Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1916-11-12

innocent, As innocent as you are!
AS innocent as | am"
20: course he is rejoined Stanley,
"and you're a brick to be SO loyal In
your belief of him. But he"
ut isn't Just belief" she corrected.
Bob didn't kill Truxton Lambert l
know 1t, because / know who did kill
him.
You know" echoed Stanley In
high excitement. "rll come up there
and
mo" she intcrposed. "I'll come
down there
"But it's late, and
Hello" she called. "Have they
cut us Off"
There was no reply Again and
again she called. But tho connection
was topelessly broken. A hand in
the da rkness Just outside of the cur
tains had reached out swiftly to the
telephone wires and had severed them
with pair of nippers.
II took her some little time 70
change into the clothes she selected.
And 1t took much longer to get hold
of q taXicab at that tim9 of night and
In SO remote a district. Nor was the
ride downtown a short one. Much
could have happened in the hour be-
fore Florence reached the CaS ton
studio. Indeed much dii happen.
In reply 10 a hurried SUMMONS, SIX
persons awaited Pierre la Rue on the
lattcr's arrival at the hig room at the
rear of Tanners old fashioned upper
east side apartment. Pierre entered
the room and nodded carelessly IN re-
spVnse to the almost re 'erent SalUta-
items of his henchmen.
Singing out two members Of the
listening group, La Rue drew then,
aside, speaking rapidly and incisively
to them. Then he led them to a cup
board. when he produced two shape
less black dominos and masks.
AS he spoke his curt directions. the
Crimson Stain surged luridly into his
eyes. His whole face and body seemed
transformed. His two followers took
the dominoes and masks, folded them
carefully under their coats and hur-
ried out
Harold Stanley was heartily tired
of his long and lonely vigil at Clay
tons studio.
So fuming at the delay and worry
ing at thought OF the girls lonely
Journey he strode over to the window
to watch for the arrival of her taxi
cab. The glare Of the studio electric
! lights on the pane prevented him
| from seeing plainly into the street be-
/ low SO he switched off all but one
dim shaded light and returned to his
post at the window, drawing shut be-
hind him the flimsy oriental hangings
that divided the shallow window seat
from the rest of the room.
Thus, while everything in the studio
was plainly visible to him, he himself
was slut off from the sight Of any
| bods within the hnlf-lit room.
As he stood there looking out into
| the night he heard somebody try soft
| ly to open the door leading into tns
suite from the hallway outside. Har
=, old remembered he had bolted 1t, moi
wishing to be disturbed by any chance
| visitor before Florence's arrival. ii,
, turned to cross the rom and open the
door on the chance that the newcom-
er was Florence. Then he changed hi'
| purpose before he had taken a stop
For. although he could not sec Tho
entire sidewalk beneath him, vet ht
had an uninterrupted view of tht
street itself from curb to curb. H'
had been staring Gown at II for sew
eral njnutes. And no taNicab hat
driven up.
| Nor, he reflected. would Florence
have tried TO open the door withou
first knocking And, an ordinary vlsi
tor, even failing to knock Mt once
would have done so on finding tn,
door fastened shut. But there was M