Arizona republican., 1914-08-21

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 He regarded her narrowly, still smoking si- ently. There a glint of admiration in his eyes, mingled with the steady determination to secure what he desired. His face was smeared with blood but, despite that he retained the same commanding, grim dignity and assurance. He opened his lips though to speak, then closed them sharply and stepped to the door, listening moment. then ringing bell which was almost immediately answered by the butler and the woman who had first captured the girl.
 Hurriedly Thompson explained what had happened, the pebble-wrapped strip of white pap CT which the man outside had picked up the manner in which he had mysteriously disap- peared, eluding the buffers pursuit, the admis- sion of policemen to the house and the throwing of the spring that lowered the girls to tho basement.
 And he got out of the way, eh?" Loubequa drowned thoughtfully, then laughed a dry, bark ing laugh he turned to the girl. "And with all this luck working for you, Miss Lucille, you see now how impossible it is to escape Now shall leave you alone to reflect upon the advis- ability of restoring the packet to me. Until then you will not be disturbed even by servant. You may recall, my child, that thirst is very unpleasant torture"
 He closed the door behind him, very softly. Not sound came from without. Hunger-thirst solitude All three in this prison, this prison much unlike prison that it was rendered only the more hideous thereby. And even though outsiders knew she being detained here, they could not find her, could not even secure adequate evidence that she was here did they make examination True, Loubeque did not have the papers and could do nothing until they were found, but neither could she do anything with them, did not even know how to go about finding them again. She flung herself upon the bed burying her face in her hands and giving way to sobs. Everything was so hopeless, the way had been long, and still stretched in- definitely before her, the road that had no turn ing, the road that seemed but to lead her further and further from the ones she held dear
 She strengthened, startled by~a faint tinke against the window pane. Swiftly she ap- preached the window, Upon the street was in sight. She looked up and espied the face of the captain peering cautiously from the brick wall above her.
 Feverishly she ripped at the netting which had been within the glass before she broke it. Carefully she drew the glass inside and laid it upon the floor. The netting gave slightly. She tore her hands opening the space until she could get her shoulders through. Slowly, round and round she worked the opening. It finally wide enough. She looked up. The captain nodded briefly then disappeared.
 In a moment he reappeared, slowly dangling heavy rope which he had made looped chair from. Lucille edged her way slowly through the opening She stood upon the heavy sill outside, hanging to the netting with one hand the while she reached for the rope with the other. The second time her fingers closed about it. Swiftly she tucked 1t about her skirts, then drew taut. Her feet swung clear of the ledge. Back and forth she gently swayed second, lending her self from the house with her right hand. Then she felt herself being slowly lifted lifted in 't tie spasmodic jerks.
 Strong tugs at the rope drew her closer and closer to the brick cemented fringe that separ- ated the house from it's neighbors. Her finger tips brushed the top of these. Another pull and she had firm hold and drawing herself over. Powerful hands closed about her wrists, when from below came shout that told she had been discovered.
 With an oath the captain ya1ked her to the 1ark har xriolo tlu chn lod and fell aga.st him, straightened and caught his arm to support herself
 From beneath them came sounds of pursuit, hurrying footsteps upon stairs, loud voices. Lucille seemed to have all the initiative now. She grasped the mans and hurried him to- ward the closest chimney just a sky-light door flung open where they had stood.
 He drew revolver and held it steadily pointing toward the place. A chip of plaster cracked at their feet. Lucille looked down at fattened lead bullet Yet there had been no shot fired. She stared incredulously at the man.
 "A silencer-Maxim silencer," he whispered.
 She nodded understanding. Together they crept in the shadow of the chimney toward the thin brick dividing wall, the sanded roof scratch ing their hands terribly Again that f1utter of chips. The captain turned and fairly hurled shot from his revolver at the figures cautious ly approaching. A cry of pain followed the re- port and in the confusion, the pair made short rush.
 The pursuit grew bold now. Rose the voice of Loubeque, cold steady, terrible
 Don't waste shots. Get the man with lead. Catch the girl.'
 The captains grip frightened reassuringly on her wrist.
 of they get me-" he said quietly, take the gun and make them york;
 She nodded, pressing his hand. Like fright eneG children they scurried from chimney to chimney, that silent pursuit always drawing closer, the captain and then turning to throw a shot back at the common enemy. In the excitement he became separated from Lucille. She looked about, then uttered cry of warn ing. He took step backward, then instinctively lifted his elbow though to avert 0 bullet. The movement overbalanced him and he disappeared the edge, groping, tumbling thing.
 From every direction the pursuit. Lucille suddenly noticed there was no attempt made to close in upon her but that she was be- ing driven in certain direction. She stopped fearfully vaguely afraid of that which she could not fathom. A bullet dashed spray of sand into her face and she darted aside-darted into yawning hlackness
 When she opened her eyes, she was sur prised to find that there had been no fall worth mentioning, hat she had merely been driven to- ward trap door and caught as she topped down. Loubeque watching her, curiously twisted smile playing about the corners of his mouth.
 You have too many friends, Lucile" he murmured, hint of the same admiration in his voice that she had caught earlier in his eyes.
 "Yes," he murmured, after moments sil- ence, you are altogether too slippery, too nerve racldng prisoner. I think, while the search for II