The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1914-09-23
CHAPTER lV-Continued.

IL you Wdllf lily Opi1iOh, ooie
Norton, "I 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?"
"Oh, so long as they pot each other
the police look the other way. 1t
saves a long trial and passage up the
river. Besides, whenever they are
nabbed 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!"
TITS enough for me-"
And you'll go all the rest of the
day on tobacco. I know something Of
you chaps. 1 don't see how you man.
age to do it."
Food is the least Of our troubles.
By the way. may l ask you a few ques-
tons? Nothing for print, unless
you've got a new book coming"
Fire away"
What do you know about the
Princess Perigoff?"
Let me lei HIM. Met her first
about a year ago at a reception given
to Nasimova. A very attractive wom-
an. see quite a 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.
1.-THE president visits town today
and I'm off to watch the show. I sup
pose 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 a bargain"
Thanks for the breakfast"
Braine picked up his newspaper,
smoked and read. He smoked, yes,
but he only pretended to read. The
young fool was clever, but no 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 we'll to tie the
reporters hands effectually.
The rancor of early morning had
been subdued; anger and quick tenn
per never paid in the long run, and no
one 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
d. or reprisal.
He paid the reckoning, left the res
taurant, and dropped into one of his
drew quite a gallery about the table.
He won easily, racked his cue and
sought the apartments of the princess.
What a piece of luck it was that
, Olga had really married that old do
tard, P%erigoff! He had left her a
titled widow six months after her mar
rage. But she had had hardly a ko.
peck to call her own.
Olga, Hargreave is alive. He was
there last night. But somehow he
anticipated the raid and had the pc,
lice in waiting. The question is, has
he fooled us? Did he take that mil.
lion or did he hide it? There is one
thing left-to get that girl. No mat
ter where Hargreave Is hidden, the
knowledge that she is in my hands
will bring him out into the open"
mo mor blind alleys"
What's on your mind?"
"She has never seen her father. She
confessed to me that she has not even
seen a photograph Of him."
There was a long pause.
DO you understand me-" she asked
"By the Lord Harry, l do! You've
a head on you worth two of mine
The very simplicity Of the idea will
win out for us. Some II to pose as
her father; a message handed to heI