The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1915-03-11
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CHAPTER XIV.
Another Trap Set.

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II the truth is to be told, Jones was
A deeply chagrined over the outcome
of the counterfeit deal as was Bra1ne.
They had both failed signally to reach,
the goal sought. But this time the or
ganization had broken even with JONES',
and this fact disturbed the butler. 1t;
might signify that the turning point
had been reached, and that in the fu-
ture the good luck might swing over to
the side of the Black Hundred. Jones';
redoubled his cautions, reiterated MS
warnings, and slept less than ever.
Indeed. as he went over the ground
he conceded point to the Black Hun
dred. He would no longer be able
to keep tab on the organization. They
had deserted their former quarters
absolutely The agent of whom they
had leased the building knew nothing.
except that he would have to repair
the place. The rent had been paid q:
year in advance, as 1t had been these
last eight years. He had dealt through.
an attorney who knew no more OF MS
clients than the agent. So it will be
seen that Jones had in reality received
q check.
More than all this, 1t would give his
| enemies renewed confidence: and this
was deeper menace than he cared
| to face. But he went about his al
fairs as usual, giving no hint to any
one of the mental turmoil which nao
possession of him.
| It is needless to state Norton did.
not scoop his rivals on the counter
felt story. But he set to work explor-
| ing the cellar of the Quilted building.
and in one corner he found battered
i die. He turned this over to the secret
service men. There was one man ne
wanted to find-Vroon This man.
could he find him, should be made to
lead him, Norton, to the new strong
hold. He saw the futility Of trying to
trap Braine by shadowing him. He
desired Braine to believe that his es-
cape from the freighter had been q
bit of wild luck and not precon-
'ceived plan. Braine was out of reach
for the present, SO he began the search;
for the man vroon. He haunted the;
l,water front saloons for q week With
out success.
He did not know that 1t was the
policy of the Black Hundred to lay low.
for q month after a raid Of such .
serious character So the Hargreave
i MENACE had thirty days Of peace;
always watched, however. For Braine
never relaxed his viligance In that
part of the game. He did not care to
lose sight Of Jones, who he was posi-
tive was ready for fight II the slight
est opportunity offered itself.
Norton went back to the primrose
paths Of love; and sometimes he would
forget all about such thing as the
BLACK Hundred So the summer days
went by, with the lilacs and the roses
empowering the Hargreave home. But
Norton took note of the fact that
Florence was no longer the light
, hearted schoolgirl he had first met.
J Her trials had made serious woman
.of her, and perhaps this phase was all
the more enchanting to him. who had
his serious side also. Her young mind
was like an Italian garden. always
, opening new vistas for his admiring
gaze.
He went about his work the same as
n of old, interviewing, playing detective.
fattening his pay envelope by specials
to the Sunday edition and some OF the
lighter magazines. Sometimes he had
vague dreams Of writing play, a
novel. and making tremendous for
tune like that chap Manders, who only
few years ago had been his desA
mate. He really began the first chap
ter Of novel; but that has nothing
0 to do with this history.
All ready, then The chess are once
more on the board. and it is the move
of the Black Hundred.
The day was rather cloudy. Jones
viewed the sky YEARLY. He coult
hear Florence playing rather a cheer
6 less nocturne by Chopin. Fourteen
weeks ago this warfare had begun. and
all he had accomplished, he and those
" with him, was the death or incarcera
= ton of few inconseQuent members o.
the Black Hundred. Always they STRUCK
and always he had to ward on. HI
had always been on the defensive
le and defensive fighter may last
y long while, but he seldom wins; ant
is the butler knew that they must vii
ID or 70 down in bitter defeat. Their
was no half way route to the end
= there could be no draw. It all reminde'
him of thunderbolts; one man knew
where they were going to strike.
The telephone rang; at the sam
"a moment Florence left the piano. Sh
stopped at the threshold.
Hello! You? Where have yo'
. been? What has happened?"
n who is it," asked Florence, steI
~ ping forward.
!. Jones held up warning hand. an
j Florence paused.
~ Eyes, yes; hear perfectly. O
" You've been working out their nev
70 quarters? Good, good! But be YER
ern