The Raymer enterprise., 1915-05-27

deed. no one could blame him for
that. Merely to have been singled out
by this amazing master criminal was
enough to cause panic. Already he
had engaged detectives, prepared for
whatever might happen. and they had
advised him to leave the diamonds in
the counter, clear the store and let
the crooks try anything. II they dared.
Just back Of US, and around the cot
ner. as we came in, we had noticed q
Limousine which had driven up. Three
faultlessly attired dandies had entered
a doorway down the street, as We
learned afterward, apparently going to
a fashionable tailor's which occupied
the second floor of the old-fashioned
building, the first floor having been
renovated and made ready for renting.
Had we been there q moment sooner
we might have seen, l suppose, that
one Of them nodded to taxicab driv.
er, who was standing at public hack
stand a few feet up the block. The
driver nodded unostentatiously back
at the man.
In spite Of the excitement, Kennedy
quietly examined the showcase, which
was, indeed, veritable treasure store
Of brilliants ..l.
Slowly the hands OF the clock came
nearer together at noon.
We all gathered about the showcase,
with its glittering hoard Of wealth.
forming a circle at q respectable dis
tance.
In deep-lunged tones the clock
! played the chords written. l believe
| by Handel. Then 1t began striking.
Nothing had happened.
We all breathed sigh Of relief.
well, 1t Is still there!" exclaimed
Martin, pointing at the showcase with
a forced laugh.
Suddenly came rending and crash
ing sound. 1t seemed as II the very
floor on which we stood was giving
way.
The showcase, with all Its priceless
contents, went smashing into the eel
lar below. wf+
The flooring beneath the case had
been cut through!
All crowded forward. gazing at the
black, yawning cavern.
Down below, three men, covered
with smocks and their faces hidden
by masks. had knocked the props
away from the ceiling of the cellar
which they had sawed almost through
at their leisure, and the showcase had
landed eight or ten feet below, shiv
cred into thousand bits.
A volley Of shots whizzed past US
and another. While one crook was
hastily stufing the untold wealth Of
Jewels into a burlap bag the others
had drawn revolvers and were firing
up through theShole in the floor des
perately.
Look out!" cried someone behind
us before we could recover from our
first surprise and return the fire.
One of the desperadoes had taken a
bomb from under his smock, lighted II
and thrown 1t up through the hole in
the floor.
| 1t sailed up over our heads and land
ed near our little grorp. on the floor
the fuse sputtering ominously.
heard an exclamation Of fear from
Elaine.
Kennedy had pushed his way past
us and picked up the deadly internal
machine in his bare hands.
I watched him, fascinated. As near
as he dared. he approached the hole In
the floor. still holding the thing or at
arms length. Would he never throw
II?
He was coolly holding 1t. allowing
the fuse to burn down closer to the
explosion point.
It was now within less than an inch
of sure death.
Suddenly he raised It and hurled the
deadly thing down through the hole.
We could hear the imprecaticns OF
the crooks as 1t struck the cellar floor,
near them.
Leave the store-quick!" rang out
Kannedy's voice.
Down below the crooks were beat.
ing a hasty retreat through {: secret
entrance which they had effected.
The bag! The bag!" we could
hear one Of them below.
The bomb-run!" cried another
voice gruf11y.
The explosion that followed lifted
us fairly off our feet.
As the smoke from the explosion
cleared away. Kennedy could b. seen,
the first to run forward.
Meanwhile Martins detectives had
rushed down flight of back stairs
that led into coal cellar. With coal
shovels and bars, anything they could
lay hands on, they attacked the door
that opened forward from the coal eel
lar into the front basement where
the robbers had heen.
A moment Kennedy and Bennett
paused on the brink Of The abyss
which the bomb had made. waiting for
the smoke to decrease. Then they
began to climb down cautiourly over
the piled.up wreckage.