The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1914-07-04


SO strangely. This IL your room.
Your father spent many happy
hours here preparing II for you
Tears came into tho girls eyes
again. and dlscrootiy Jones left the
two alone.
what shall do. susanf What
ever shall dot"
BE brave as you always arc. |
will never leave you I'LL you find
your father"
Florence kissed her fervently.
What Is your opinion OF the but
ler7'
Il think we may both trust him
absolutely"
Then Florence began exploring
the house. Susan followed her
closely. Florence peered behind
the mirrors. the pictures. In the
drawers OF the desk. In tho book
cases.
what are you hunting for.
chlld7"
"A photograph OF my father" But
she found none More. there were
no photographs OF any kind 10 be
found In Stanley Hargreayo's
home.
When Norton awoke, he natural.
ly went 10 the door for the morning
papers which were always placed
In neat pile before the sill. He
yawned. gathered up the bundle.
was about to climb back into bed.
when a headline caught his dull
eye. Twenty-oue minutes later. TO
be precise. he ran up the steps OF
the Harxreaye home and rang tho
bell. lie was admitted by the tact
turn Jones. 10 whom the reporter
had never paid any particular at
tention. Somehow Jones always
managed 10 stand In shadows
Il can add nothing 10 what has
already appeared in tho news
papers" replied Jones. as Norton
opened his batteries OF Inquiries.
"Mr. Jones. ! have known your
mastes for several years. as you VIII
rccollect. There never was a won.
an In this house. not even among the
servants. There are two In the 9th
or room. Who are they7 And what
are they doing hereT'
Jones shook his head.
We'll, can easily find out"
Jones barred his path. and for the
first time Norton gaxed into the eyes
OF the man servant They we're as
hard as gun metal.
My dear Mr.. Jones. you ought TO
know that sooner or later We re.
porters find out what we seek"
Jones appeared TO reflect. MIR.
Norton. you claim TO be friend OF
MIR. Hargreave."
Il do not claim. am. More than
that. do not believe he Is dead.
He was deep. He had some relent-
less enemIes--I don't know where
from or what kind--and he ia pre-
tending he's dead till this blows
over and Is forgotten"
you are not going to say that in
your newspaper Jones was Wis
IDLY agitated
Not TIL I can prove f."
IF tell you who those young In
dies are. will you give me your word
OF honor not 10 write about Thorn I'LL
give my permission?"
Norton. having In mind the big
story at the end of this mysterious
tangle. agreed.
The elder II n teacher from
private school: the other is Stanley
Hargreave's daughter"
Good Lord" gasped the astonish-
ed reporter. ''IIe never mentioned
the fact 10 me, and we've been to-
gether in some tight places"
HE never mentioned II to any
one but me-" Jones again seemed TO
reflect. At last he raised his glance
70 tho reporter. Are you willing
TO walt for great story. the real
story"
III there Is one" answered Norton
with his usual caution.
ION my word OF honor. you shall
have such a story as you never
dreamt OF. II you will promise not TO
divuige II till the appointed time"
Il agree"
THE peace and happiness OF that
child depend upon how you keep
your word"
That was sufficient for Norton.
Your master knew me. He knew,
l also. that am not n man who prom
ises Nightly. Now introduce me 10
the daughter"
With plain reluctance Jones went
about the affair. Norton put a doz.
en- perfunctory questions TO the girl.
What he was In search OF was not
news, but the sound OF the girls
voice. In that quarter of an hour
he felt his heart disturbed as II had
never before been disturbed.
Now, Mr.. Norton" said Jones.
gloomily. will you be so kind as TO
follow met"
Norton was led 10 Jones' bedroom.
The butler-valet closed the door
and drew the window shade. Al
ways seeking shadows. This did
not impress the reporter at the
time; he had no other thought but
the story. Jones then sat down be-
side the reporter and talked In an
undertone. When he had done he
took Norton by the elbow and gent
ly but forcibly led him down to the
front door and usherod him forth.
Norton jumped into his taxicab and
returned TO his rooms, which were
at the top of the huge apartment
hotel He Immediately called up
his managing editor.
Hello! This is Norton. Put Grif.
fin on the Hargreave yarn. I'm off
on another deal"
But Hargreave was friend OF
yours" protested the managing ed.
; flor.
Il know It. But you know me well
enough, Mr.. Blair. ] should not ask
the transfer If II was not vitality i'm
portant."
y 20, very we'll"