The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1915-01-08

Spider" Beggs gasped, it was so
unexpected; but at the same time al
most instinctively he plunged head
long through the window, and the bull
let which followed shipped a lock Of
his hair. He threw himself of the
veranda and scurried across the lawn,
zigzag fashion. But no more bullets
followed.
Jones turned on the lights and in
vestigated the room, but he could not
find anything disturbed, and naturally
came to the conclusion that the in
truder had been interrupted before he
had begun his work. He turned off
the lights and sat up the major part
of the night Nothing more happened.
Florence came down, but he sent her
back to bed, explaining that some one
had attempted to enter the house and
he had taken a shot at him.
Spider" Beggs had a letter to write.
He was in high feather. He had
tackled a difficult Job and had come
away without a scratch. But he had
] the misfortune to write his letter to
the secret service officials in a hotel
often frequented by Norton. And so
jim, on finishing his own letter, blotted
it and casually glanced at the blotter
A single word caught his eye. Being
an alert newspaper man. always on the
hunt for stories, he examined the blot
ter with care. It was an easy matter
for him to read writing backward,
having fooled away many an hour in
the composing rooms. The word which
had awakened the reportorial sense
in him was counterfeit" He held
the blotter toward the mirror and
read enough to satisfy himself that
the Black Hundred had become active
once more. And this was one Of the
best ideas they had yet conceived.
Hargreave had always been some
thing Of a mystery to his neighbors
Where he had lived in other days was
unknown; neither had any one the re
hottest idea from what source his
riches had been obtained. And moth
ing was known Of Jones or the daugh
ter. It was a very shrewd method
of clearing every one out Of the house
and leaving It to be examined at leis
ure. And he had fallen upon thii
thing; he, Norton, all because hi
tailor had written him a sharp mote
about his bill and he had been pro
voked to reply in kind Counterfeit
: money. There was quite a furry thes'
days over certain issues of spurious
paper. It was so good that only ez
perts could detect It, There we're twl
/, plates, one for a ten and another for
,, twenty. For a while he was pulled b.
tween duty and love. Well, it woul
only add another interesting chapte
to the general story when he publishe
> it, He started out to Riverdale to az
quaint Jones with the discovery.
J "Humphl" said Jones; mot a ba
+, idea this. So that's what the snea
= was doing here last night I've bee
wondering and wondering. Let's hav
a look"
He went through the books and G
: length came across the three volume
These held a thousand in exceller
counterfeit.
q Mighty good work that. Whs
= are you going to do?" asked the r
= porter.
a Jones rubbed his chin rehectivel
q How long may a counterfeiter I
a sent up?"
n Anywhere from ten to tweni
years"
= That will serve. Ny boy, this tin
= We'll go and take Mr.. Black Hu
: dred right in his cubby hole.
"a You know where It is?"
N Every nook and corner Of 1t. No
n you go at once to the chief Of the loo
"A branch Of the secret service and p
"a the matter to him frankly. !. Flo
IL ence. Susan, and the rest Of US mu