The Washington herald., 1919-01-31
Whispering Wires 2 s2r.S = LEVERAGE = 6
Who Killed Montgomery Stockbridgea
ecopyright. 1915 BY Monat. & Company
CHAPTER xII-continued.


''Ahtr said the detective. with bright
eyes. 80 is his master. Lucifcr, In the
lower. regions. He's there. but he has
long arm Morphy's tool in this sf-
fair is probably the telephone repair
man. You Jaw him. Mr.. Nichols saw
him. ] saw him. We all agree that
he does not look the part of scoun-
drel and scoundrers tool. But"
Drew paused and spread out his hands
but" he continued. that's the reason
he was chosen for Morphy's murderous
work. You can't send a thug into a
drawing-room-or a library. You can't
cut a sharp slice with a dull tool. This
trouble-hunter is all that the name
implies-a hunter OF trouble. ] don't
doubt that we have the case rounded
up, save for bringing him in. Morphy.
we can get at any time. He's in pris-
on and he's getting very close to the
little green door that leads to the
electric chair. One slip tonight. and
We have himl'
Miss Stockbridee must 90 South
after the funeral" said Nichols. She
can't be jeopsrdized! She II nervous
| nad has suffered acutely. ! for one am
sorry we let her stay here. II is the
tlace she should not be. They know
where 20 look for herr
They're beat tonight" assured
! Drew. rising and stretching his arms.
NV myr' he added. this Is slow.
sleepy work. I'D ask for tea. but I
think it's best We stay locked in here.
Don't YOU, Miss Stockbridge?"
Marie can get some. There's a
service-waiter running up TO her room
! Suppose 7 order tea. or coffee. and
cakes II might cheer us up
! Drew held out q warning arm as
, I,oris rose and started toward the
writing room. "TlI tend 20 g." he
said. You stay right here close &c
Mr.. Nichols. We're taking no chances
at ALL
/ The detective parted the por-
| there's and knocked upon the maid e
door as he turned the key with his
4 left hand. He waited as she gave the
order through a siIver-plated speaking
! tube. He heard the service-waiter ris-
ing. He leaned forward and took the
| tray with a sharp glance about ths
maids room. II was as clean and as
/ neat as a work basket. a French
novel. with a vivid portrait Of Poilu
carrying a very sharp bsyonet on its
cover. lay in the center Of a whit,
I Couserpane on the bed.
! Good night he said as he CLOSED
and carefully locked the door. He
| reached downward and caught up th'
tray. He started across the writing
! room. He paused in its center as ht
1 heard.
| "Burrrr, Burrrr, Burrrr.'
: CbrfI1gppIxF he ,fr 49,
suite vibrsted with the silver notes OF
the telephone. Drew hesitated. with tn,
tray balanced in his hand. He took on,
! step forward as IIoTis swished across
the sittinE-room. lifted the hard-rub.
| Der receiver and voiced a soft, Hell
| To-"
Drew let 20 OF the tray and spranl
1 forward He parted the portieres and
watched Loris' face. It changed be
tween seconds to a flushed mask Of
crimson-fear. She staggered back
dropped the receiver. and cried "Har.
[ ry"' as she sank 10 the floor
/ Drew darted across the rugs anc
| snatChed up the instrument. He heard
n low, chuCklinC laugh that died TO q
whisper and then TO nothingness. HI
1 Tipped the receiver back on the hook
1 He turned with a savage twist. n,
, stared across the room toward Boris
! who had risen TO her knees and whose
head WAS against Nichols olive-dra /
I breast
What was said?" he questioned
! sharply.
! 4 mass of turbsned. midnight hued
! hair uncoiled and fell about the girls
white face. Glorious eyes dulIed, ther
glowed with the fire which was pulls.
\ ing within her. Her lips trembled and
went blanched as she throated bro.
| kenly:
/ The mantle man at the other
| end said. He said that his master
had ordered my coffin. He said
that I had only a few hours 70 live
|. He said that he would call me ur
: again. . For me TO be ready then
to meet my Master and my-doom."