The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-12-17

A crowd quickly gathered ana couple
Of policemen rushed up. Grant told them
briefly what had happened and they raced
away. The girl opened her eyes and Bat
up. supported by the reporter.
Get me a taxi Ehe whispered.
She seemed able to walk. 30 no helped
her through the crowd ancE did her BID
ding. She got IN with unexpected vIgor
ed TO mako him think he did
'But what's 1t all about2" demanded
the reporter ns he followed her. And
WHY the note?''
IAN I can ten you i. that s am connect
cd 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
the mystery was cleared up "Marvelo"
1T appeared, or it's motive power was
Professor John Atwood who had been un-
der suspicion for some timo. Grant. as
being unknown TO him, had been used to
get him to show his hand, and had done
80 successfully BY means OF his warning
note.
~ guess you've stirred Up hornets
nest said Rathbone with an appreciative
smile and I expect TO hear from It IN
short order. Atwood and his gang arr
being Swallowed by my men,"
Almost as he spoke the telephone at his
elbow rang imperatLvely. The inspector
took 1t up and listened intently, then gave
a few curt orders. It's the freight
yards he said swiftly. hanging up, and
sIlhtched his hat.
Say. let me in on this Will you? :" Grant
begged. his eyes cleaning.
Rathbone heEitated a moment, then nod
ded They hurried out, leaving the girI
behind.
1t was perhaps m hour later that they
entered big freight yard beside the Hud-
son. There they were met by u detectives
and separated to keep better watch, Grant
being provided with an automatic. a few
minutes passed while the reporter secuted
swiftly around, his nerves tinglIng; then
he saw q wisp OF smoke stealing from IN.
der long line OF loaded freight cars.
Grant gave one Mortified look Mt a sign
on tho car. and Enatched up the satcheI
that lay beneath 1t. from which emerged
"a spluttering fuse. With a tremendous
swing of his arm he sent It into the river,
and moment later there was q rnufIed
but terrific explosion and column of
muddy water shot high in the air. drench.
Ing tho reporter to the skin.
1t was almsst at the same instant that
he saw four fleeing figures who were al
ready getting into motor-boat, well up
the river There followed n confused Jun-
bic of breathless pursuit with Rathbono
and half a dozen Secret Service men at
tracted by the explosion: cracking pistols,
a Wild scramble up the Side of sailing
vessel, a, glorious highland then Atwood,
splitting curses, clamberi:E like n monkey
up the rigging OF the main mast.
Hardly stopping for breath, Grant start
ed after him. The operatives were having
their hands full on The fore deck But
Atwood had too good start, for by tho
time the reporter reached the first yard
arm the fugitive had already crossed hand
over hand on a rope to the foremost and
was sliding down towards his motorboat
and safety.
Grant waited with a grim little smile
AS the motorboat shot past the side of the
ship, Atwood yelling in triumph the re-.
porter braced himself on the yard-ara
and Owed clearly into the river just ahead
OF It. "A moment later he had scrambled
aboard and had bested the discounted
professor. who had lost his own sun In
the melee.
You see, Atwood IS an anarchist with
a bug about stopping the shipment OF tnu-
nitions,'' Grant explained to the city ed
itor. "He was trying to blow#up a train
load of high explosives Another Black
Tom affair =
Mansfield whistled. '.And who's the
mysterious iady?'
Grants eyes lighted in honest admira-
ton for grit. "she deserves a feature
writc-up,'' he said. "but we can't mention
her at all. Just one OF Uncle Sans oper-
G4VAA. you know