Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1916-08-29
Continued From Saturday,

entity immersed in newspaper A
close observer might have been struck
by the fact that he was careful to
keep the newspaper in front OF his
face, as though he did not wish to be
seen. And he had good reason for
not counting recognition, 1t was
Mahlin!
When Morton, after his spectacular
escape from the bandits, reached San
Francisco, he did not return to the
hotel where he had formerly STAYED,
but instead rented room in an OBJ
scure boarding house in an unfashion-
able part OF the city. 1t was here
that Olga, after weeks search,
found him.
well, what is il that you want1"
he demanded roughly when, upon
opening his door one evening in re-
Spouse to knock, he was confronted
by the Russian woman.
Charming quarters you have here"
she sneered, ignoring his question.
$50 quiet and exclusive. | had, in
deed, some difficulty in locating you.
One might almost suppose that you
did not wish to be found"
what is it YOU wantl" he repeated,
his face flushing with anger. Come,
out with it"
81 want the book that you stole
from me-" she said, coolly stepping
past him into the room.
And that you stole from Carrillo,"
he tainted.
"Are you goif Z to give il to me?"
she demanded nnlacingly.
II am not" he snarlcd.
az think that yeu had better change
your mind" she said, and her tone
| was deadly. you will regret It II you
don't"
what do you meant" he asked sui
lenly, but there was hint OF uneasi-
nesc in his voice.
II mean," she answered steadily,
looking Morton straight in the eye,
that # you do not give me that book
shall GO straight to the police and
tell them that you are the man
that kidnapped the Burke girl. The
penalty for kidnapping in California, II
remember rightly is fifty years. You
would be quite an old man when you
got out, wouldn't your Cropped hair
- and striped suit - and
fifty years in San Quetin
! wonder how you would like it, Mr..
Gerald Morton?"
II wonder how you would like be-
ing hung?" he demanded meaningiy.
thrusting his face forward until Il
was within a few inches of her.
"Hungi" she stammered, recoiling.
What would | be hung for, prayf''
For the murder OF DR.. Ralph
Burke" said Morton.
| 1t was as though he had struck her
between the eyes. Her face turned
to the color of ashes; she recled, and
had she not caught chair to steady
herself, would have fallen.
DIR. Burke-murder-absurd," she
managed to articulate, moistening her
parched lips. ~ never saw him."
There's no use lying to me, Olga,
he said sternly. you're clever, but
you're not nearly as clever as yor
| think you are. Listen. The night thai
DR.. Burke was killed we were staying
at the hotel in Valdavia. hearc
you leave your room about midnight
| suspected something was up, so
followed you. You didn't know that
did your l followed you to the Burk,
house. ! saw you raise the laboratory
window and climb in. ! crept up t.
the window and watched you. saw
you turn on the light and start t.
search the desk for the formula.
saw Burke surprise you while yo,
were at work. And" Morton's voic,
rose triumphahtly, "I saw you draw
dagger and stab himp
| "It's a liza damnable lie" wills
pered Olga, but the truth OF Norton
accusation was written unmistakabl,
in her blanehed and haggard face.
"And so,' continued Morton, hi
face distorted by sneer, you're no
going to give me away to the police
And you're not going to bother m,
any more about the book. And your,
to give up your search for the for
mula. In fact, you're going to clea
out of California altogether. I'm
less" he added savagely, you prefe
to be hung" . . Z.
Then you're not going to give M
the book" the Russian woman de
manded hoarsely. You're not eve,
. going to go halves on the secret o
the submarinei' ..a
~ am not" jeered Morton. al cal
use il myself, thank YOU"
, "If don't get ii, you won't either,
. screamed Olga, and, drawing a stilett'
from the folds OF her dress, sh
, sprang at Morton with the ferocit.
. OF a panther. So utterly unexpecte'
! was her action 50 lightning quick
+ that he was taken oil his guard ant
before he could defend himself, tn
: long, keen blade, descending in gilt
: terinE arc, laid open his shoulder
Seizing her appraised arm before sh