The Ely miner., 1915-10-08

nlgn. Sno looked puzzled. On the
floor was another tray almost identi
cal.
THE wrong trunk" she smiled tc
herself, lifting the tray out and put
ting the other one in, while she placed
the first tray with the torpedo con
cealed in the other, unmarked trunk
| where it belonged Then she closed
the first trunk.
A moment later the expressman en-
| tered, with Bertholdi.
you may take that one," indicated
Elaine.
Miss Dodge, here's something else
to go in,' said Bertholdi in despera
tion, picking up her dress.
Never mind. Put it in the Other
| trunk"
Bertholdi was bafled, but she man
aged to control herself. She must gel
word to Del Mar about that trunk
marked "E. Dodge"
Late that afternoon, before a cheap
restaurant, might have been seen ole
old friend who had posed as Bailey
and as the Mexican. He entered the
restaurant and made his way to the
first of row of booths on one side.
Hello" he nodded to girl in the
| booth.
Bertholdi nodded back and he took
his seat. She had begged an hour
| or two Off On some pretext.
| Ontct6o fho roctourox&
bearded man had been standing look
ing intently at nothing in particular
| when Bartholdi entered AS Bailey
came along, he followed and took the
next booth, his hat pulled over his
eyes. In a moment he was listening
his ear close up to the partition.
well, what luck?" asked Bailey
Did you get clue?"
II had the torpedo model in my
hands, she replied excitedly telling
the story. 1T is in a trunk marked
''E. Dodge"
All this and more the bearded
stranger drank in eagerly.
A moment later Bailey and Bar
tholdi left the booth and went out OF
| the restaurant, followed cautiously by
the stranger. On thes street the two
emissaries of Del Liar stopped mo-
ment to talk.
All right, III telephone him." she
said as they parted in opposite direc
tions.
The stranger took an instant tC
make up his mind, then followed the
| girl. She continued down the street
until she came to a store with tele
phone booths. The bearded stranger
followed still, into the next booth, but
did not call number. He had his
ear to the wall.
He could hear her call Del Mar
and although he could not hear De
Mars answers, she repeated enough
for him to catch the drift. Finally, she
came out, and the stranger, instead
of following her further, took the 9th
er direction hurriedly.
Del Mar himself received the news
with keen excitement. Quickly he
gave instructions and prepared to
leave his rooms.
A short tirae later his car pulled uT
before the La Costa and in long
duster and cap, Del Mar jumped in
and was off.
Scarcely had his car swung up the
avenue when, from an alleyway down
the street from the hotel the chug
chug of a motorcycl, sounded. a
bearded man, his face further hidden
by pair of goggles, ran out with his
machine, climbed on and followed.
On out into the country Del Mars
car sped. At every turn the motorcy
Gle dropped back bit, observed the
turn, then crept up and took it, too
So they went for some time.
On the level of the Grand Contra
| where the trains left for the Connect
cut shore where Elaine's summer home
was located. Bailey was now edgins
his way through the late crowd dowr
the platform. He paused before the
baggage car just as one of the bag
| gage motor trucks rolled up loaded
| high with trunks and bags. He stepped
back as the men loaded the baggage
on the car, watching carefully.
AS they tossed on one trunk marked
''E. Dodge" he turned with subtle
look and walked away. Finally ht
squirmed around to the other plat
| form. No one was looking and hi
mounted the rear Of the baggage cal
and opened the door. There was th'
baggage man sitting by the side door
his back to Bailey. Bailey closed the
door softly and squeezed behind pill
| of trunks and bags.
| >
Finally Del Mar reached spot OF
the railroad where there were both
curve and grade ahead. He stopped
his car and got out.
Down the road the bearded and cog
gled motorcyclist stopped Just in time
to avoid observation. To make sure
he drew a pocket field glass and lev
eled it ahead.
wait here" ordered Del Mar. "T'l
call when l want you"
Back on the road the bearded cy
clist could see Del Mar move down th
track though he could not hear tn
directions. 1t was not necessary, how
ever He dragged his machine int
the bushes, hid it, and hurried dowl
the road on foot.
Del Mars chauffeur was waitin;
idly at the wheel when suddenly tn
cold nose of revolver was stucl
under his chin.
mot a word-and hands up-or II
let the moonlight through you,
growled out a harsh voice.