White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-09-13

10 JOutS, UuL from now on L Sudii-
The girl may or may not know where
the money is, but Jones does, Jones
does! Two men shall watch. FELTON,
on the street and Orlof from the
windows of the deserted house.
With opera glasses he will be able to
take note of all that happens in the
house during the day. He will be
able to see the girls room. And
that's the important point. 1t was
a good plan. little woman; and it
would have been plain sailing If
only We had remembered that the
girl was Hargreave's daughter. Be
very careful hereafter when you call
on her. A night like this will have
made her suspicious of every one.
Our hope lies with you. Anything
on your mind?"
Yes. Why not insert a personal
In the Herald?" She drew some
writing paper toward her and scrib-
bled a few words.
He read. "Florence--tlle hiding
place is discovered. Remove it to a
more secret spot at once. S. H.
He laughed and shook his head. I'm
afraid that will never do
IF she reads it. Jones will. The
man with the opera glasses may see
something. There's a chance Jones
might become worried"
We'll. we'll give it a chance"
1t was midnight when he made his
departure. As he stepped into the
street. he glanced about cautiously.
On the corner he saw a policeman
swinging his night stick. Otherwise
the street was deserted. Braine pro.
ceeded jauntily down the stree
And yet, from the darkened doors
of the house across the way, the
figure of a man emerged and stood
contemplating the windows of the
Perigoff apartment. Suddenly the
lights went out The watcher made
no effort to follow Braine. The
knowledge he was after did not
~nacessitate any such procedure.
OF course. Florence read the
personal" She took the newspa-
per at once to Jones who smiled
Igrimly.
You see, | trust you"
And so long as you continue to
trust me no harm will befall you
You were left in my care by your
father. | am to guard you at the ex-
Dense of my life. Last nights affair
was a miracle. The next time you
will not find it so easy to escape"
Nor did she.
There will be no next time"
%gravely. But I am going I o ask you
a direct question. Is my father
alive
The buffers brow %puckered. Il
have promised to say nothing. one
way or the other
She laughed.
Why do you laugh"
Il laugh because If he were dead
there would De no earthly reason for
YOU not saying so at once. But
| hate money. the name If it, the
sound of it. the sight of it. 1t is at
the bottom of all wars and crimes.
a despise it,"
The root of all evil. Yet it per-
forms many noble deeds. But never
mind the money. Let us give our at
t%ention to this personal. Doubtless
it originated in the same mind which
conceived the letter. Your father
would never nave inserted such a
personal. What, Give his enemies
a chance to learn his secret? No.
On the other hand | want you to
show this personal to all you met to-
day, Susan, the reporter, to every
body. Talk about it. Say that you
wonder what you shall do. Trust no
one with your real Thoughts"
Not even you. Mr.. Jones'"
thought the girl as she nodded.
And tell them that you showed it
to me and that / appeared worried. .
That night there was a meeting
of the organization called the Black
Hundred. Braine asked If any one
knew what the Hargreave butler
looked like.
Il had a glimpse of him the other
night; but being unprepared. l might
not recognize him again"
Vroon described Jones infinitely.
Braine could almost see the portrait.
"Vroon, that memory of yours is
worth a lot of money was his only
comment.
Il hope 1t will be worth more
soon"