The Detroit times., 1914-11-16

4 police authorities. II was recog-
nized fact that the local police fo.ce
wanted the newspaper glory which
would attend the crushing Of the
Black Hundred. IL would be an ex-
plot. But their glory was nil; nor
did Servan take his trio back with
him to Russia.
Many strange things happened that
night. the night Of the fnal adven-
ture.
Florence sat in her room reading.
The book was oliver Twist not the
ipleasantest sort OF book TO read under
the existing circumstances. Several
| times-she had reached the place
where Fagin overheard Nancy's con.
lfession-she fancied she heard doors
closing softly, but credited IL TO her
imagination. Poor Nancy, who want
ed to be good but did not find time
to be! Florence possessed habit
familiar to most OF US; the need of
apples or candy when we are reading
So she rang the bell for her maid,
intending to ask her TO bring up
some apples. She turned to her read
ing, presently to break OF and strike
the bell again. Where was that maid?
She waited perhaps Ave minutes. then
laid down the book and began to In.
vesigate.
There was not a servant TO be
found In the entire house! What in
the world could that mean? Used
as she was to heartrending suspenses,
she was none the less terrified. Some
thing had taken the servants from
the house. From whence was the
danger to come this time. Where
was Jones? Why did he not return
as he had promised? 1t was long
| past the hour when he said he would
/ be back.
She went into the library and
! picked up the telephone. She was
1 told that Mr. Norton was out on an
assignment, but that he would be no
tilted the moment he returned. She
opened a drawer in the desk. She
touched the automatic but did mot
take 1t up. She left the drawer
open, however
| Earlier, at the newspaper office
that night. Jim went into the manag.
ing editors office and laid bulky
manuscript on that gentleman's desk.
rs this it?'
at Is" said Jim.
You have captured them?"
No; but there is a net about them
from which not one shall escape.
There's the story Of my adventures,
OF the adventures of Miss Hargreave
and the butler, Jones. You'll find 1t
exciting reading. You might Just as
well send II up to the composing
room. At midnight I'll telephone the
Introduction. It's a scoop. Don't
worry about that"
The editor rified the pages.
"A hundred and twelve pages, 800
words to the page; man, It's a novel;
It'll read like one"
| Sit down for a moment and let
me skim through the first story.
| At the end OF 10 minutes the editor
drawer and took out two envelopes
The blue one he tore up and dropped
into the waste basket. Norton under
to discharge him IL he fell down. The
other envelope was fat one.
| open It." said the editor, smiling
q little himself.
This envelope contained q check for
Il $NsOVVs tWO TOunu-tTfp uTsp-CldSS tlck-
cts to Liverpool, together with innum-
cradle continental tickets such as are
issued to tourists.
! why two?' asked Jim innocently.
| Forget 1t, my boy, forget It. You
ought to know that in this ..ce we
don't employ blind men. The whole
stan Is on. There you are, a fat
check and three months vacation. Go
and get married; and IL you return
before the three months are up III
fire you myself on general principles. .
Jim laughed happily and the two
men shook hands. Then Jim went
forth to complete the big assign
ment. Five minutes later Florence
called him up to learn that he had
| gone.
! What should she do? Jones had
told her to stay in the house and not
to leave It. But where was he? Why
did he not come? What was the
meaning Of this desertion by the
servants. She wandered about aim.
lessly, looking out OF windows, imag.
lining forms In the shadows. Her i'm.
agination had not deceived her; she
had heard doors close softly.
. Susan. Susan she murmured: