The Spectator., 1916-04-28

dreamed and dreamed till hand fell upon his shoulder. It belonged to one of the office boys.
 Note fir you, sir"
 Norton read it and tore it into little pieces. Then he rose and distributed the pieces in the several yawning waste baskets which strewed the aisle leading to the city desk.
 I'm not wanted for anything?" he asked
 No. Clear out!" laughed the night city editor The sight of you is put ting everybody in the gloom ward" Norton went down to the street. At the left of the entrance he was quietly joined by man whose arm was car ried in a sling. He motioned Norton to get into the taXicab. They were dropped in a deserted spot in River | dale. On foot they went forward to their destination, which proved to be the deserted hangar of the aviator, William Orts.
 T want you to tell Jones that tug and several divers are at work on the spot where he threw the chest. That's all Now, doctor, rewind this arm of mine"
 The amateur surgeon made very good job of it; not for nothing had he | followed fighting armies to the front
 Did they find anything"
 Not up to date. But we might if we cared to- They have left a buoy over the spot they're exploring. But ] just now it floats a quarter of a mile to the east of the spot"
 Who were the men in the motor boat that chased Jones'"
 "Only Jones can tell you. Queer old codger, eh?"
 "A bit stubborn. He wants to handle it without police assistance
 And he's right. We are not aiming to arrest anyone" sinisterly. There can't be any draw to this game. Here. no smoking. Too much gas afloat."
 Norton put the cigarettes back into his pocket. Whats the real news?" he demanded. You would not bring me out here just to rebandage that arm. It really did not need it. Come, out with it."
 You're sharp
 I'm paid to be sharp
 I've found where the Black Hun dred holds its sessions"
 By George, that's news!"
 The room above is vacant. A little hole in the ceiling, and who knows | what might happen?' l What do you want me to do?"
 Tell Jones' When the next meet ing come around I'll advise you. I've stumbled upon dissatisfied member So, buck up. as they say. We've got two ends of the net down, and with a little care we'll have them all Now let me have a hundred"
 Norton drew out a packet of bills and counted off five twenties.
 Why don't you draw the cash your self?"
 Tt happens to be in your name, son."
 "I forgot" said Norton. But what a chance for me! Nearly five thou sand, all mine for ticket to Algiers,"
 
 'I want you to tell me about the Perigoff woman"
 "I know only one thing-that Brane is there every night"
 "No,"
 The orders are for you to play the game just as you are playing it. When We strike, 1t must be the last blow. d. look foolish to you. It's like that Jap anese game called jo.' 1t looks sim pie. but chess is tyros game be- side it. Can you find your way back all right?"
 'I can"
 Well, you'd better be going. That S all the light have, in this torch here. Got a lot to do tomorrow and need sleep"
 Norton stole away with great eau | tion, His first intention was to pro ceed straight 10 the city, but de spite his resolution he found himself within a quarter of an hour gazing up at the windows of the Hargreave house. Not at home"
 Quite unconscious of the fact, he was as close to death as any mortal man might care to be. The police man suddenly looming up under the arc lamp proved to be his savior. l
 The lull made Jones doubly alert. lie was positive that they were pre- pairing to strike again. But from what direction and in what manner? He had not met the gift of clairvoyance. so he had to wait; and waiting is a terrible game when perhaps death Is balancing the scales. It is always easier to make an assault than to await it; and 1t is good general who always finds himself prepared
 But it made his heart ache to watch the child. She went about cheerfully when any one was in the room with her Many q time. however. he had stolen to the door of her bedroom and heard the heartrending sobs, vain |