Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-07-08

Mr.. Jones, 1 have known your mas
ter several years. as you will recol-
lect. There never was a woman in
this house, not even among the SER
wants. There are two in the other
room. Who are they? And what are
they doing here?"
Jones shook his head.
well, l can easily find out"
Jones barred his path, and for the
first time Norton gazed into the eyes
of the man servant. They we're as
hard as gun metal.
MY dear Mr.. Jones, you ought to
know that sooner or later we report
ers find out what we seek.
Jones appeared to reflect. "Mr.
Norton, you claim to be a friend of
Mr.. Hargreave."
ST do not claim; / am. More than
that | do not believe he is dead. He
was deep. He had some relentless
enemies. I don't know wherefrom or
what kind--and he is pretending he's
dead till this blows over and is for
gotten
"You are not going to say that in
your newspaper" Jones was visibly
agitated.
s'Not till l can prove it,.
.If / tell you who those young
ladies' are, will you give me your
word of honor not to write about
them till I give my permission"
Norton, having in mind the big
| tangle, agreed
"The elder is teacher from a
private school; the other is Stanley
Hargreave's daughter"
Good Lord!" gasped the astonished
reporter. HE never mentioned the
fact to me, and we've been together
in some tight places"
HE never mentioned it to any one
but me- Jones again seemed to re-
fleet. At last he raised his glance to
the reporter. Are you willing to
wait for a great story, the real
story"
"If there is one" answered Norton
with his usual caution.
ION my word of honor, you shall
have such a story as you never
dreamt of, if you will promise not to
divulge it till the appointed time"
II agree"
THE peace and happiness of that
child depend upon how you keep your
word"
That was sufficient for Norton.
Your master knew me- He knew
also that / am not a man who prom
ises lightly. Now introduce me to
the daughter"
With plain reluctance Jones went
about the affair. Norton put a dozen
perfunctory questions to the girl.
What he was in search of was not
news, but the sound of her voice.
In that quarter of an hour he felt his
heart disturbed as it had never be-
fore been disturbed.
Now, Mr.. Norton" said Jones
IL (. - a..
follow me?"
Norton was led to Jones's bedroom.
The butler-valet closed the door and
drew the window shade. Always
seeking shadows. This did not inn
press the reporter at the time: he
had no other thought but the story.
Jones then sat down beside the re-
porter and talked in an undertone.
When he had done he took Norton
by the elbow and gently but forcibly
led him down to the front door and
ushered him forth. Norton jumped
into his taxicab and returned to his
rooms, which were at the top OF the
huge apartment hotel He immedi-
ately called up his managing editor.
Hello! This is Norton. Put Grit
fin on the Hargreave yarn. I'm off on
another deal"
But Hargreave was q friend of
YOURS" protested the managing edi-
81 know it. But you know me well
enough. Mr.. Blair. should not ask
the transfer il 1t was not vitality inn
portant."
20, very WE'LL
I'VE sha'n't be scooped."
IF you can promise that, I don't
care who works on the job. Will you
be in the office tonight"
IF nothing prevents me-"
well, good-by'
Norton filed his pipe, drew his
chair to the window, and stared at
the great liner going down to sea.
Lord, Lord!' he murmured. Then
he smiled and chuckled. Some bright
morning he would have all New York
by the ears, the police running round
in circles. and the chiefs of the rival
sheets tearing their hair. What a
storyi Four columns on the first
page, and two whole pages Sunday
And all of sudden he ceased
to smile and chuclSle.
In the living room of the Princess
Olga Perigoff's apartment the mis-
tress lay reading on the divan. There
was no cigarette between her we'll
shaped lips, for she was not the ac-
cepted type of adventures. In fact,
she was not an adventures; she was
really the Princess Perigoff. Her
maiden name had been Olga Pushkin;
but more of that later.
When Braine came in he found her
dreaming with half-closed eyes. He
fiourished an evening newspaper
''Olga, even the best of us make
mistakes Here, just glance over
this
The Russian accepted the news
paper and read the heading indicat-
ed: "Aeronaut picked up far out at
sea. Slips ashore from tramp steam
err Had five thousand in cash in his
pockets
'Hargreave escaped"