The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1914-10-21

of the Office boys.
Mote fr you, sir"
Norton read it and tore it into little
pieces. Then he rose and distributed
the pieces in the several yawning
waste baskets which strewed the aisle
leading to the city desk.
"I'm not wanted for a~nything?" he
asked.
mo. Clear Quit" laughed the night
| city editor. THE sight Of you Is put
ting everybody in the gloom ward"
Norton went down to the street. At
the left Of the entrance he was quietly
Joined by a man whose arm was car
ried in a sling. He motioned Norton
to get into the taxicab. They were
dropped in a deserted spot in River
dale. On foot they went forward to
their destination, which proved to be
the deserted hangar Of the aviator,
| William Orts.
81 want you to tell Jones that a tug
and several divers are at work on the
spot where he threw the chest. That's
all. Now, doctor, rewind this arm Of
mine"
The amateur surgeon made a very
,, good job of it; not for nothing had he
| followed fighting armies to the front.
did they find anything?"
Not up to date. But We might If
we cared to. They have left a buoy
over the spot they're exploring. But
just now it floats a quarter of a
mile to the east of the spot"
who were the men in the motor
boat that chased Jones'"
"Only Jones can tell you. Queer old
codger, eh?"
"a bit stubborn. He wants to handle
it without police assistance"
"And he's right. We are not aiming
to arrest anyone" sinisterly. There
can't be any draw to this game. Here,
no smoking. Too much gas afoat."
Norton put the cigarettes back into
his pocket. Whats the real news?"
he demanded. "You would not bring
me out here just to rebandage that
arm. 1t really did not need it. Come,
out with It,"
You're sharp"
"Tm paid to be sharp"
"Ive found where the Black Hun
dred holds it's sessions"
"By. George, that's news!"
1.-The room above is vacant. A little
hole in the ceiling, and who knows
what might happen?"
| What do you want me to do?"
"Tell Jones. When the next meet
ing come around III advise you. I've
stumbled upon a dissatisfied member.
So, buck up, as they say. We've got
two ends CT the net down, and with
a little care we'll have them all. Now
let me have a hundred"
Norton drew out a packet Of bills
and counted off five twenties.
why don't you draw the cash your
self?" ...
1T happens to be in your name,
son."
81 forgot" said Norton. But what
a chance for me! Nearly five thou
sand, all mine for a ticket to Algiers!"
A grunt was the only reply.
II want you to tell me about the
Perigoff woman"
81 know only one thing-that Braine
is there every night"
MOI" -
THE orders are for you to play the
game just as you are playing it. When
we strike, it must be the last blow.
All this hide-and-seek business may
look foolish to you. It's like that JAP
anese game called .jo.' 1t looks sim
pie, but chess Is a tyro's game be-
side it. Can you find your way baGk
all right?"
Il can"
we'll, you'd better be going. That's
all the light l have, in this torch here.
| Got a lot to do tomorrow and need
sleep"
Norton stole away with great eau
ton. His first intention was to pro-
coed straight to the city, but de-
spite his resolution he found himself
within a quarter Of an hour gazing
up at the windows of the Hargreave
house. Not at home!"
Quite unconscious of the fact, he
was as close to death as any mortal
man might care to be. The police
man suddenly looming up under the
arc lamp proved to be his savior.
y
The lull made Jones doubly alert.
He was positive that they were pre-
pairing to strike again. But from what
objection and in what manner? He
had not met the gift Of clairvoyance,
so he had to wait; and waiting is a
terrible game when perhaps death is
balancing the scales. 1t is always
easier to make an assault than to
await it; and it is a good general who
always finds himself prepared.
But it made his heart ache to watch
the child. She went about cheerfully
when any one was In the room with
her. Many a time, however, he had
stolen to the door of her bedroom and
heard the heart-rending sobs, a vain
attempt being made to sti1e them
among the pillows. She was only
eighteen; it was first love; and first
loves are pale, evanescent attach
ments. 1t hurt now; but she would
peculiar remedy, but a man named