The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-02-19
Million Dollar
Mystery
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was nil; nor did Servan take his trio
back with him to Russia.
Many strange things happened that
night, the night Of the final adven.
ture.
Florence sat in her DOR reading.
The book was "Oliver Twist" not the
pleasantest sort of book to read un.
der the existing circumstances. Sew.
eral times-she had reached the place
where Fagin overheard Nancy's con.
fession-she fancied she heard doors
closing softly, but credited it to her
imagination. Poor Nancy, who want.
ed to be good but did not find time to
be! Florence possessed a habit ia
miliar to most of us; the need OF ap
pies or candy when we are reading
So she rang the bell for her maid,
intending to ask her to bring up some
apples. She turned to her reading,
presently to break off and strike the
bell again. Where was that maid? She
waited perhaps five minutes, then laid
down the book and began to investi
gate.
There was not a servant to be founG
in the entire house! What in thu
world could that mean? Used as sht
was to he%artrending suspense. she wa,
hone the less terrified. Something hat
taken the servants from the house.
From whence was the danger to come
this time? Where was Jones? Why
did he not return as he had promised?
1t was long past the hour when he
said he would be back.
She went into the library and picked
up the telephone. She was told that
Mr.. Norton was out on al assignment,
but that he would be notified the mo-
ment he returned. She opened a draw.
er in the desk. She touched the au-
tomato. but did not take it up. She
left the drawer open, however.
Earlier, at the newspaper office that
night, Jim went into the managing ed.
itor's ONCE and laid bulky manu-.
script on that sentleman's desk.
lis this it,"
1T is," said Jim.
you have captured them1"
No; but there IL 4 net about them
from which not one shall escape.
There's the story Of my adventures. OF
the adventures of Miss Harxfeave and
the butler, Jones. You'll ind 1t ex'
citing enough. You might just as well
send 1t up to the composing room. AT
midnight I'll telephone the introduc'
ton. It's 4 scoop. Don't worry about
that"
The editor rified the pages.
"A hundred and twelve pages. 300
words to the page; man it's q novel;
It'll read like one"
sit down for q moment and let me
skim through the first story"
AT the end OF ten minutes the editor
laid down the copy. He opened a draw
er and took out two envelopes. The
blue one he tore up and dropped into
the waste basket. Norton understood
and smiled. They had meant to dis
charge him II he fell down. The othel
envelope was . fat one.
open it," said the editor, smiling I
little to himself.
This envelope contained a check TO
81, 500. two round.trtp first.class ticket'
to Liverpool. together with innumer
able continental tickets such as ar
issued to tourists.
why two?" asked Jim, innocently
Forget it. my boy, forget it. Yo'
-.- S~~-, 49, To- thfc 0mNo vi
don't employ blind men. The who'll
staff is on. There you ares fat checl
and three months vacation. Go an
get married; and II you return befor'
the three months are up I'll fire yo'
myself on general principles"
Jim laughed happily and the tw
men shook hands. Then Jim wen
forth to complete the big assignment
: Five minutes later Florence called hir
up to learn that he had gone.
E What should she do? Jones ha
: told her to stay in the house and nc
to leave it. But where was he? VIII
{ did he not come? What was the meal
. ing of this desertion by the servants
She wandered about aimlessly, lookin
out of windows. imagining forms l
; the shadows. Her Imagination ha
+ not deceived her; she had heard door
+ close softly.
Susan. Susan!" she murmured; b'
= Susan was in the hospital.
x "Oliver Twist" What had possesse
her to start reading that old Ia
again? She should have read som
!. thing of a light and joyous characte
. After half an hours. wandering abo'
: the lonely house she returned to tt
library, feeling that she would /
safer where both telephone and r
volver were.
X And while she sat waiting for ST
* knew not what, her swiftly beatir
heart sending the blood into her thro'
:. so that it almost suffocated her, a ms
turned into the street and wake
= noiselessly toward the Hargrea'
place. He passed a man leanir
y against a 1amnnOSt hut he new,