The Spectator., 1916-04-21
The chauffeur jumped into the car and Jones took the seat beside him.

10 anu tHS TcSL Ok it trailed away, smothered in the vio- lent thunder of the big six's engines.
 During the cars flight several police men hailed it without success. Down this street, up that, round this corner, 50 miles an hour; and all the while Jones shouted; Faster, faster!"
 Within twelve minutes from the time it left the garage, the car stopped op- posite No. IS Grove street, and Jones got out.
 Wait here, Howard. If several men come rushing out, or 1 don't appear within ten minutes, fire your gun couple of times for the police. l don't want them if we can manage without. They'd only bungle.'
 All right, MT. Jones'" said the chauf- feur. He had, in the past quarter of an hour, acquired a deep and lasting respect for the butler chap. He was regular fellow, for all his brass but tons.
 As Jones reached the curb, Florence came forth as if on invisible wings. Jones caught her by the arm. She flung him aside with strength he had not dreamed existed in her slim body.
 Florence, I am Jones!"
 She stopped, recognized him, and without a word ran across the street to the automobile and climbed into the tonneau. Jones followed immediately.
 "Home!"
 The car shot up the dimly lighted street, shone palely for second under the corner lamp, and vanished.
 An child, child!" groaned the man at her side, all the tenseness gone from his body. He was Jones again.
 Still she did not speak but stared ahead with unseeing eyes.
 No further reproach fell from the buffers lips. It was enough that God had guided him to her at the appointed moment. He felt assured that never again would she be drawn into any trap. Poor child, What had they said to her, done to her? How, in Gods name, had she escaped from them who never let anybody escape? Presently she would become normal, and then she would tell him.
 T found the lying note You dropped it.
 Horrible, horrible." she said almost inaudibly.
 What did they do to your"
 He said he was my father. He put his arms around me. And l knew."
 Knew what?"
 That he lied I cant explain
 Don't try!"
 Suddenly she laid her head against the buffers shoulder and cried. It was terrible to hear youth weep in this fashion. Jones put his arm about her, and tried to console her.
 "Horrible!" she murmured between the violent hiccoughs. q was wrong, wrong. Forgive mel"
 Unconsciously the arm sustaining her drew her closer.
 Never mind," he consoled. Tell no one what has happened. Go about as usual. Don't let even Susan know Whatever your poor father did vas for your sake. He wanted you to be happy, Wlliode q SdiC III lhC Noiids
 q promise" And gradually the sobs ceased But I feel so old, Jones, so very old. l threw over the lamp. l threw a chair through the window. They thought that it was l who had jumped out. That gave me the neces- sary time. I don't understand how I did it. I wasn't frightened at all till l gained the street.
 They found Susan still seated in the chair, the automatic in her lap. She had not moved in all this time!
 
 Braine paced the apartment of the Princess Perigoff. From the living room to the boudoir and back, fully twenty times From the divan Olga watched him nervously. He was like a tiger, fresh in captivity. All at once he paused in front of her.
 Do you realize what that mere chit did?"
 q do."
 Planned to the minute. We had her; seven of us; doors locked, and all that. No weeping, no wailing; 1
  now. It's in the blood Hargreave was, i, as peaceful as a St. Bernard dog, till you cornered him, and then he was a lion, O, the devil! Slipped out of our fingers like an eel And across the street, Jones in racer! l never paid any particular attention to Jones, but from now on I shall. The girl may or may not know where the money is, but Jones does. Jones does! Two men shall watch. Felton on the street and Orloff from the windows of the de- serted house. With opera glasses he, will be able to take note of all that happens in the house during the day. He will be able to see the girls room. And that's the important point It was good plan, little woman; and 1t would have been plain sailing if only we had remembered that the girl was Hargreave's daughter. Be very care ful hereafter when you call on her. A night like this will have made her sus-