White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-01-03

good-day to the Black in
America. The organization in Rus
STA has still some political signifi-
canoe, but on this side of the water
IL Is merely al aggregation Of merci-
less thugs"
"I'H take the first train out. But
you will tell Florence?"
Surely"
And lake care of you own heels
You were watched at the hotel"
Il know 1t; but the watcher could
learn nothing. Henri Servan as a
name will suggest nothing to the fool
who followed me. Besides, we both
know that he was trying TO peek
through the keyhole. That hotel.
you known. still retains the old fash
Toned k~eyholes."
To keep the maids in good hui
NOR, | suppose" laughed Jim.
We'll, must be on my way to make
that flyer"
The two shook hands and Jim hur-
ried off. The butler watched him
till he disappeared down the sub
way.
He's a good lad" he murmured,
and a brave lad; and money is only
an incident in human affairs after
all. Ill be a good angel and let the
two be happy, since they love each
other and have proved it in a thou
sand ways"
Meanwhile the Russian agent set
tied down before his writing port
folio, and once or twice as he wrote
he thought he heard a sound outside
the door. No doubt this butler of
Hargreave's had been watched and
followed. BY and by he rose, drew
his revolver, and tiptoed to the door
obliquely SO that the watcher outside
might not become aware of his APP
proaeh. Swiftly he swung back the
door and the member of the Black
Hundred stumbled into the room.
Almost instantly the Russian caught
~ ~ "A IA IN utlu uiul ~.
What were you doing outside my
door"
The a did not answer. He was
trying to collect his thoughts.
"A spy of some sort, eh?'
I'm a detective" said the man,
finally. thinking he saw his way
clear.
And what did you expect to learn
by looking through the keyhole OF
my door
You we're pointed out to ME as a
smuggler.'
Servan laughed. Show me your
badge of authority"
The man fumbled in his upper
Pocket, hoping against hope that the
muzzle OF the revolver would waver.
You're an ordinary thief de-
clared the Russian; "and as such |
shall instantly hand you over to the
hotel authorities unless you tell me
exactly who and what you are"
The man remained dumb. He hung
bet ween the devil and the deep sea.
II Re told The truth the organization
would soon learn the truth; If he
kept still he would be lodged in jail,
perhaps indefinitely. for he hadn't a
savory police record. Presently his
nerve gave way in lace OF the steady
eye and hand, and he confessed the
why and wherefore he had sought
the keyhole OF Servants room.
We are after this butler. Where
ever he goes VIZ follow"
We'll you've wasted your time. my
man. All ! am here for is to take
over some property Hargreave left
in France for sale. know nothing
about your private feuds. NJ go
out. But keep put of my WY; l am
not a peaceful man."
The spy tumbled out as he had
tumbled in by an act of gravity; and
Seryan was alone. He spent two days
in comparative idleness. Then
things began to wake up.
For a long time the leather box
across which was inscribed Stanley
Hargreaye" lay in peace undisturbed.
A busy spider had woven a trap
across the handle to the quaint lock.
The box was still badly stained from
It's immersion in the salt water. At
n certain time it was quietly with
drawn from Its hiding place. 1t was
stealthily opened. A hand reached
I'm and when il withdrew a packet of
papers was also Withdrawn. The box
was again locked and lowered; and
presently the spider returned to find
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