The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-02-04

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Ort's hangar you ought to have pre-
pared against such a coup as flight
through the air"
Il admit it. But a daughter. Well,
] can bring him back" with a sinister
laugh. by the Lord Harry, ] have
him in my hands this time, that is, II
this girl turns out to be his daughter.
A million? Two, three. all he has in
the world. ] want you to pay a visit
right away. Watch the butler, Jones.
He'll lie, OF course; but note how he
treats the girl; and IL you get the
chance look around the walls for a
secret panel. He might not have car
ried away the cash at all. only enough
for his immediate needs. which would
account for that five thousand on the
man picked up at sea. IL could only
get inside hat house for an hour"
II believe I'll call at once. Leo,
was Hargreave the mans real name?"
Braine laughed. That is of 10 vital
consequence. He will be Hargreave
till the end of the chapter, dead or
alive. You can tell me the Jews at
dinner tonight"
So, later, when the butler accepted
her card at the door. loath as he
might be, there was nothing for him
to do but admit her.
Whom do o wish TO see,
madam" stepping back into the shad-
ow.
Miss Hargreave. I'm an old friend
Of her mothers"
There is no such person here"
ITO whom, then, does this hat be-
long?" she asked quietly. She waved
her hand i~ndolently toward the hall
rack.
Jones' lips frightened. THAT belongs
to Miss Gray. a kind of protege of Mr..
~Hargreave's."
Indeed, You have no objections
to my seeing her? My maiden name
was Olga Pushkin, cousin to Katrina,
wife of Stanley Hargreave. ! am, II
you will weigh the matter carefully,
n kind of aunt"
To Jones i. was as If ice had sud
uSE:!J conse Into contact with his
l.eart's blood. But as he still stood
in the shadow, she did not observe
the pallor of his face.
'1f you will state exactly why you
wish to see her. madam"
"You seem to possess authority
Yes, madam, absolute authority"
Jones produced his document and
presented it to her.
There is no flaw in that" she
agreed readily. Il wish to see the
child. l have told you why"
Very well, madam" Why had
taey not telegraphed the child, ven
on the train, TO return to Farlow's. He
knew nothing Of this woman, whether
she was an enemy or a friend. He
conducted his unwelCome guest into
the library.
How did you know hat she was
here." suddenly.
But she was ready. Il did not. But
the death OF Mr.. Hargreave brought
ne. And that youthful hat in the hall
vas a story all its own. Later | shall
show you some papers of my own.
You will have no cause to doubt them.
They have not the legal power of
yours. but they would find standing In
any court"
Jones turned and went In search Of
Florence.
The princess lost no time in begin
ming her Investigations, but she vast
Cd ho, ti,,a U.horo ,rog No aonra4
panel In evidence.
who is she?' asked Florence as
she looked at the card. did my ia
Their know princesses?"
Yes" said Jones briefly. BE very
careful what you say to her. Admit
nothing. She claims to be a cousin Of
your mother. Perhaps"
my mother?" Without waiting for
any further advice from Jones, whom
Florence In her young years thought
presuming upon his authority, she ran
downstairs to the library. Her mother,
to learn some fact about the mother
Of whom she knew nothing!
You knew my mother?" she cried
without ceremony.
He heard the princess say: 81 did,
my child; and heaven is witness that
you are the exact picture of her at
your age And l knew your father"
Jones Strengthened. his hands shut
tightly.
Tell me about my father!"
The princess smiled. 1t was Katrina
Pushkin come to life, the same impul-
%siveness. Il knew him but-slightly. |
was a mere child myself when he used
to pinch my cheeks. ! met him again
the other night, but he did not recog-
nize me; and ! could not find 1t in my
heart to awaken his memory in a pub
lie restaurant"
Presently Jones came in TO an.
nounce that two detectives requested
to see Florence. The two men en-
tered, informing her hat they had
been instructed to investigate the dis.
appearance OF Stanley Hargreave.
Who are you. miss?"
II am his daughter"
All"
One OF the detectives questioned
Florence infinitely while the other
wandered about the rooms. feeling the
walls, using the magnifying glass,
turning hack the rupS Evan tha