The Colville examiner. [volume] (Colville, Wash.) 1907-1948, 1915-02-13

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Jones was permitted to say.
Restlessly Norton spurned his chair
and walked over to the telephone
booth It was midnight. He might or
might not be able to get Jones. But
almost instantly a voice said, What
Is it?"
"Jones?"
Eyes. Who is it?"
Morton"
"Why, you called me up not ten
minutes ago."
Not T."
at was your voice, as plain as day"
"What did l want?" keen all at once.
The reply did not come Immediately.
"You are certain it was not you?"
"Wait a moment and I'll call the
editor He will prove to you that I've
been here for an hour, and that this
is the first call I've made. Some one
has been imposing on you. What did
they ask you to do?"
"You asked me to come down to the
office at once, and l requested you
to come to the house, and you said you
could not I declined to stir"
"What did you Think"
Exactly what you're thinking-that
they have come to life again"
"Jones, is Miss Florence awake?"
mo"
'Do you think there is any hope OF
having her u and what really
happened?"
81 am here orlr , guard her. | can
not undertake to read her thoughts"
you're not quite in favor Of rec
onciliation?"
"Oh, yes. If 1t went no further,
Young people are young people the
world over"
"What does that mean?"
"That they would not create imagi'
native heartaches if they were not
young. Better let things remain ex'
actly as they are. When all these
troubles are settled finally, the lesser
trouble may be talked over sensibly.
But this is not the time. There is no
news. Goodnight"
Norton returned to his chair, gloom
Ter than ever. With his feet upon the
window sill he stared and stared and
dreamed and dreamed till hand fell
upon his shoulder. 1t belonged to one
of the office boys.
'Note fr you, sir"
Norton read it and tore 1t into little
pieces. Then he rose and distributed
the pieces in the several yawn1ng
waste baskets which streWed the aisle
leading to the city desk.
I'm not wanted for anything?" he
asked.
mo. Clear OUT" laughed the night
city editor. "The sight Of you Is put
ting everybody in the gloom ward"
Norton went down to the street. At
the left of the entrance he was quietly
joined by man whose arm was car
ried in a sling. He motioned Norton
to get into the taxicab. They were
dropped in a deserted spot in River
dale. On foot they went forward to
their destination, which proved to be
the deserted hangar of the aviator,
William Orts.
81 want you to tell Jones that tug
and several divers are at work on the
spot where he threw the chest. That's
all. Now, DOCTOR rewind this arm OF
mine."
The amateur surgeon made a very
good job of it; not for nothing had he
Fol arI fn thn front
did they find anything?"
Not up to date. But we might II
we cared to. They have left buoy
over the spot they're exploring. But
just now 1t floats a quarter OF a
mile to the east of the spot"
"Who were the men in the motor
boat that chased Jones'"
"Only Jones can tell you. Queer old
codger, eh?"
"a bit stubborn. He wants to handle
1t without police assistance"
"And he's right. We are not aiming
to arrest anyone" sinisterly. There
can't be any draw to this game. Here,
no smoking. Too much gas afoat."
Norton put the cigarettes back into
his pocket. whats the real news"
he demanded. "You would not bring
me out here Just to rebandage that
arm. 1t really did not need 1t. Come,
out with It,"
you're sharp"
I'm paid to be sharp"
I've found where the Black Hun
dred holds its sessions"
"By George, that's news!"
"The room above is vacant. A little
hole in the ceiling, and who knows
what might happen?"
What do you want me to do?"
"Tell Jones When the next meet.
ing come around I'll advise you. I've
stumbled upon dissatisfied member.
So, buck up, as they say. We've got
two ends of the net down, and with
a little care we'll have them all. Now
let me have q hundred"
Norton drew ont packet Of bills
and counted off five twentles.
"Why don't you draw the cash your
self"
ut happens to be in your name,
son."
Il forgot" said Norton. "But what
a chance for me! Nearly five thou
sand, all mine for ticket to Algiers!"
A grunt was the only reply.
II want you to tell me about the