The Gem worker and the Idaho labor herald. (Boise, Idaho) 1914-1917, 1914-12-17


Lucille went with him from place "a
place, scanning every face. But she
knew who had done this thing. When
she fought against the fingers Of the
drugs they had been the fingers ~
Thompson. When she had slIpDed
from peaceful slumber into the drug.
ged stupor It was Thompson she had
been bravely fighting.
But Thompson-where had he disnp.
peared2 What had become OF the
man?
We know who the thief was, miss. -
reported the conductor little later.
HE had the compartment facing your
section. The screen Is cut out He
must have dropped out the window
after working his game"
Lucille smiled family.
"a medium sized man. rather dark.
plainly dressed. with features that mo-
body would notice especially and-a
llvid scar across the side of his face .
she murmured.
The man looked at her in surprise.
Thompson" she murmured yves.
1t was Thompson. 1 was positive from
the first"
AS the conductor corroborated her
description Of the thief she lay back
against the dusty cushions Of her seat
idly watching the train charging across
the landscape. She had started badly.
but she cIinched her teeth firmly. Her
purpose was firm as ever, her rage
bit higher
Hugo Loubeque cursed profoundly to
himself as he paced up and down the
door of his San Francisco house. From
below came the sounds of his servants
searching into every nook and GRANNY
Of the mysterious house for the packet
Of papers and documents he knew Iu-
ellie had hidden here.
He frowned heavily as he went to
the window and looked down upon the
street, deserted now save for the old
woman who trudged toward the place
She carried "a basket Of fruit over-her
arm and Loubeque smiled grimly as
she disappeared from his sight, then
reappeared after being turned away
from the door by the servant.
AS he idly studied the woman some-
thing about her caught and held his
attention. She moved slowly, but there
was an affectation about that slow
ness.
Loubeque's eyes were fastened, like
those of hawk now. upon the old
woman. She had stopped beside the
alarm box on the corner lamppost.
Suddenly the bent form Strengthened
and he read the impulsive resolve of
youth in every movement of the lily
attired old woman. Her hand groped
upon the ground. He saw her pick
up stone and smash the FIRE alarm.
Came the sound Of fire engines
rolling down the street. Loubedue
watched the woman. She dashed to-
ward the captain as he darted IN I'm
his light buggy. pointing eagerly
toward the house OF the spy, her eyes
glowing with excitement. Then Lou
beque smiled as he pressed bell and
ordered the search to stop Immediately.
Before the rush of firemen with their
hose the door opened Their heavy
feet slnmped upon the stairs, through
out the house. But Loubeque did not
move. He watched Lucille as she
tossed aside the habiliments she had
worn over her girlish clothes. She
looked swiftly about to make certain
no one was in sight Then she swiftly |
approached the extra truck upon which |
the slickers and hats OF the flremen
were laid. Once more she looked about
her, then flung herself into a long rub |
Der coat and jammed helmet over
her head.
Swiftly Loubeque peered over the
stairs. Without an instant's hesitation
Lucille had sped to the basement. He
tptoed to the room that had been as
signed her when he held her captive
here. Pressing a button. one wall of
the room opened. He peered below,
watching her as, below. she searched
feverishly for the papers
Loubeque quietly moved back to his
'wn room. Slowly his fingers reached
tut. Came a slight clink OF machinery.
Then the spy stepped below and re-
seived the assurance OF the fire captain
hat everything was well. His smile
vas that Of man quite positive that
was more than well.