Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-03-12
FINAL EPISODE
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Tie
Million
Dollar
Mystery
The Secret Of III. Million.

CHAPTER XIII.

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II will be remembered that Count
ess Olga had darted up the stairs dur
ing the struggle between Braine and
bis captors The police who had fol-
lowed her were recalled to pursue one
OF the lesser rogues. This left Olga
free for a moment. She stole out and
down as far as the landing.
Servan. the Russian agent. stood
waiting for the taxicab to roll up to
the porte cochere for himself, Braine.
and Vroon. Norton had taken Flor
ence by the hand, ostensibly to con-
duct her to the million. Suddenly
Braine made a dash for liberty Nor
ton rushed after him. Just as he
reached Braine a shot was heard.
Braine whlrled upon his heels and
crashed to the floor.
Olga. intent upon giving injury to
Norton, whom she regarded equally
with Hargreave as having brought
about the downfall. had hit her lover
instead. With a cry OF despair she
dashed back into F1orence's room,
quite ready to end II all. She raised
the revolver Il her temple. ~shuddered.
and lowered the weapon; SO tena-
ciously do we cling to life.
Below they were all stunned by the
s~uddenness OF the shot. Instantly
they sought the fallen mans side and
a hasty examination gave them the
opinion that the man was dead. Hap
PLY a doctor was on the way, Servan
having given a call. as one Of the
Black Kindred had been badly
wounded.
But what to do with that mad WON
an upstairs? Hargreave advised them
10 wait. The house was surrounded;
she could not possibly escape ave by
one method. and perhaps that would
be the best for her. H~argreave
looked gravely at Norton as he Of
fered this suggestion. The reporter
understood: the millionaire was viii.
ing to give the woman a chance.
"And you are my fatherT' said
Florence, still bewildered by the amaz.
ing events. But I Cont understand"
her gaze rowing from the real Jones
to her fatner.
Il don't doubt 1t, child" replied Har
greave. 'T1l explain. When I hired
Jones here. who is really Jedson oI
Scotland Yard, I did so because we
looked alike when shaven. 1t was
Jedson here who escaped by the bal
loon; It was Jedson who returned the
Ave thousand to Norton; 1t was Jed
son who was wounded In the arm
1t was he who watched the doings OIL
the Black Hundred and kept me rea
sonably well informed. / myself
guarded you, my child. Last night
unbeknown to you. I left. and the rea
Jones-for It is easier to call hin
that-took my place."
"And I never saw the dIfferencel'
exclaimed Florence.
THAT is natural" smiled the IA
Their. you were thinking of Morton
here instead Of me. Eh?"
Florence bIushed.
"Well, why notf Here, Norton!'
The millionaire took Florence's hand
and placed II In the reporters. III
seems that I've got to lose her after
all. Kiss her. man; in heavens name
kiss herl" 4
And Norton threw his arms around
the girl and kissed her soundly, care
less OF the fact that he was observed
by both enemies and friends.
Suddenly the policeman who had
been standing by the side Of Brain,
ran into the living room.
He's aIivei Braine is alivei n,
Just stirred"
What" exclaimed Morton ant
Hargreave. in a single breath.
Yes. siri I saw his hands move
IT'S a good thing we sent for a doc
tor. He ought to be along here abou
now"
Even as he spoke the bell RAM
and they all surged out into the hall
forgetting for the moment all abou
the million. Olga hadn't killed tn,
man. then? The doctor knelt besid,
the stricken man and examined him
He shrugged.
viii he liver"
Certainly. A scalp wound tina
laid him out for a few moments. Hell
be all right In a few days. He wa
lucky. A quarter of an inch lowe
and he'd have passed in his checks"
Good" murmured Servan- IS
v friend will accompany me bac
10 good Russian Oh. we'll Re kind I
him during the journey. Have hir
taken TO the hospital ward at tn
Tombs. Now for the little lady vi
stairs"
A moment later Braine opened hi
ayes and the policeman assisted hil
20 hi1 feet. Servan with a nod O
iered the police to help the woun,
ed man to the taxicab which ha
Just arrived. Braine. now who'll
conscious, flung back one look
hatred toward Hargreave; and thi
was the last either Florence or b,
father aver saw OF Braine Of the Blas
Hundred--a fine specimen Of a mt
gone wrong through greed and an 1
ordinate lust for revenge.