Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-18

erbocker cafe-restaurant, and the first per-
son he noticed was Braine, reading the
. mornings paper, propped up against the
water carafe. Evidently he had just or
dered, for there was nothing on his plate.
Norton walked over and laid his hand upon
Braine's shoulder. The man looked up with
mild curiosity.
Why, Norton, sit down. sit downl Have
you had lunch? No? Join me-"
Thanks Game in for my breakfast
said Norton, drawing out the chair. Braine
was sitting with his back to the wall on the
lounge-seat.
1 wonder IL you newspaper men ever
eat a real true enough breakfast. 1 should
think the hours you lead would kill you off,
Anything new on the Hargreaye story?"
"I'm not handling that" the reporter lied
cheerfully. Didn't want to. 1 knew him
rather intimately. I've a horror of dead peo.
pie, and don't want to be called upon to iden-
tify the body when they find it,
Then you think they will find it?"
al don't know. It's a strange mixup
I'm not on the story, mind you but was
in the locality of Dufy's warehouse late
last night and fell into a gunman rumpus."
YES read about that. What were they
after?"
You've got me there. No one seems to
know. Some cock and bull story about there
being something valuable. There was"
What was it? The report in this papel
does not say"
Ten thousand bags of coffee"
Braine lay back in his chair and laughed.
If you want my opinion" said Norton,
" believe the gunner were out to shoot up
another gang, and the police got wind of it."
"Don't you think it about time the police
called a halt in this gunman matter?"
90, so long as they pot each other the
police look the other way. 1t saves long
trial and passage up the river Besides,
whenever they robbed some big politician
manages to open the door for them Great
is the American voter"
"Take Mr.. Norton's order Luigi" said
Braine.
"A German pancake, buttered toast, and
coffee" ordered the reporter.
"Man, eat something!"
g" It's enough for me-"
And you'll go all the rest of the day on
tobacco. l know something of you chaps. I
don't see how you manage to do it,
Food is the least of our troubles. BY
the way, may 1 ask you a few questions?
Nothing for print, unless you've got a new
book coming"
"Fire away"
What do you know about the Princess
Perigoff?"
Let me see. HIM. Met her first about
year ago at a reception given to Nasimova.
A very attractive woman. 1 see quite
lot of her. Why?"
"Well, she claims to be a sort of aunt to
Hargreave's daughter"
She said something to me about that the
other night You never know where you're
at in this world do you?"
The German pancake, the toast, the coffee
disappeared, and the reporter passed his
cigars.
The president visits town today and I'm
off to watch the show. 1 suppose I'll have
to interview him about the tariff and all that
rot. When you start on a new book let me
know and I'll be your press agent"
That's bargain"
Thanks for the breakfast"
Braine picked up his newspaper, smoked
and read He smoked, yes but he only pre-
tended to read. The young fool was clever,
but man is infallible. He had not the
least suspicion; he saw only the newspaper
story. Still, in some manner he might stumble
upon the truth, and it would be just as well
to tie the reporters hands effectually.
The rancor of early morning had been sub
dued; anger and quick temper never paid in
the long run, and no appreciated this
fact better than Braine. To put Norton out
of the way temporarily was only a wise pre-
caution; it was not a matter of spite or
reprisal.
He paid the reckoning, left the restaurant,
and dropped into one of his clubs for a game
of billiards. He drew quite a gallery about
the table. He won easily, racked his cue, and
sought the apartments of the princess.
What piece of luck 1t was that Olga had
really married that old dotard, Perigof! He
had left her titled widow six months after
her marriage. But she had had hardly q
kopeck to call her own.
"Olga, Hargreave is alive. He was there
last night. But somehow he anticipated the
raid and had the police in waiting. The
question is, has he fooled usT Did he take
that million or did he hide it? There is one
thing left to get that girl. No matter where
Hargreave is hidden, the knowledge that she
is in my hands will bring him out into the
OPEN"
No more blind alleys"
whats on your mind?"
She has never seen her father. She con-
fessed to me that she has not even seen
photograph of him."
rhoro