The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1917-01-02
THE MENACE
An Adventure of
Grant, Police Reporter
By Robert Welles Richie
Story by ingalls,
Story by Redfield Ingalls,

taxi driver and hurried after her ne heard
the sound of a brass band up the street
and started. The police parade was al
ready spproaching-an would pass this
buildingi
Grant went into the building just in time
to see the girl shoot up in an elevator
He had TO take the same one to be Ger
tain OF where she had got off, and by tho
time he reached the top floor her desti-
nation, she was out of sight. She had
gone 10 the roof, he concluded, and tried
the door. it was locked, and the key WAS
on the far side. What was he to do2
For the next few moments he thought
more swiftly, probably, than he ever had
done IN his life before. There was no
time TO call the elevator boy and get the
superintendent of the building TO force the
door; the police parade would be here In
a very few minutes now. Already he
could hear the band that headed it.
OH the other hand he could not rush
down to the street and stop the parade
before it reached the building, for tee
simple reason that he had very little more
han suspicion TO go on. The girl might
have a perfectly legitimate reason for gel
Ting out on the roof.
And yet again, II his suspicious were
correct it would be almost as dangerous
to attempt to capture her by force as to
leave her unmolested She must be taken
by surprise. But how2
IF you can't so through or over or
under. go round, he thought He could
not force this door. il was too solidly bull
and opened inward anyhow And to go
around a closed door
And suddenly the solution occurred to
him.
At the far end Of the hall was a closet
with odds and ends Of stun TO be seen
through the untidily open door. It prob
ably belonged to the janitor. And at the
other end was a window.
Grant leaped for the cupboard and found
what he had hoped for. a good sized coil
of stout rope Working with frantic haste,
and yet carefully for he knew what
mistake would mean, he made a ship
shape running moose in the end. Then he
tore open the window and leaned out.
The parade would pass in the street on
the other side of the building. Below.
many stories down, was tangle of
| refuse. old boxes and the like, in the rear
of the place. Above was the ornate cor
nice that fringed the roof.
Fastening the end of the rope firmly
around his waist and holding to the top
of the window. Grant stood on the ledge,
swung the moose around his head and
| flung II upward. The first cast was a fail
ure, and as the rope snaked downward
1 the jerk of it's weight nearly as posi-
BILE drew the reporter with it. He hauled
| il in again hurredly and readjusted the
| moose, Tine enough to think about mar
row escapes when the work was done.
/ This time the moose caught on one Of
the pointed ornaments of the cornice. and
held. Grant tested it, then unfastened the
end from his waist, swung outward and
began to climb hand over hand. The risk
was terrible; a sheer drop Of g hundred
and fifty feet below and no way of get
ting back. But he thought of the girl and
| the coming policemen and kept ahead. A
/ moment later he had scrambled over the
! coruice and was on the roof
Before him the deckhouse cut off the
view of the front of the building. A lad
der led to the top of this, and Grant ran
up II like a squirrel. Sure enough. there
was the girl he had followed, leaning over
the cornice in front with her hand drawn
back to throw
This was no time for fnesse. Grant
stepped back and made flying leap that
landed him with a crash beside ard al
most on top of the girl. Next moment he
had her helpless.
Half an hour later at Headquarters Ca
| dogan was scratching his head. How d
you get onto that bunch Of Reds in Car
mine street," he demanded. "Oh, We got
'em ali right"
Grant held out a tiny curl Of paper.
| This was in a marble IN Murot's pocket.
It's his official emergency certificate as
| an Anarchist, dated from Carrnine street.
That girl tells me she shot Murot with
| this" and he laid an automatic equipped
with silencer on the desk "And she all
but dropped this on the parade"
Beside the pistol he placed giugerly =
wicked looking bomb.