Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-03-01

criminate him and his fellow ~plotters,
and be of value and assistance to the
government. 1 lodged behind a cur
tain that screened a cot where Brosul
evidently slept. From there l watched
him.
Brosul did some puzzling and inter-
esting things. He picked from a table
a tiny bow made of thin whalebone and
strung with a strand of fine wire, /
saw him put himself in range of the
little window. He lifted out lis sash.
About fifteen feet across a narrow
court was a high warehouse. One of
the windows on the top floor was open
for ventilation. Beyond it some bales
showed. Abruptly the truth flashed
upon my mind. The building opposite,
l recalled distinctly, was a storage
house for government hospital SUP
plies.
Brosul fitted a headless piece of
the court. 1t went through the open
sash. 1t was only a test. He picked
up another arrow. This one had a
great mass of black sulphur attached
to the head. I saw the scheme in
process. The second arrow, striking
the bales, would ignite, and millions
of dollars worth of government stores
would be destroyed.
drop 1t l' I ordered, but the arrow
had left the bow. However, my inter-
ference had disturbed the delivery.
The inflammable arrowhead struck the
window sill, spluttered and fell to the
court below. There was a struggle.
1t was we'll that Brosul was smaller
than /. He made a desperate resist
ance, discerned that l would finally
overpower him in the melee, kicked
shut the iron door, seized the key,
threw it out through the window, and,
as I bound him hand and foot, viewed
me savagely, but with q sort of spe-
cious triumph.
I saw then I would find it absolutely
impossible to get out of that oom un-
aided, for the iron door was set solid
and he counted IN my being unable to
escape until some of his expected con
freres arrived. That might be at any
moment. In going about the room /
discovered a written sheet holding four
addresses. They were the warehouse
next door and three plants making mu-
nitions. These were evidently doomed
structures. I saw the Importance of
getting this information and my man
to Headquarters speedily.
Finally an idea of calling aid struck
me. Just outside the little window
was a giant electric feed cable. ]
reached out with the k~een-edged hatch
ct and gave it a mighty cut. 1t sput.
tered, shocked me but half parted.
Within fifteen minutes, as I calculat-
ed a repair crew located the break.
One of them was suspended from the
roof.
"Call the police. Reach this room
at once" I ordered.
"Did you cut that cable?" demanded
the repairer.
"Yes."
"Pretty risky business, fooling with
the public service" he growled.
"Worse for you, If you don't act as
I tell you for the government service
In an hour my prisoner was at head
quarters. He never spoke or WINGED
until confronted by Durkea.
"Well, Brosul. shall we try some of
the old hypnotic stuff" queried Dur
kea.
The man paled. He was a desperate
man, but true blue to his group
l noticed him tumble in his coat and
then quickly pass his hand across his
month. The incident had no signif-
canoe to me at the time, but we soor
knew that to evade giving away his
secrets he had taken an instantaneous
ly fatal dose of poison.
"All ready?" spoke Durkea, making
q pass at Brosul, and them paused
Hes beat usi"
He had. The mar sat facing us with
staring eyes was stone dead, the en-
quilting shadow of a defiant smile OF
his face.
One of the four places to be blown
up was my uncle's munition plant
We arrested the others in time to pre-
vent the plot. My uncle learned of my
share in the case, and there was a rec.
onciliation.
Edna, my f1ancee, became my wife
and the restored indulgence of my
uncle enabled us to begin married life
with both income and a home of our
own.
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