Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1915-02-10
CHAPTER vi.

"Range!" he snarled "My girl,
haven't just told you that had to
fight for my life? My boat was in
flames We had to swim for it till
We We're picked up by Long Island
barge tug. ldon't know what became
CT the motorman He must have
headed straight for shore. And I'm
clad he did. Otherwise he'd be howl
Ing for the8: price OF another boat.
Olga, for this. first time I've had to
let one of the boys have a look at
my face. Doesn't know the name;
but enc Of these days he'll stumble
across it, and the result will be black
mail. unless I push him off into the
dark. 1t was accidental
The countess leaned forward, her
hands tightly clinched
But the box!"
Braine made gesture of despair.
LEO, are you using any drug these
days?"
Don't make fun Of me, Olga" i'm
patiently. Did you ever see me drink
more than pint of wine or smoke
more than two cigars in an evening?
Poor fools! What! let my brain go
into the wastebasket for the sake Of
an hour or so of exhilaration? No,
and never will l! I'm keen about the
gray matter I've got. and by the Lord
Harry, I'm going to keep it. There's
only one dope fend In the Hundred,
and he's one Of the best decoys we
have; so we let him have his coke
whenever he really needs it. But this
man FELTON, has seen my face. Some
day he'll sees.it again. ask questions,
and then
d Then what?"
"A burial at sea-" he laughed The
laughter died swiftly as it came
Threw it into eight hundred feet of
water. on bar where the sands are
always shifting. He'll never find it,
even If he took the range He could
not have got q decent one The sun
was dropping and the shadows were
long. He threw the chest into the
water and then began pegging away
at us, cool as you please, and fired
our tank"
1T looks to me as if he had wasted
his time"
'That depends. Between you and
me and the gate-post, I've sneaking
idea that this man Jones, whom no.
body has given any particular atten.
ton. is a deep. clever man. He may
have been honestly attempting to find
a new hiding place; the advertisement
in the newspaper may have drawn
him. Tle may have thrown the box
over IN pure rage at seeing himself
checkmated. Again, the whole thing
may have been worked up for our
benefit, blind. But if that's the
case, Jones has us on the hip, for we
can't tell. But we can do what in all
probability he expects veil cease to
do-watch b him just as shrewdly as
Olga caught his hand and drew him
down beside her Il wasn't going to
bother you tonight, but it may mean
something vital"
What" alertly.
For reply she rose and walked over
to the light button, She pressed it
and the apartment became dark.
Come over to the window, quick!"
She dragged him across the room.
Over the way, the house with the
marble frontage"
A man emerged, lit cigarette, and
walked leisurely down the street.
MOI she cried, as Blaine turned
% make for the door doubtless with
The intention of finding out who this
nan was. Every night after you
cave he appears"
Does he follow me?"
mo. And that's what bothered ma
1t first. l believed he was watching
some apartment above. But regularly
when | turn out the lights he comes
.orth. So there's no doubt that he
watches you enter and takes note Of
1our departure"
but doesn't follow me. That's odd
What the devil Is his idea?"
I'd givesa good deal to learn"
The shadow and the glowing cigar
stte disappeared around the corner
ind the lights in the apartment were
urned on again.
He's gone. You really think he's
Watching me?"
He is watching this apartment, I
fnow that much"
And even at that moment the watch.
II was watching from his vantage be,
lind the corner
"Suspicious!" he murmured, tossing
he cigarette into the gutter. They're
watching me for change. I'll drop
'ut. know what know. It's great
world It's fine to be alive and kicking
IN top Of It IS He went on without
taste and took thu subway train for.
Il DOWNTOWN
Is there any way colld get near
limp" asked Braine.
Tomorrow night you might leave
BY the janitor's entrance. I'll keep
the lights on till you're outside. Then