Dresden enterprise and Sharon tribune. (Dresden, Tenn.) 1907-1997, 1915-06-11

suppose, Iaugneu Jill. wen, must
be on my way to make that flyer"
The two shook hands and Jim hur-
ried of. The butler watched him till
be disappeared down the subway.
Hes good lad" he murmured,
"and a brave lad; and money is only
an incident in human affairs after all.
I'll be a good angel and let the two
be happy, since they love each other
and have proved it in thousand
ways"
Meanwhile the Russian agent settled
down before his writing portfolio; and
once or twice as he wrote he thought
he heard sound outside the door.
No doubt this butler Of Hargreave's
had been watched and followed. By
and by he rose, drew his revolver, and
tiptoed to the door obliquely SO that
the watcher outside might not become
aware of his approach. Swiftly he
swung back the door and the member
of the Black Hundred stumbled into
the room. Almost instantly the Rus
sian caught him by the collar and
held him up.
What were you doing outside my.
door,"
The man did not answer. He was
trying to collect his thoughts. y Jl%
"a spy of some sort, eh?" ae.S
I'm a detective" said the man
finally, thinkingrhe saw his way clear.
"And what did you expect to- learn
by looking through the keyhole of my
door?"
Servan laughed. "Show me your
badge of authority" s, ~
The man fumbled in his upper
pocket, hoping against hope that the
muzzle of the revolver would waver.
you're an ordinary thief" declared
the Russian; "and as such | shall
instantly hand you over to the hotel
authorities unless you tell me exactly
who and what you are"
The man remained dumb He hung
between the devil and the deep sea.
If he told the truth the organization
would soon learn the truth; if he kept
still he would be lodged in Jail, per-
haps indefinitely, for he hadn't saw
DRY police record. Presently his
nerve gave way in face of the steady
eye and hand, and he confessed the
why and wherefore he had sought the
keyhole of Servants room.
eve are after this butler. Where
ever he goes we follow"
well, you've wasted your time, my
man. All I am here for is to take
over some property Mr.. Hargreave
left in France for sale. know
nothing about your private feuds.
Now, get out. But keep out of my
way; l am not a peaceful man."
The spy tumbled out as he had
tumbled in, by an act of gravity; and
Servan was alone. He spent two
days in comparative idleness. Then
things began to wake up.
For a long time the leather box
across which was inscribed STANLEY
Hargreave" lay in peace undisturbed.
A busy spider had woven trap
across the handle to the quaint lock.
The box was still badly stained from
its immersion in the salt water. At
certain time it was quietly with
drawn from its hiding place. 1t was
stealthily opened. A hand reached In
and when it withdrew packet Of
papers was also withdrawn. The box
was again locked and lowered; and
presently the spider returned to find
that his cunning trap had been to-
tally destroyed. With the infinite pa
tience of his kind he began the weav-
ing Of another trap. Perhaps this
would be more successful than its
predecessor.
Later Henri Servan received tele-
phone call. He was informed that his
purpose in America would be real
lied by his presence at such and such
box that night at the opera. Fur
Their information could not be given
over the telephone. Servan seemed
we'll satisfied. He dressed carefully
that evening, called up the office clerk
and inquired If his box tickets for the
opera had arrived. He was informed
that they had. Instantly the spy, who
had dared to linger about the hotel
overhearing this conversation, deter
mined to notify Braine at once. And
at the same time, Norton, in disguise,
determined not to lose sight of this
man whom he had set himself to
watch.
The spy left by one entrance and
jim by another. Jim had learned
what he desired: that the Russian
agent would be followed to the opera
and that 1t was going to be difficult
to hand the documents to him. The
spy entered drug store and tele-
phoned. Jim waited outside. When
the man came out he strolled up the
street and entered the nearest saloon.