Arizona republican., 1914-10-02

the spys face when he looked again at him and knew his thoughts had been read.
 What have you done with Lucille Loye?' he cried.
 Miss Love-, murmured Loubeque his voice taking on a signing note that fairly tortured the listeners Miss Love is on a war ship bound for Washington, I believe"
 You know a was murdered in her suie-that she was arrested as a hotel sneak theif?" Not much question an accusation it.
 Miss Love has been through many more trying situations than that" answered Loubeque slowly, since she pitted herself against me"
 Fitted herself against yOui The light of great understanding gleamed in Gibsons eyes, mingled with the murderous hatred there. Then it you who stole the papers"
 Quite so." Hugo Loubeque turned upon his heel. but the iron grip of the officer upon his shoulder, whirling him about so that their faces met Gibson's words came in sibilant hiss.
 You you coward So I you my dis grace-my enforced resignation from the army So General Love owes his trial and disgrace to you. So you have kept Lucille from us, knowing nothing of her, thinking her dead" Words came So fast they choked him. Only his rolling eyes testified to the full extent of his fury Again they lighted upon the broad swords Like panther he leaped across the floor, seizing them and skipping them away from the fastening. Loubeque gravely quietly, without change of pressiOn accepted the one that was hurled at his feet placing himself guard. easily turning the insane slashes of the officer, who hurled himself upon him.
 Easily, by wrist alone, Loubeque played with the man. His eye held no expression save that of one looking very far away. sad, mournful, distant. That look of indifference only served to madden Gibson doubly. He pressed the attack but could force no recognition from his adver- sary. He panting. breathing. and the spv de spite his years, showed never sign of fatigue. Furiously he lunged when suddenly, the blade of his adversary whirled sending out scores of scintillating lights as it danced in the air above his head, He could hear if whisting about his ears. singing sinister songs of Death. Yet he was unable to pierce that guard and make an i'm presson. Summonng every last ounce of strength against his tormcntor. he swept the great blade high behind his back. Then he brought it forward in one svoop that would have severed the spy.
 He fell back as from blow, his wrist numbed and deadcned by the wrench that had carried the handle of the heavy sword from his grasp. Hugo Loubeque had dropped his own blade to the floor and studying him quietly, no glimmer in his eyes. Gibson glared over his head. The sword still swaying from side to side from the fury with which it had been driven into the low hanging wooden beam overhead. Instnc, lively his hand reached to recover his weapon when Loubcque laid hand of iron upon his shoulder.
 That will do,' he cried sternly "Be man. sir" Again that meowed light drove the light of anger from his eyes His lips opened and the voice of him was little more than sigh; "such as Miss Lucille Love deserves"
 Gibson looked at him. startled aghast. Once more Loubeque would have spoken when from below stairs, came the shr screech of po- liceman's whistle followed almost instantly by a rush of feet upon the stairs.
 The spy seemed in wise perturbed though the sounds growing louder and louder each fraction of second. His right hand moved along the desk, picking mp small ivory box, exqusitely carved, which he handed to the motion pictures at Riverside Park tonight and ton