Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-09-30
The MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY

| freighter was to be her prison
bound for where? Nearer and nearer
came the hydroplane. Was 1t for
| her?
1t was impossible for the men not
| to take notice of the barking of the
engines at last.
THE things heading for US"
vroon stared under his palm. II
was not credible that pursuit had
yonder man-bird he abruptly
changed the course of the launch.
The hydroplane veered its course TO
suit.
Florence heard her name called
! family. One of the men drew his
/ revolver, but Vroon knocked IL out
of his hand.
There's the police boat, you foolP'
/ "Jumpi" q voice called to Florence.
she flung herself into the water
without the slightest hesitation.
| All this came about something after
| this fashion. When Norton arrived
at the foot Of Corey street boatman
informed him that a young woman of
his description had gotten Into a fast
motor boat and had gone down the
river.
| was there any struggle?"
struggle? None that / could see.
| She didn't make no fuss about 60
| ing"
Have you launch7"
Eyes. but the other boat has half an
hours start, and I'd never catch her
| in a thousand years. But there's a
| hydroplane little above here. You
/ might interest the Teller that runs it,
"rhanksi"
] But the aviator would not listen.
"A life may hang In the balance,
mani" expostulated Norton, longing
to pummel the stubborn man.
what proof have / of that?"
Norton showed his card and badge.
20, seew jeered the aviator. "A
little newspaper stunt In which 1 am
to be the goat 1t can't be done, Mr..
Norton; it can't be done"
"a hundred dollarsi"
mot for FIVE hundred" and the
aviator callously turned away toward
the young woman with whom he had
been conversing prior to Norton'5 APP
proach. The two walked a dozen
yards away.
Norton had not served twelve years
as metropolitan newspaper man for
nothing. He approached the me-
chanics who were puttering about the
machine.
How about twenty apiece?' no be-
gan.
For what?" the men asked.
For sending that paddle around a
| few times"
Get up into that seat, but don't
| touch any of those levers" one of
| them warned Twenty Is twenty,
Jack, and the boss Is q sorehead To-
day anyhow. Give her a shove for
the fun of it.
1t was dumbfounded aviator who
Esaw his hydroplane skim the water
and a moment later sail into the air.
These swift moving days a reporter
of the first calibre Is supposed to be
able to run railroad engines. sub
marines, flying machines, conduct q
| fight, think, go without food like a
python, and live without water like
O. camel. Norton had flown many
times during the last four years. AT
| the moment he called out to Flor
ence to jump he dropped to the wa
| ter with all the skill Of an old timer
and took her aboard. And he could
not use a line of this exploit for his
| paper!
Jones heard the BELT 1t was the
agent from the Black Hundred. He
smiled jauntily.
well, old fox. we've cornered you
at last, haven't we? want that
money, or Hargreave's daughter
takes another sea voyage, and this
time she will not jump overheard.
A million, and no more nonsense"
"Give me fifteen minutes to de-
eide" begged Jones' hoping against
hope.
| Fifteen secondsi"
Then we cant DO business, What