The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1915-03-11
CHAPTER XXI.
A Night Of Adventure.

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The federal government agreed tt
say nothing, to put no obstacles in the
way of the Russian agent, provided he
could -abduct his trio without serious
ly clashing with the New York police
authorities. 1t was recognized fact
that the local police force wanted the
newspaper glory which would attend
the crushing of the Black Hundred
1t would be an exploit. But their glory
was nil; nor did Servan take his trio
back with him to Russia.
Many strange things happened that
night. the night of the final adven.
ture
Florence sat in her room reading.
The book was oliver Twist not the
pleasantest sort of book to read un.
der the existing circumstances. Sew
eral times-she had reached the place
where Fagin overheard Nancy's con-
tession--she fancied she heard doors
closing softly. but credited it to her
imagination. Poor Nancy, who want
ed to be good but did not find time to
be! Florence possessed a habit ia.
mikar to most of us; the need of ap.
pies or candy when we are reading.
So she rang the bell for her maid,
intending to ask her to bring up some
apples. She turned to her reading,
presently to break off and strike the
bell again. Where was that maid? She
waited perhaps five minutes, then laid
down the book and began to invest
gate
There was not a servant to be found
in the entire house, What in the
world could that mean Used as she
was to heartrending suspense, she was
none the less terrified. Something had
taken the servants from the house.
From whence was the danger to come |
this time? Where was Jones? Why
did he not return as he had promised?
1t was long past the hour when he |
said he would be back.
She went into the library and picked
up the telephone. She was told that
MIR. Norton was out on an assignment.
but that he would be notified the mo-
ment he returned She opened draw
er in the desk. She touched the au-
tomato, but did not take it up. She
left the drawer open, however.
Earlier, at the newspaper Office that
night. Jim went into the managing ed
itor's office and laid bulky manu-
script on that gentleman desk.
Is this it, =
1T is said Sim.
You have captured them?"
No; but there is a net about them
from which not one shall escape.
There's the story of my adventures, of
he adventures of Miss Hargreave and
The butler, Jones. You'll find it ex-
citing enough. You might just as well
send it up to the composing ROOM At
midnight III telephone the introduc-
ion. It's scoop Don't worry about
hat"
The editor riffled the pages.
"A hundred and twelve pages. 300
words to the page; man it's novel;"
'Itll read like one
Sit down for moment and let me
kim through the first story"
At the end of ten minutes the editor
aid down the copy. He opened draw
r and took out two envelopes. The y
Tue one he tore up and dropped into .
he waste basket. Norton understood
nd smiled They had meant to dis =,
barge him if he fell down. The other :.
nvelope was fat one.
open it," said the editor, smiling ,
tile to himself.
This envelope contained check for ,
2 500. two round.trip first-class tickets ,
, Liverpool. together with innumer. !
BILE continental tickets such as are :
sued to tourists. ,
why two?" asked Jim, innocently. :
Forget it, my boy. forget it. You :
ught to know that in this office we :
ont employ blind men. The whole