The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1914-10-23
Attempt to Rob tho Duffy Warehouse.

Attempt to Rob the Duffy Warehouse.
win out for us. Some n to pose as
her father; a message handed to her
in secret; dire misfortune If she whis-
pers a word to anyone; that her "a
theirs life hangs upon the secrecy;
she must conide in no one, least OF
all Jones, the butler. 1t all depends
upon how the letter gets to her. Bred
in the country, she probably sleeps
with her window open. A pebble at
tached to a note, tossed into the win
dow. I'll trust this to no one; I'll
do It myself. With the girl in our
control the rest will be easy. II she
really does not know where the money
is Hargreave will tell us. Great head,
little woman, great head. She does
not know her fathers handwriting?"
"She has never seen a scrap of 1t.
All that Miss Farlow ever received
was money. The original note left on
the doorstep with Florence has been
lost. Trust me to make all these in
Quiries."
Tomorrow night, then, immedi-
ately after dinner, a taxicab will
await her just around the corner.
Grange is the best man l can think
Of. He's an artist when 1t comes 20
playing the Oldham parts"
Not too old, remember. Har-
greave isn't over ~forty-fve."
Another good point. I'm going to
stretch out here on the divan and
snooze for a while. Had a devil of a
time last night"
IWhen shall l wake your"
AT six. Wen have an early dinner
sent in. / want to keep out Of every.
bodys way. By-byl"
In less than three minutes he was
sound asleep. The woman gazed down
at him in wonder and envy. If only
she could drop to sleep like that, Very
softly she pressed her lips to his hair.
At eleven o'clock the following
night the hall light in the Hargreaye
house was turned of and the whole
interior became dark. A shadow
crept through the lilac bushes with
out any more sound that a cat would
have made, Florence's window was
open, as the arch-conspirator had ex-
pected 1t would be. With a small
string and stone as a sling he sent
the letter whirling skillfully through
the air. 1t sailed into the girls room,
The mar below heard no sound Of the
stone hitting anything and concluded
: that It had struck the bed.
He waited patiently. Presently a
wavering light could be distinguished
} over the sill Of the window. The girl
: was awake and had lit the candle.
This knowledge was sufficient for his
need. The tragic letter would do the
rest, that is, II the girl came from
/ the m pattern as her father and
mother-strong willed and adventu.
! rous.
He tiptoed back to the lilacs, when
a noise sent him close q the ground.
Half a dozen feet away he saw a
shadow creeping along toward the
front door. Presently the shadow
3 stood up as II listening. He stopped
again and ran lightly to the steps, up
t these to the door, which he Rugged
r Who was this? wondered Braine.
Q Patiently he waited, arranging his pos.
d ture so that he could keep q lookout
Q at the door. BY and by the door
opened cautiously. A man holding
a candle appeared. Braine vsguely
recognized Olga's description OF the
o butler. The mar on the eerands sud
n denly blew out the light.
e Braine could hear the low murmuI
Of voices, but nothing more. The con
Q v~eraation lasted scarcely a minute
1 ~ so