Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-11-07

later, nothing would have saved her. She
would have been para1yzed for life.'
Jim accompanied the doctor to the door
and went in search of Jones. He found tine
taciturn butler eying the fruit basket, his
face gray and drawn, though his eyes blazed
with fury.
"Poison!" -...
"A pretty bad poison, too" said Jim. "We
can't do anything. We've just got to sit
still. But in the end we'll get them. That
she devil :"
=" No, my friend; that ne devil. The woman
Is mad over him and would commit any
crime at his bidding. But this is his work.
We want him. He wasn't without courage
to send this fruit, knowing that would
instantly suspect the sender. Yet I have
no definite proof could not hold him in
court in law. He will have bought the
fruit piece by piece, the basket in basket
shop. He will have injected the poison
himself when alone. Poor Susan! That
messenger was without doubt some one over
whom ne holds the threat of the death chair.
That's the way he works"
Jim tramped the room while Jones car
returned after n while.
"What about that blank sheet of paper?"
"It has to be dipped into n solution; after
that you can read it by heating. I have
already dipped it into the solution. The
moment the heat leaves the sheet the writ
ing disappears again. The ink is waterproof.
I'll show you"
Jones got candle from the mantle lit 1t,
and held the sheet of paper very close to
the flame. Gradually, almost imperceptibly,
letters began to form on the blank sheet. At
length the message was complete.
"Dear Hargreave-The Russian minister
of police is at the Blank hotel under the
name of Henri Servan. He is investigating
the work of the Black Hundred in this coun-
try and can free you from their vengeance
il you supply the evidence needed
snow, what evidence can he want?"
asked jim
"such as will prove Braine an unde-
sirable citizen"
"And then"
"Quietly pack him off to Russia, where
ne is badly wanted"
"Who sent this message?"
lone of our mysterious friends. We
have n few, as you already know. But I'll
60 and make this man Servan q visit.
have seen the real minister, and il this man
is the same one, something of Importance
may turn up. 1 shall want you somewhere
about. Here, I'll let you have this letter.
Remember, neat brings it out and cold air
makes 1t vanish. Now I'll go up for a mo-
ment to see how that poor girl is getting
along. We are lucky; there's no gainsaying
that"
You're a clever man, JONES'" said Jim.
Jones turned upon him, his face grave.
The two men looked steadily into each
others eyes. Jones was first to turn aside
his glance, as he had something to conceal
and Jim had nothing.
When the ambulance took the tortured
Susan away, Jones addressed Florence
grnvely.
"I am going out and SO Is Mr. Norton.
Do not leave the house; not even If you have
a telephone call from me or Norton. Both
of us will return; so don't let anything bother
or confuse YOU"
al PROMISE" said Florence, struggling
with sob.
Jones went downstairs again, paused by
n window as if cogitating, and suddenly
threw it up and looked abroad. A rustic
among the lacs caused smile to fit across
his face So they had sent some one to
learn the effect of the poison? Or to fol-
low him should ne leave the house? He
retired to the kitchen and gave some explicit
orders to the chef, orders which did not in
any way refer to cooking. Then Jones and
the reporter left the house, each quite aware
tnat they were being followed. Near the
Blank hotel they separated in order to con-
fuse the stalker. He might dodder and fol-
low the wrong man. But it was evident
that this time he had been directed to fol-
low Jones; for he entered the hotel n min
ute after Jones.
Meantime second spy, whom Jones mad
not seen, had observed the transfer of the
invisible writing and had Immediately in
formed Braine who was not far away. That
his poisoned fruit had stricken down an out
slider troubled him none Mt all. But that
mysterious message he meant to have; it
might be life and death affair, it might
be a clew to the treasure, or the where
abouts of Hargreave.
Thus, while only one man followed jones'
several kept a far eye on Jim.
Jones scribbled his name on a blank card
and had it taken to the Russians room.
The page eyed that card curiously. 1t was
different from anything he had ever seen
before In one corner were written tnree
ot four words which reaan1hlad n nrosS ha-
tween Hebrew and Greek.
Humph!" muttered the boy. "Whadda
y know about that? Chicken scratches; but
I guess the bell rings Roosian. On your
way. Hortense.r he cried to the hall maid