The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1915-01-27
The
Million
Dollar
Mystery

an hour or so of exhilaration? NO,
and never will I. I'm keen about the
gray matter I've got, and by the Lord
Harry, I'm going to keep it. There's
only one dope fiend in the Hundred
and he's one of the best decoys we
have; SO we let him have his coke
whenever he really needs it. But this
man FELTON, has seen my face. Some
day he'll see it again, ask questions
and then :"
Then what?'
"a burial at sea-" he laughed. The
laughter died swiftly as it came
Threw It into eight hundred feet oil
water. on a bar where the sands are
always shifting. He'll never find It,
even If he took the range He could
| not have got a decent one The sun
was dropping and the shadows were
| long. He threw the chest into the
water and then began pegging away
at US, cool as you please, and fired
| our tank"
1T looks to me as If he had wasted
his time"
THAT depends. Between you and
me and the gate-post I've a sneakine
idea that this man Jones, whom no
body has given any particular atten'
ton. is a deep, clever man. He may
have been honestly attempting to find
new hiding place; the advertisement
in the newspaper may have drawn
him. He may have thrown the box
over in pure rage at seeing himself
checkmated. Again, the whole thing
may have been worked up for our
benefit, a blind But II that's the
case, Jones has us on the hip, for we
can't tell. But we can do what in all
probability he expects we'll cease to
do-watch him just as shrewdly as
before"
Olga caught his hand and drew him
down beside her. II wasn't going tc
bother you tonight, but 1t may mean
something vital"
"What?" alertly.
For reply she rose and walked ovel
to the light button. She pressed II
and the apartment became dark.
Come over to the window, quick
She dragged him across the room
over the way, the house with thu
marble frontage"
A man emerged, lit cigarette, ant
walked leisurely down the street.
"No!" she cried, as Blaine turned
to make for the door doubtless will
, the intention of finding out who thi
man was. Every night after you
leave he appears"
Does he follow me?"
mo. And that's what bothered M
at first. I believed he was watching
some apartment above. But regularl
when l turn out the lights he come
forth. So there's no doubt that h
e watches you enter and takes note O
your departure"
I But doesn't follow me. That's ode
= What the devil is his idea?"
I'D give a good deal to learn"
The shadow and the glowing cigal
e cite disappeared around the corner
: and the lights in the apartment wer
turned on again.
o Hes gone You really think he
watching me?"
: "He is watching this apartment.
know that much"
. And even at that moment the watcl
. er was watching from his vantage b.
= hind the corner.
- "Suspicious!" he murmured. tossin
the cigarette into the gutter. They'r
watching me for change. I'll dro
out. know what know. It's a gres
:, world. It's fine to be alive and kickin
2, on top of It," He went on witho,
haste and took the subway train Il
4 downtown.
rs there any way I could get nes
him?" asked Braina
Tomorrow night you might leav
by the Janitor's entrance. I'll kee
the lights on till you're outside. The
I'll turn them of and you can folio
i and learn who he is"
y Its mighty important"
Don't scowl At your age wrink
is apt to remain II you once get
Ie started"
= He laughed "Wrinkles!" She cou
talk of wrinkles!
:, "They are more important than W
think. Every morning | rub out Il
wrinkle go to bed with"
g Il wish you could rub out the &c
eral stupidity which is wrinkling n
: brain. I've made three moves al
failed in each. What's come ov
me?"
Perhaps you've had too many su
cesses. The wheel of chance is I
ways turning around"
May l smoker"
Thanks. At least 1t proves you st
have some consideration for me. "
would smoke whether 1t was agreeab
or not. But like the odor of go
cigar. And it always helps you
think"
Braine lit the cigar and began b
customary pacing. At length
paused.