The Sentinel=record., 1916-12-10

And, without an i.s v hesita- tion, Florence assured 1sedly stricken father, that sh come at once to the Little ho.. whose address he gave her again.
 'Here!" ordered La Rue, as <iel raised one of the whisky glass.a 10 his lips. Put that down. Aitl. ward you can guzzle booze. Keep your head clear, till the works done. You, too, Tanner" as the tough looked longingly at the other glass.
 Soon afterward the three filed out of the room.
 Montrose heard La Rue tell 8 waiter to reserve 1t for him until their return. The doctor remained where he was until the three had reached the outer door of the dance hall Then rising stealthily he slipped into the private room.
 Tanner, behind the two others. chanced to turn and look back as he reached the halls exit. He saw the doctor enter the room. Turning, he hurried back through the fast-fillinR hall.
 pr. Montrose, entering the room, drew his pistol and peered around him.
 A telephone on the table and push button in the adjoining wall were the only items of interest. A second door led out into a dark hall beyond.
 Dr. Montrose crossed to this door and opened it.
 As he did so blow on the base of the skull stretched him senseless. His pistol clattered unnoticed to ths floor
 Tanner. with deft fingers, set to work over the fallen man. Within thirty seconds he stepped back with a grunt of satisfaction and surveyed his work.
 When Montrose gradually came to himself he was strapped. hand and foot, in chair and a gag was in his mouth. Above him bent Tanner.
 Evening, Doc!" said the tough cordially. Sorry to treat you so rough. but you'd ought to a' kept out of what didn't concern you. And now" he went on, pulling a roi of black clc'I from under his overeoa- 'as we're expecting a visitor, and aA she Is apt to be shy if she secA strange 5, I'm going to take the lib- erty of drapin' you"
 As he spoke he unrolled the cloth. disclosing 0 thin black domino and hood.
 In a moment he had enveioped the helpless doctor in his garment, ad- justing the masks eye-slits over the prisoners agonized eyes.
 Now, then" went on Tanner, "we're all tidy and comftable. I guess I'll celebrate by joining myself in little sip of The Stuff That Killedl Father" He lifted one of the two glasses from the table. Montroses dazed eyes gleamed in a murderous hope.
 Then hastily Tanner set down the glass, as the sound of tramping feet sounded along the dark passage.
 The rear door opeI sE Pierre La Rue entered. In his arms he bore the struggling body of Florence Mont rose.
 Tt worked out beautifully" he said, nodding to Tanner "She and Clayton came laundering into the courtyard, and he was saying how
 
 be in such a place. Just then Kiel tapped him over the head, and l caught up the young lady. Who have you got here?" he broke off sharply as his eye fell on Montrose.
 Tanner in two whispered sentences explained. Florence cried out in hor- ror and renewed her useless strug- gles.
 La Rue laughed aloud. But before he could speak, kiel burst into the room from the dance hall.
 Look out, chief" he panted. Its all up! Clayton got on his feet again. looked back and saw him. A kid newsboy was passing and told him you had lugged the girl ill here. Clay ton blows 8 p'lice whistle, and three cops come up, drumming. They're searching the dance hall outside. They'll be here any minute. Beat it!"
 Florence fought madly as she heard the tough's scared message. But she could not wrench free from Pierres grasp. pr. Montrose, too-bound, gagged and masked-struggled madly ana in vain, as hope seemed to gliLl- mer for him again.
 La Rue glanced quickly from one prisoner to the other. Then, loosing ms hold on Florence, he made for the door that led to the dance hall, whence now came q confused babel or shouts and screams.
 La Rue sprang through the door way into the clamorous dance hall to verify his henchmans words. kieI and Tanner followed at his heels.
 Florence. released, cast a single look of terror at the masked figure in the chair. Then she chanced to catch sight of the pistol her father had dropped. It still lay on the floor i'll & corner. 4 AS the door flew open again shet snatched up the weapon and fired. Robert Clayton, pushing his way past La Rue, rushed into the room. tlorence's wild shot stretched him dead at her feet. She reeled back, faint with dreadI at what she had done. ' La Rue, running in, caught her as she swayed. He picked up one of the whisky glasses and forced it's con- tents through her pantng lips.
 She shuddered and fell across the table.
 La Rue, after an instant of indeci- sion. slid out through the rear door, leaving Dr M0ufroaa cta rinc dnx.v,, in