The Spectator., 1916-05-05
1heMi!lonDo||ar Mystery
 By HAROLD MAC GRAPH
 Illustrated from Scenes hu Photo Drama of the Same Name by Thonhouser Film Company ss3
Copyright, 1914. by Harold MacGrath)
By HAROLD MAC GRAPH

luey were CHdlllnS pledSdully duout inconsequent things, when the maid came in and asked Florence to come to Miss Susan's room for 2 moment. Florence excused herself, wondering what Susan could want. She forgot the mail.
 AS soon as she was gone the count ess, certain that Jones was not turk ing about, picked up the letters and calmly examined their contents; and among them she found this remark able document: Dear daughter l have never seen: must turn the treasure over to you. Meet me at eight in the summer house. Tell no one as my life is in danger. Your low ing father
 The countess could have laughed aloud. She saw this man Paroh s hand; and here was the chance to be- fool and humiliate him and send him off packing to his cold and miserable country. She had made up once as Florence, and she could easily do so again. The only thing that troubled her was the fact that she did not know "uetutl Y iOiSllSC iCuu sH~ A~SNO< or not Thus, she did not dare destroy it. She first thought of changing the clock; then she concluded to drop the letter exactly where she found it and trust to luck.
 When Florence returned she eX- plained that her absence had been due to some trifiing household affair. Said the Russian: Il come primar- fly to,ask you to tea tomorrow, where they dance. If you like, you may ask MT. Norton to go along. l begin to observe that you two are rather fond of one another"
 70, MT. Norton is just valuable friend" returned Florence with smile that quite deceived the other woman. T shall be glad to go to the tea But shall not promise to dance"
 Not with MT. Norton?' arch.y.
 Reporters never dance themselves; they make others dance instead"
 T shall have to tell that" declared the countess and she laughed quite honestly.
 Then 1 have said something wit ty?"
 Indeed you have; and it is not only witty but truthful. I'm afraid you're deeper than the rest of us have any idea of"
 Perhaps I am," thought Florence; 'at least deeper than you believe"
 When the countess fluttered down to her limousine-Florence hated the sight of it-and drove away. Florence remembered her letters. And when she came to the one purporting to be from her father, she read it carefully, bent her head in thought, and finally destroyed the missive, absolutely con fident that it was only trap, and not very we'll conceived at that. Norton had given her plenty of reason for believing all such letters to be forger- ies. Her father. if he really wished to see her, would enter the house; he would not write. An, when would she see that father of hers, so myster- ious, always lowering near, always unseen?
 It must have been an amusing ad- venture for the countess. To steal into the summer house and wait there, not knowing if Florence had advised Jones or the reporter. If caught. she had her excuses. Paroff, the conf dent, however, appeared shortly after.
 My child!" whispered the man
 And Olga stified laugh; but to him it sounded like sob. Il am worn out" he said "I am tired of the game of hide and seek"
 You will not have to play the game long" thought Olga.
 The money is hidden in my office down town. And We must go there at once, When We return We will pack up and leave for Europe. I've longed to see you SOL"
 You poor fool, And they sent you | to supersede Leo!" she unused.
 She played out the farce to the very end. She permitted herself to be l pinioned and logged: and for what unnecessary roughness she suffered at the hands of Paroff he would pres ently pay. He took her straight to the executive chamber of the Black Hundred and pushed her into the room, exclaiming triumphantly: Here is Hargreave's daughter" "lndeed'" said Olga, throwing back her veil and standing revealed in her mask.
 i "Olga!" cried Braine. laughing. And that was the inglorious end of the secret agent from Russia.