The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1914-11-20
CHAPTER vi.

did you get the ranger" asked the
countess, when late that night Brainel
recounted his adventure.
"Range!" he snarled. MY girl
haven't 1 Just told you that / had TO
fight for my life? My boat was In
flames. We had to swim for It TIL
we were picked up by Long Island
barge tug. l don't know what became
of the motorman. He must nave
headed straight for shore. And I'm
glad he did Otherwise he'd be howl
ing for the price of another boat.
Olga, for the first time I've had 10
let one of the boys have look at
my face. Doesn't know the name'
but one Of these days he'll stumble
across It, and the result viii be black
mail, unless 1 push him OF into the
dark. It was accidental.
The countess leaned forward, her
hands tightly clinched.
But the box!"
Braine made a gesture Of despair.
LEO. are you using any drug these
days?"
Don't make fun Of me, Olga" I'M
patiently. Did you ever see me drink
more than a pint Of wine or smoke
more than two cigars in an evening
Poor fools! What let my brain go
into the wastebasket for the sake OF
an hour or 80 of exhilaration? No.
and never will /! I'm keen about the
gray matter I've got. and by the LORD
Harry, I'm going to keep 1t. There's
only one dope fiend in the Hundred
and he's one of the best decoys we
have; SO we let him have his coke
whenever he really needs 1t. But this
man FELTON, has seen my face. Some
day he'll see it again, ask questions
and then :"
Then what?"
"A burial at sea-" he laughed. The
laughter died swiftly as 1t came
Threw It into eight hundred feet OF
water. on a bar where the sands are
always shifting. He'll never find 1t
even If he took the range. He coulc
not have got a decent one. The sur
was dropping and the shadows were
long. He threw the chest into thu
water and then began pegging awa'
at US, cool as you please, and tre'
our tank"
1T looks to me as If he had wastes
his time"
THAT depends. Between you an
me and the gate-post, I've a sneakin
idea that this man Jones, whom nc
body has given any particular after
ton, is a deep, clever man. He ma
have been honestly attempting to I'm
a new hiding place; the advertisement
| In the newspaper may have draw
h him. He may have thrown the DO
over in pure rage at seeing himse
II checkmated. Again, the whole thin
\ may have been worked up for on
II benefit, a blind. But II that's tn
III case, Jones has us on the hip, for "
II can't tell. But we can do what in a
III probability he expects wen cease
II do-watch him Just as shrewdly 6
81 before"
II Olga caught his hand and drew hi
81 down beside her. Il wasn't going
4 bother you tonight, but it may mea
n something vital"
III "What?" alertly.
II For reply sne rose ana walked oV'
III to the light button. She pressed
Fl and the apartment became dark.
I'll Come over to the window. quick
II She dragged him across the rooI
81 over the way. the house with Il
Il marble frontage"
A man emerged, lit a cigarette, al
It walked leisurely down the street.
MOI" she cried, as Blaine turn'
to make for the door doubtless wi
= the intention Of finding out who th
man was. Every night after "
= leave he appears"
10 Does he follow me?"
y, mo. And that's what bothered I
at first. believed he was watchii
some apartment above. But regular
when turn out the lights he com
-, forth. So there's no doubt that
watches you enter and takes note
sour departure"
!. But doesn't follow me- That's OF
What the devil is his ileal"