The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-03-18

upon his shoulder. 1t belonged to one
of the office boys.
Note fr you. sir"
Norton read il and tore II into little
pieces. Then he rose and distributed
the pieces in the several ~yawning
waste baskets which strewed the aisle
leading to the city desk.
I'm not wanted for anything" he
asked.
mo. Clear OUT" laughed the night
city editor. The sight Of you is put
ting everybody in the gloom ward"
Norton went down TO the street. At
the left OF the entrance he was quietly
Joined by a man whose arm was car
ried in a sling. He motioned Norton
to get into the taxicab. They were
dropped in a deserted spot III River
dale. On foot they went forward to
their destination, which proved to be
the deserted hangar of the aviator,
William Orts.
Il want you to tell Jones that a tug
and several divers are at work on the
spot where he threw the chest. That's
all. Now, doctor, rewind this arm of
mine"
The amateur surgeon made a very
, good job Of it; not for nothing had he
followed fighting armies to the front.
did they find anything"
Not up to date. But we might if
we cared to. They have left a buoy
over the spot they're exploring. But
just now it floats a quarter Of a
mile to the east of the spot"
who were the men in the motor
boat that chased Jones'"
only Jones can tell you. Queer old
codger, eh?"
"A bit stubborn. He wants to handle
it without police assistance"
And he's right. We are not aiming
to arrest anyone" ~sinisterly. There
can't be any draw to this game. Here.
no smoking. Too much gas afloat."
Norton put the cigarettes back into
his pocket. Whats the real news?"
he demanded. You would not bring
me out here just to rebandage that
arm. 1t really did not need ii. Come,
out with IT,"
You're sharp"
I'm paid to be sharp
I've found where the Black Hun.
dred holds its sessions"
by George, that's news!'
The room above is vacant. A little
hole in the ceiling, and who knows
what might happen"
uNNLat 40 ,.A,, xrn,t 80 a. A. 90,
Tell Jones. When the next meet.
ing come around III advise you. I've
stumbled upon a dissatisfied member,
So, buck up, as they say. We've got
two ends of the net down. and with
a little care well have them all. Now
let me have a hundred"
Norton drew out a packet of bills
and counted off five twenties.
why don't you draw the cash your
self"
1t happens to be in your name
SON
II forgot" said Norton. But what
a chance for me! Nearly five thou
sand, all mine for n ticket to Algiers!'
A grunt vas the only reply.
Il want you to tell me about the
Perigoff woman"
II know only one thing-that Braine
is there every night
moi"
The orders are for you to play the
game just as you are playing it. When
we strike, 1t must be the last blow
All this hide-and-seek business may
look foolish 10 you. It's like that Jap
anese game called 'jo.' Ii looks sim
pie, but chess is a tyro's game be
side it. Can you find your way back
all right?"
II can"
We'll, you'd better be going. That's
all the light | have. in this torch here
Got a lot to do tomorrow and need
Sleep"
Norton stole away with great eau
ton. His first intention was to pro
coed straight to the city. but de
spite his resolution he found himself
within a quarter of an hour gains
up at the windows Of the Hsrgreave
house. Not at home!"
Quite unconscious of the fact. he
was as close to death as any mortal
man might care to be. The police
man suddenly looming up under the
arc lamp proved to be his savior"
The lull made Jones doubly alert
He was positive that they were pre-
pairing to strike again. But from what
direction and in what manner? He
had not met the gift of c~lairvoyance
so he had to wait; and waiting is 9
terrible game when perhaps death i:
balancing the scales. 1t is Away.
easier to make an assault than t
await it: and 1t Is a good general wnt
always finds himself prepared.
But II made his heart ache to watch
the child. She went about cheerful,
when any one al in the % Will
her. Many a time, however. he hat
. stolen to the door of her bedroom ant
heard the h~eart-rending sobs. a vail
attempt being made to stife then
among the pillows. She was onl,
eighteen; 1t was first love; and frs
loves are pale. evanescent attach
ments. 1t hurt now: but she would