The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1914-10-03

sion OF him.
II IL needless TO state that Nor
ton did not scoop his rivals on tho
counterfeit story. Hut no set 20
work exploring the cellar Of tho
Quilted building. and In one corner
he found battered die. Ho
turned this over 20 tho secret SER
vice men. There was ono man no
wanted 10 find-vroon. This man.
could he find him. should be made
TO lead him. Norton. 10 tho new
stronghold He saw the utility OF
trying TO trap Brains by shadowins
him. He desired Braine TO believe
that his escape from tho frcighter
had been a bit OF Wild luck and
not preconceived plan. Brains
was out OF reach for tho present,
so he began the search for the
man Vroon- He hzunted the water
front saloons for . week without
success.
He did not know that n was the
policy OF the Black Hundred 20 lay
low for n month after a raid OF
such a serious character. so the
Hargreave MENACE had 30 days OF
peace: always watched. however.
For Braine never relaxed his vigi.
lance in that part OF the game.
He did not care TO lose sight OF
Jones. whom he was positive was
ready for flight II the slightest op-
portunity offered itself.
Norton went back to the prim.
rose paths OF love; and sometimes
he would forget all about such a
thing az the Black Hundred. SO
the summer days went by. with
the lilacs and the roses embower.
Ing the Hargreave home. But Nor
ton took note OF the fact that
Florence was no longer the light
hearted schoolgirl he had first met.
Her trials had made a serious wo-
man OF her. and perhaps this phase
was all the more enchanting to
him, who had his serious side also
Her young mind was like an Ital-
Ian garden. always opening new
vistas for his admiring gaze.
He went about his work the
same az OF old, interviewing, play
ing detective. fattening his pay en-
velope by specials to the Sunday
edition and some OF tho lighter
magazines. Sometimes he had
vague dreams OF writing q play,
novel. and making tremendous
fortune like that chap Manders.
who only few years ago had been
his desk mate. He really began
the first chapter OF novel: but
that has nothing TO do with this
history.
All ready. then. Tho chess are
once more on the board, and II Is
the move OF the Black Hundred.
The day was rather cloudy. Jones
viewed the sky YEARLY. He could
hear Florence playing rather
cheerless nocturne by Chopin. Four
teen weeks ago this warfare had
begun, and all he had accomplished,
he and those with him, was the
death or Incarceration OF few in
consequent members OF the Black
Hundred. Always they struck and
always he had to ward off. He
had always been on the defensive;
and defensive fighter may last
long while, but no seldom wins;
and the butler knew that they must
win or 20 down in bitter defeat.
There was no half way route TO the
end; there could be no draw. II
all reminded him Of thunderbolts;
one man knew where they we're
going 10 strike.
The telephone rang: at the same
moment Florence left the piano.
She stopped at the threshold.
"Hellol Your Where have you
been? What has happened?
who is TT" asked Florence,
stepping forward.
Jones held up n warning hand
and Florence paused.
Yes, yes; hear perfectly. OH
You've been working out their new
quarters? Good, goodi But be
very careful. sir. One never knows
what may happen They have been
quiet for some time now.
All You can't work the ceiling
this time? Window over
the way. Worry good. sir. But be