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

The Safe In the Lonely Warehouse.
The princess did not remain long
after the departure, of the police with
the bogus detectives. 1t had been q
very difficult corner to wriggle out of.
all because Braine had added to his
plans after she had left the apart.
ment. But for the advent OF the med.
ding reporter the coup would have
succeeded, herself apparently perfect
ly innocent Of completely. That must
be the keynote of ell her plans: to ap-
pear quite innocent and leave no trail
behind her. She had gained the con.
fidence Of Florence and her compan-
ion. And she was rather certain that
she had impressed this iazy-eyed re-
porter and the stolid butler. She had
told nothing but the truth regarding
her relationship. They would find that
out. She was Katrina Pushkin's codsin,
But blood with her counted as naught
She had room in her heart but for two
things, Braine and money to spend on
her caprices. nfr4 -
How long has your highness known
Mr.. Braine?" asked the: reporter Idly,
as he smoothed away all signs Of his
recent conflict. J
20, the better part Of a year. Mr..
Hargreave did not recognize me the
other night. That was quite excus.
able, for when he last saw me / was
not more than twelve. My child she
said to Florence, build nc hopes re-
garding your mother. She is doubt
less dead. Upon some trivial matter
I do not know what 1t. was-she was
confined to the fortress. That was
seventeen years ago. When you enter
the fortress at st. Petersburg, you
cease to be-"
THAT Is true enough"
IT did not recall myself to your IA
Their. I did not care at that momen,
to shock him with the remembrance OF
the past. Is not Mr.. Braine a re-
markable MANI" All this In her charm
ing broken English.
HE is, indeed" affirmed Norton
Hes a superb llnguist, knows every
body and has travelled everywhere
No matter what subject you bring W
he seems well informed"
Come often" urged Florence.
81 shall, my child. And any time
you need me, call for me. After all, ]
am nearly your aunt. You will find
life In the city far different from that
which you have been accustomed to-
She limped down to her limousine.
In tripping up Norton he had stepped
upon her foot heavily.
"She is lovely!" cried Florence.
well, I must be on my way, also"
said Norton. ~ am a worldly-wise
man, Miss Florence. So is Jones here.
Never go any place without letting
him\know; not even to the corner
drug store. l am going to find your
father. Some one was rescued. I'm
going to find out whether it was the
aviator or Mr.. Hargreave."
Jones drew in O deep breath and his
eyes closed for a moment. at the
door he spoke to the reporter.
What do you think Of that WON
an?" t
81 believe that she told the truth.
She is charming"
"She Is. But for all her charm and
truth I cannot help d~istrusting her. l
have an idea. I shall call up your Of
flee at the end Of each day. II a day
comes without a call, you will know
that something is wrong"
"a very good idea" Norton shooh
hands with everyone and departed
What a brave, pleasant young
mani" murmured Susan.
IT like him, too; and I'd like him
for a friend" said the g%uileless girl.
1T Is very good to have a friend
like Mr.. Norton" added Jones; and
passed out into the kitchen. All the
help had been discharged and upon
his shoulders lay the burden of the
cooking till such time when he could
reinstate the cook.
There was a stormy scene between
Braine and the princess that night.
Are you in your dotage?" she asked
v~ehemently.
There, there; bring your voice
down a bit. Where's the girl?"
I'm her home. Where did you sup
pose she would be, after that betch.
work Of letting ne go to do n thing
while you had In mind another? And
an ordinary pair Of cutthroats, at
that"
THE thought came to me after you
left. I knew you'd recognize the men
and understand. I see no reason why
it didn't work"
1t would have been all right If you
had consulted a cl~airvoyant."
What the deuce do you by
that?" Braine demanded roughly.
81 mean that then you would have
learned your friend the reporter was
to arrive upon the scene at its most
vital moment"
What, Norton?"
| Eyes. The trouble Is with you. yoI
| with a non-luminous flame it's temper.