The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-11-19


Jones Indignantly.
I'm an old hand, Mr. Jones. 1t
will not do you bit of good to put
on that bold front"
Beggs smiled. How was he to know
that this was a comedy set especially
for his benefit?
Il should like to see that money"
said Jones, not quite SO brave,y.
Come with me-" said the secret
service man. Where's the library?"
Beyond that door, sir"
The chief beckoning to his men,
entered the library, went directly to
a certain Shelf extracted three vol
umes, and there lay the money in
three neat packages.
Good heavens!" gasped Jones.
81 shall have to request you and the
family to accompany me to the sta
ton"
But it is all utterly impossible,
sir! know nothing of that money,
nor how 1t got there. It's a plot.
declare on my oath, sir, that l am
innocent, that Miss Florence and her
companion know nothing about it."
you will have to tell that to the
federal Judge, sir. My duty is to take
you all to the station. It would be
just as well not to say anything more,
sir"
Very well; but some one shall
smart for this outrage
THAT remains to be seen," was the
terse comment of the secret service
man.
He led his prisoners away directly.
Norton and his men had to wait far
into the night. The Black Hundred
did not intend to make any mistake
this time by hasty move. At quarter
after ten they descended Braine was
urgent request of Olga, who still had
her doubts. The men rioted about the
house, searching hooks and corners,
examining floors and walls, opening
books, pulling out drawers, but they
found nothing They talked freely,
however, and the dictagraph regis
tered every word. The printing plant,
which had so long defied discovery,
was in the cellar of the house occu-
pied by the Black Hundred. Norton
and his men determined to follow and
raid the building. And the reporter
promised himself a good front page
story without in any way conflicting
with his promises to Jones.
Events came to pass as they expected.
The trailing was not the easiest thing.
Norton knew about where the build
ing was, but he could not go to it d.
rectly. He was quite confident that
its entrance was Identical with that
which had the trap door through which
he had been flung that memorable
day when he had been shanghaied
When they reached the building he
warned the men to hug the wall to the
stairs. The trap yawned, but no one
was hurt. They scampered up the
stairs like lot of eager boys; broke
the door into find the weird execu-
tive chamber dark and empty and an
acrid smoke in their nostrils. This
latter grew sitting as they blundered
about in the dark. BY luck Norton
found the exit and called to the men
to follow. They saw Beggs at the top
of the stairway and called out to him
to surrender. He held up his hands
and the stairs collapsed. Real fire
burst out and Norton and his compan-
ion had desperate battle with flame
and smoke to gain the street.
The fire was put out finally, but
there was nothing in the ruins to prove
that there had been a counterfeiting
den there. There was, however, at
least one consoling feature: in the fu-
ture the Black Hundred would have
to hold their star-chamber elsewhere.
1t was checkmate; or, rather, 1t was
q draw.