Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-12-11
THE MISSING HEIRESS
An Adventure of
Grant, Police Reporter
By Robert Welles Richie
Story by Redfeld InsaIl,
An Adventure of
Story by Redfield Inaalls

| 70 .nat ne VINO would command others
must learn to obey himself Already he
was dashihg off a note for thu chaufy.ur
OF mis- car. He blotted 1t as Grant ended
| ms iow-voiced, urgent instructions to his
| friend and ally, Cadogan, chief of detec-
! tiyes. 70 NS'ee-
and hurry" ended the reporter, and
snapped tho receiver onto it's hook. The
AiDanio sails In half an hour, he went on
almost In the same breath land she.x
bound for Honduras-no extradition. vo,,
know-and she has no wireless outfit Onlv
thing to do is to head off the guys with
your girl as they go aboard. Miss Hard
ing's druYged"
But how under heaven" gasped the
astounded leather man as he he'd out tho
oroer ne had just written, did you learn
all that? What"
Grant waved his ouestion. in,r.t,or.,,.
aside and snatched the order mo tlme
TO talk he snarled, always In a guarded
unoertone you've got to stay here till
tne police come, and make certain that
MIS- voice became still lower
GOOD heavens. you don't mean" gasp
co harding blankly, but already the re-
porter was hurrying out of tho door The
magnate stared after him for a moment.
snook his head with look of wonder.
ana thoughtfully removed large auto
matte pistol from a drawer of his desk.
meanwhile Grant was plunging at this
startled chauffeur of the big and hand
some touring car lie was somewhat
taken aback to find that that gentleman
was q Jap
Here y'are," he snapped thrusting
the order under his nose Read that
Then hustle down to the docks as fast
as the traffic cops'll let you" He spranx
In beside the chauffeur
The little Jap read the note carefully
and punched the automatic starter but
hA Il
make honorable automobile go durn fast,
FOR Few minutes they drove in silence
down the crowded thoroughfare and than
the chauffeur inquired, What dock YOU
like go?"
Know where the Albanic docksr ask
co Grant. He was sitting tensely on the
very edge of the seat.
The little brown man shot the car az
pertly through a seemingly impossible
OF auto-truck. street-car and
peer wagon, and after medatinS for
moment replied. II think him off honor
able Battery. What for you go so ouiek?''
Miss Hardings being taken aboard
irant explained. Cant you get any more
'peed out of this machine?" Then angrily,
Hey. that's not the shortest way!" for
he car had swerved into side street to-
wards the North River.
L make him 60 more fast explained
he Jap mildly. and tugsed at a lever
mere was Earring crunch, and Grant
rarely saved himself from going head first
hrough the windshield The touring car
lad stopped.
our he yelled furiously
Him broke" explained the chauffeur
ably, and got out TO investigate
But the reporter did not wait for re-
airs: time was to precious He leaped
D tho street and hailed the nrst auto he
VI fraa - a.
rays In an inside pocket fat emergency
Expense account, 1t proved no very dif1i-
ult matter to impress tho runabout bod
y, and leave Its surprised owner behind
lutchins handful of greenbacks that
lore than insured him against the possi-
lie loss Of his dinky car. II would 20 Just
trifie faster with only ono person aboard.
1t seemed to Grant that never on earth
ad he driven a machine that went quite
8 slowly as this runabout. After at least
Week. 1t seemed, he finally reached the
ock-to see the Albanic already swinging
ut into the tide He was too late!
No. not quite There was the ghost of
chance. A rope was still dangling from
ie ships hoist.
something very like a prayer.
rant headed the car down the dock on
sh speed and turned on every bit of gas
Id spark she'd carry. Then, honkinx his
,rn and yelling like hend, he made for
lie departing ship.
Just as they reached the edge of the
'ck he leaped from his seat and caught
e dangling rope fairly. While tho car
unged into the river, it's momentum car
ed the reporter across the intervening
ace. like a spider at the end of Its
read. and onto the deck Of the Albanic.
ISIS Harding was saved.
But how" began Mansfield, the city
tor.
That's what Harding wanted to know"
inned the reporter as he put a fresh
eet of paper In his typewriter. THE
plicate letter was a dead giveaway. be-
use 1t was written on the same paper
ID with the same machine with q crook
W. Oh. say. have them pinch the jap
auffeur: he's in 1t tool l knew the head
anapper would get wise at once ana
hone the Others. SO I cut in on the ex-
nsion phone and got 1t all Then while
arding stood guard I beat 1t for the
ok !"
But who is the head kidnapper7s per-
ited the city editor.
Miss Carter, Hardings social scores
~, and Grant plunged into his stexy.a