Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1916-12-04


Of policemen rushed up. Grant told them
briefly what had happened and they raced
away. The girl opened her eyes and sat
UP, supported by the reporter
Get me a taxi" she whispered.
She seemed able to walk. 80 he helped
her through the crowd and did her bid
ding. she got in with unexpected vigor,
explaining: He didn't hit me- but want
cd 10 make him think he did"
But what's Il all aboutf' demanded
the reporter as he followed her. And
why the note?'
"All I can tell you Is that am connect
ed with tho United States Secret Service"
she returned. You will know more
later"
Presently they drew up In front of an
Office building and the girl took him up
stairs and introduced him to INSPECTOR
Rathhona OF the Secret Service. There
the mystery was cleared up. "Marvelo,"
Il appeared. or its motive power. was
Professor Iohn Atwood who had been IN
der suspicion for some time Grant as
being unknown to him. had been used 10
get him to show his hand, and had done
so successfully by means OF his warning
note.
Il guess you've stirred up n hornets
nest" said Rathbone with nm appreciative
smile, and l expect TO hear from It In
short order. Atwood and his gang are
being Swallowed by my men"
Almost as he spoke the telephone ut his
elbow rang imperatively. Tho Inspector
took II UP and listened intently. then gave
few curt orders. IT'S tho freight
yards" he said swiftly. hanging up. and
snatched HIS hat
Say, lot mo in on this, viii your" Grant
begged, his eyes cleaning.
DoS
ded. They hurried out. leaving tho girl
behind.
IL was perhaps an hour later that they
entered a big freight yard beside the Hud-
son. There they We're met by n detective.
and separated to keep better watch, Grant
being provided with an automatic few
minutes passed while tho reporter secuted
swiftly around. his nerves tingling: then
he saw wisp Of smoke stealing from un-
der n long limo OF loaded freight cars.
Grant give one Mortified look at a sign
on the car and snatohed up the aatcheI
that lay beneath 1t, from which emerged
n spluttering fuse. With q tremendous
swing OF his arm he sent II into the river.
and moment later there was mufiied
but terrific explosion and IA column Of
muddy water shot high IN tho air. drench-
ing the reporter to the HlSn.
It was almost at tho Same instant that
he saw four fleeing figures who were al
ready getting into Il motor-boat. wen UP
tho river, There followed II confused jun
BILE Of breathless pursuit with Rathhona
and half IA dozen Secret Service men at
tracted by the explosion. cracking pistols,
Il Wild scramble UP tho side Of sailing
vessel. glorious highland then Atwood.
epitting curses. clamborug liito a monkey
up the rigging of the main mast.
Hardly stopping for breath. Grant start
cd after him. Tho operatives were having
their hands full on the fore deck But
Atwood had too good a start for by the
time tho reporter reached tho first yard
arm the fugitive had already crossed hand
over hand on rope to tho foremost and
was aiding down towards his motorboat
and safety.
Grant waited with grim 1ittlo smile.
As tho motorboat shot pust the side Of tie
SHIP Atwood yelling IN triumph, tho re-
porter braced himself on the yard-arm
and dived clearly into tho river Just ahead
Of It. A moment later he had scrambled
aboard and had bested tho discounted
professor, who had lost his own gun Ia
tho melee
you nee, Atwood In an anarchist with
a bug about stopping the shipment OF mt
nitions," Grant explained to the city ed
itor. HE was trying 10 blow up a train
load Of high explosives. Another Black
Tom affair"
Mansfield whistled. "And who's the
mysterious ladyY'
Grants eyes lighted IN honest admIra-
ton for grit. "She deserves a feature
write-up." he said but we can't mention
her at all. just one of Uncle Sam oper-
atiYes. you know" ~