The Carlisle independent., 1917-03-22

course, it's the wisest thing to do. I don't need the books and I do need | the money. Oh, Jarvis, I don't know
 how I would have got through these terrible days if I had not had you to lean on and advise with"
 The following morning found Cleo
 In gingham apron and Hope in his shirt sleeves hard at work listing and | packing the hundreds of dusty vol umes, the ubiquitous and good-natured Hook mailing up the cases. Hope was in the act of placing the much-worn
 Bible which had belonged to Burke when Cleo snatched it from him.
 That mustn't go," she cried. "It was given to daddy by his mother.
 and the very night he-he died he i asked me to keep it always. I shall never part with it."
 The sale, which included the Burke | library, so MT. Dawson wrote Cleo, | would take place on the following | Wednesday. AS it had been widely advertised he anticipated a large at- tendance and good prices. Or Wednes- day afternoon Cleo who, on Hopes advice, was preparing to give up the house, began the formidable task of sorting the mass of papers-letters. scientific data and memoranda-which had belonged to her father The re- ceipted bills she placed in one pile, the unpaid bills-there were but few | of these. thank goodness ,-she placed ip ha ro1o rF1 !, ,io patents in third. AS she lifted the leather-covered plotting pad which had laid on her fathers desk almost as long as she could remember, there slipped from between it's folds and 1 fluttered to the floor letter Pick ing it up, she glanced at it carelessly to see on which of the piles it be- longed. To her surprise it was ad- dressed to herself. Tearing 1t open, she drew out the single sheet of note ! paper that it contained No wonder that the message, scrawled thereon in her fathers cramped handwriting, brought to her lips cry of astonish- ment and consternation. This is what she read:
 My Dear Daughter
 In the event of my death you will find the secret of the submarine in the books over my desk One book contains the | cryptogram and the other the key. DADDY.
 For long moment she stood speech less, staring at this message from the dead. 'The books over my desk" That could refer only to the dozen treasured volumes which, from her
 earliest recollection, her father had kept in his workroom that they might be near him. Now she recalled their last conversation, as she sat beside him in the laboratory. T want you to remember, Cleo" he had said, with unusual solemnity, that when I am gone there is fortune for my little girl in those old volumes" She had supposed that he referred to their in- trinsic value And those were among the books which she had sent to San Francisco to be sold at auction. She had unwittingly let fortune slip through her fingers, But perhaps it was not too late.
 Hook" she cried, excitedly, way ing the letter, see what I've just found! It fell out from between the plotting sheets when I was cleaning daddy's desk! The formula is hidden in one of those books which we sent to the auction sale in San Francisco. They are being sold today there isn't minute tC lose. You run down to the hotel and get Lieutenant Hope and I'll go over to the drug store and try to get the aue- tion rooms on the phone"
 Before Hook, whose faculties were none too alert at any time, had recov- cred from his astonishment, Cleo was flying down the garden path. AS she dashed through the gate she almost ran into the arms of Gerald Morton.
 "Oh, MT. Norton she gasped, i've found the formula! That is,' she ad- ded, I've found where it is hidden"
 Great heavens!" he exclaimed. and with avarice in his voice, where is it?"
 q haven't time to stop and explain now" she panted. q must get to a telephone. The secret is hidden in enc of those old books which daddy all ways hcpI III nlS ltDOI dtOl tuOy are being sold today at Dawson's Auc- tion room in San Francisco I'm go- ing to telephone to try to step their sale" The last words she flung over her shoulder as she hastened onward. For a moment Morton stood ponder ing. Then he also dashed madly down the street-in the direction of the railway station.
 
 Following Olga's instructions Sextus had made it his business, ever since the night of the murder, to keep the Burke home under surveillance and to watch those who entered or left it. As he was unknown to Cleo or her friends he was enabled to observe their comings and goings without arousing their suspicious. When, therefore, as he was sauntering along the opposite side of the street. smok-