Judsonia weekly advance., 1917-05-16
to lead directly under Johnson's treas

lnSide the mansion Johnson was ln his own apartment, awaiting the ar rival of the detective. Before him, on the table where he was at work, were reports from his subordinates, and from time to time he opened drawer, and counted over hugh piles of cur rency.
 Phil Kelly and his chief assistant arrived at the Johnson home few moments ahead of time. The Apache, made up to impersonate Johnson's sec retary met the detectives at the door and ushered them into the drawing room.
 | Pats man went upstairs, and re- turned in a moment to say that MT. Johnson would see the detectives short ly. Meanwhile they were to make themselves comfortable in an adjoin- ing room, where a light repast had been prepared for them. In this room the Apache led Kelly and his man, and gently turned the key as he passed out of the door.
 "This old guy must have heaps of money in that vault" said Kelly as the two detectives seated themselves at the table. "He has a swell place here and this food and wine can't be purchased for song."
 The two enjoyed themselves, safe behind the locked door, while Pat stealthily rambled through the lower floor of the mansion, to make sure that all her orders were being carried out. The housekeeper had dismissed all of the servants for the night, and the Johnson mansion was completely in the hands of Pat and her associates.
 Meanwhile the men who were bur- rowing underground worked rapidly and were progressing on schedule time When they reached the spot di- rectly under the floor of the vault, their mission was practically accom- plished. With drills and bars they began operations on the masonry that formed the foundation.
 Every man in the gang was an ex- pert in his line. Supplied with the best drills and appliances, working safe from fear of detection they made rapid progress. Inside the vault the Apache who had remained hidden when the other workmen left for the night, was contributing his share to the pro- ceedings.
 Unmindful of what was going on in the rooms below, Johnson remained absorbed in his selfish enjoyment. He carefully perused every report, made sure count of the money and jotted down occasional notes, from which he intended to issue instructions to his lieutenants.
 Meanwhile, as the moments passed, Kelly and his man became inpatient
 Kelly arose from his chair and walked restlessly about the room. Once he stopped as if to reach for the knob that would open the door, but he changed his mind He moved leisurely to the window, and drawing aside the curtain, tried to look out.
 Its dark as pitch," he remarked. And then he resumed his nervous tramping up and down the room.
 Don't get impatient" said his subordinate. Johnson will let us know when he wants us. He is just las anxious as you are."
 "Well, I'll wait a few moments more, then I'll go out and see what's keeping the old man," said Kelly. At the moment Kelly's watch read nine o'clock Pat was bringing her plans to focus. The men who were drilling into the vault at that instant loosened the first brick in the floor of the spacious room. In another mo- ment enough bricks had yielded to pressure from below to allow one of the Apaches to raise his head through the opening.
 The strong-room was flooded with light. On shelves ranged around the walls were bags and boxes known to be filled with money. There were also several piles of bills, fastened with paper binders, carefully stacked, side by side, upon the shelves.
 Inside the Johnson mansion mat ters were progressing at lively pace. The two detectives, having exhausted their patience started to open the door. When they discovered that they were locked in, Kelly hurried to one of the windows.
 As he pulled the curtain aside, two men in purple masks and gowns held revolvers to cover the detectives threateningly. Kelly and his man rushed to another window only to face a like menace.
 At that same instant Pat was stealth fly ascending the stairs that led to the upper floor. Directed by the house.