. Come at once"
was the message.
is your car outsider" Braine asked.
I'VE are never without it,
Then let US be off. No one will
stop US for speeding on a side street"
Fourteen minutes by the clock
brought the car to a stand at the curb
few houses below the Hargreave
home. The men got out The watch
er ran up.
He is still inside" he whispered.
Good! Spread out. If anyone
leaves that house, catch him. If he
runs too fast, shoot. We can beat
the police"
The man obeyed, and the watcher
ran back to his post. He was des-
perately hoping the affair would ter
inmate tonight. He was growing
weary Of this eternal vigilance; and it
was only his fear of the man known
as the boss that kept him at his post.
He wanted night to carouse in, to
be with the boys.
The man for whom they were lying
in wait was seen presently to creep
cautiously round the side Of the house.
He Rugged a corner and paused. They
could see the dim outline of his body.
The light in the street back of the
grounds almost made silhouette Of
him. BY and by, as if assured that
the coast was clear, he stole down to
the street.
Halt"
Instantly the prow.er took to his
heels. Two shots rang out. The man
was seen to stop. stagger, and then go
on desperately.
Hes hit"
By the time the men reached the
corner they heard the rumble of a
motor. One dashed back to the car
they had left standing at the curb. He
made quick work of the job, but he
was not quick enough. Still, they gave
chase. They saw the car turn toward
the city. But, unfortunately for the
success of the chase, several automo-
biles passed, going into town and leav-
ing it. Checkmate.
Braine was keen enough tonight.
He is hit; whether badly or not re-
mains to be seen. We can find that
out. Drive to the nearest drug store
and get list of hospitals. It's a ten
to one shot that we land him some
where among the hospitals"
But they searched the hospitals in
vain. None of them had that night re-
ceived a shooting case, nor had they
heard one reported. The man had
been Enthusiastically hit. He would not
have dared risk the loss of time for
bit of play-acting. Evidently he had
kept his head and sought his lodgings
To call up doctors would be utter
folly; for it would take a week for a
thorough combing. This was the Sec
ond time the man had got away.
Perhaps I'm to blame" admitted
Braine. Il should have advised Miles
to stalk him and pot him if he got the
chance. There's a master mind work
ing somewhere back Of all this, and it's
time / woke up to the fact. But YOU"
turning to the auto bandits, you men
inC
that, you have been given a free rein.
See that you make good, or by the
Lord Harry! I'll break the four of you
like pipestems."
I'VE haven't had failure yet" spoke
up one of the men, more courageous
than his companions.
you are not holding up bank mes
senger this trip. Remember that.
Drive me as far as Columbus circle.
Leave me on the side street, between
the lights, so can take off this mask"
Later Braine sauntered into Pabst
and ordered light supper. This
nights work, more than anything else,
brought home to him the fact that his
luck was changing. For years he had
proceeded with his shady occupations
without encountering any memorable
failure. He moved in the high world,
quite unsupported. He had written
books, given lectures, been made lion
of, all the while laughing in his sleeve
at the gullibility of human nature. But
within the last two weeks he had re-
ceived serious checks. From now on
he must move with the utmost caution.
Some one was playing his own game,
waging warfare unseen. A battle of
wits? So be it; but Braine intended
to play with rough wits, and he wasn't
going to care which way the sword
cut.
He hated Stanley Hargreave with all
the hatred of his soul; the hatred of a
man baked in love. And the man was
alive, defying him; alive somewhere
in this city this very night, with bull
let under his skin.
"Is everything satisfactory, sir?" he
heard the head waiter say.
Satisfactory" Braine repeated
blankly.
Yes, sir. You struck the table as
though displeased."
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