The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1915-04-22
CHAPTER XXI.
a Night Of Adventure.

a Night Of Adventure.
The federal government agreed to
say nothing, to put no obstacles in the
way of the Russian agent, provided he
could abduct his trio without serious
" clashing with the New York police
authorities. 1t was recognized fact
that the local police force wanted the
newspaper glory which would attend
the crushing of the Black Hundred.
II would be an exploit. But their glory
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 room 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 of 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 i servant to be found
IN the entire house! What in the
world could that mean? Used as she
was to heartrending suspense, she was
nome the less terrified. Something had
taken the servants from the house.
From whence was the danger to come
this time? Where was Jones? Wig
did be not return as he had promised?
Il 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 an assignment,
but that he would be notified the mo-
ment he returned. She opened draw
er in the desk. She touched the au-
tomato, but did not take it up. She
aeft the drawer open, however.
Earlier, at the newspaper office that
night, Jim went into the managing ed
1tors Office and laid a bulky manu-
script on that gentleman's desk.
rs this it?"
1T is,' said Jim.
You have captured them?"
NO; but there is net about them
from which not one shall escape.
There's the story of my adventures, Of
the adventures of Miss Hargreave and
the butler, Jones. You'll find 1t ex-
citing enough. You might just as well
send 1t up to the composing room. At
midnight I'll telephone the introduce
tlon. It's scoop. Don't worry about
that"
n. The editor riffled the pages.
A hundred and twelve pages, 300
words to the page; man it's novel;"
It'll read like one"
Sit down for moment and let me
skim through the first story"
AT the end of ten minutes the editor
iaio down the copy. He opened draw
er and took out two envelopes. The
Olue one he tore up and dropped into
'ne waste basket. Norton understood
ana smiled. They had meant to dis
charge him If he fell down. The other
Envelope was fat one.
Open It," said the editor. smiling q
Nttle to himself.
Inls envelope contained check for
s1'ooo, two round.trip first-class tickets
70 Liverpool. together with innumer-
ole continental tickets such as are
issued to tourists. u-
why two?" asked Jim, innocently.
FORGET 1t, my boy, forget it. You
lSusnt to know that in this office we
uoat employ blind men. The whole
e'an Is on. There you are, a fat check
aua three months vacation. Go and
se' married; and if you return before
que three months are up I'll fire you
myseir on general principles"
sim laughed happily and the two
aen shook hands. Then Jim went
r rvfln TO complete the big assignment.
I've minutes later Florence called him
~ 70 learn that he had gone.
w. Wnat should she do? Jones had
ner 10 stay in the house and not