White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-04-18
Girl, STENOGRAPHER SOLVES
THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY

but too we'll. Far better for her II
she put an end to life. She would
not live a veal in the God forsaken
SHOWS of Siberia.
MY kind father" said Florence,
as if she could read his thoughts.
Il had a hard time of it, my child.
1t was difficult to play the butler with
you about. The times that fought
down the desire to sweep you up in
my arms, But / kept an iron grip
on that impulse. 1t would have i'm
periled you. In some manner 1t
would have leaked out, and your life
and mine wouldn't have been worth
a button"
Florence threw her arms around
him and held him tightly.
THAT poor weak woman up
stairs." she murmured. Cant they
let her go?".
NO, dear. She has lost, and losers
pay the stakes. That's life. Norton,
you knew who | was all the time.
didn't you?"
Il did, Mr.. Hargreave. There was
a scar on the lobe of your ear; and
secretly | had often wondered at the
likness between you and the real
Jones. When l caught a glimpse of
that car then ! knew what the game
was. And I'll add you played it
amazingly well. The n flaw in
Braine's campaign was his hurry.
He started the ball rolling before get
ting all the phases clearly established
in his mind. He was a brave man
anyhow: and more than once he had
me where / believed that prayers only
were necessary"
And do you think that you can
lead Florence to the million?' asked
Hargreave, smiling.
For one thing, it is in her room
and has always been there. 1t never
was in the chest"
Not bad, not bad unused the
father.
but perhaps after all it will be
best If you show it to her Yourself"
Just a little uncertain" jibed the
millionaire.
Absolutely certain. will whis-
per in your ear where it is hidden"
Norton leaned forward as Hargreave
bent a%ttentively.
You've hit it," said the million
aire. But how in the world did you
guess It,"
Because it was the last place any
one would look for it. l judged at
the start hal you'd hide 1t in just
such a spot, in some place where you
could always guard it and lay your
hands on it quickly il needs said
must"
I'm mighty glad you were on my
side" said Hargreave. In a few
minutes we'll go up and take a look
at those packets of bills. There's a
very unhappy young woman there at
present"
1T is in my room cried Flor
ence.
Hargreave nodded.
Meantime the Countess Olga how
cred between two courses; a brave
attempt to escape by the window or
to turn the revolver against her
heart. In either case there was
nothing left in life for her. The
man she loved was dead below, kill
ed by her hand. She felt as though
she was treading air in some fantas-
teal nightmare. She could not go
forward or backward, and her heels
we're always within reach of her
pursuers.
So this was the end of things?
The dreams she had had of going
away with Braine to other climes.
the happiness she had pictured, all
mere chimeras. A sudden rage swept
over her. She would escape, she
would continue to play the game to
the end. She would show them that
she lad been the mans mate, not
his plant tool. She raised the win
dow and in slipped the policeman
who had patiently been waiting for
her. Instantly she placed the re-
volver at her temple. A quick clutch
and the policeman had her by the
wrist. She made one tigerish effort