The Washington times., 1919-04-21
SYNOPSIS

father or mother TO her as a bedtime
Story. The box contains IreasuIes
gorbinr interest She learns from the
diary that Wilmer saw the box being
dropped from q yacht In the Bosphor-
us and 6shed il up with the BODY OF q
beautiful girl sewn in a sack.
wilmer, a. an agent OF the GERMAN
government, makes plans Tor Ior1ii lss glhs
GallipolL The duplicates OF thess
are stolen and he gets evidence that
the Turks seek his life. He gives the
box 70 Rev. Mr. Carew for sale keep
ing. with Instructions TO send the plans
TO Berlin in case he is killed. He 10
stoned to death, but Mr. CareW keeps
the child displays a talent for
drawing. She learns she is to get
leEacy Of $1,000 upon her marriage
Rue meets Jim Neeland, a young
artist, and likes him.
Eddie Brandes, gambler, and ms
pal StuII meet Rue and the former IS
Enitteu by her beauty Stull fails 10
G.ssuade him from falling in love
Brandes marries Rue through Iahs
csremony- She escapes from his power
and goes TO Paris prOtegee OF Rus-
sian princess
Cautiously he prowIed along the
rear under the kitchen windows,
turned the corner, and went TO the
front porch.
He had made no mistake: glim-
mer was visible between the edge
of the lowered shade and the win
dow casing.
Was il some impudent tramp who
Suspicion Well Founded.
had pre-empted this lonely house
for a nights lodging? Was it, pos
sibly, a neighbor who had taken
charge in return for a garden to
cultivate and a place to sleep in?
Yet, how could il be the latter when
he himself had the keys to the
house? Moreover, such an arrange
ment could scarcely have been made
by Rue Carew without his being
told of il.
Then he remembered what the
Princess Mistchenka had said in her
cable message, that somebody might
break into the house and steal the
oIive-wood box unless he FASTENED
to BrookholloW and secured il i'm
mediately.
Was this what was being done
now2. Had somebody broken in for
that purpose? And who might it
be?
A slight chin. not entirely agree
able, passed over Eeeiand. A Tath-
er warm sensation Of Irritation sue
ceeded il; he mouu4ed the steps,
crossed the veranda. went to the
door and tried the knob very eau
tiously. The door was locked; who
ever might be inside either posses
sed q key that fitted or else must
have entered by forcing a window.
But Neeland had neither time nor
inclination to prowl around and in
vestigate; he had duty to fulfill,
a train to catch, and a steamer to
connect with the next morning. Be
sides, he was getting madder every
second.
So he fitted his key to the door,
careless OF what noise he made,
unlocked and pushed it open, and
started to cross the threshold.
Instantly the light in the adjoin-
ing room grew dim. At the same
moment his quick ear caught a
sound as though somebody had
blown out the turned-down flame;
and he found himself facing total
darkness.
who the DEVILS in there" he
called, flashing his electric pocket
lamp. "Come out, whoever you are.
You've no business in this house.
and you know it," And he entered
the silent room.
Light Reveals Nothing.
His flash light revealed nothing
except dining-room furniture in
disorder, the doors OF a cupboard
standing open-one door still gently
swinging on its hinges.
The invisible hand that had moved
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throwing his light right and left,
caught a glimpse OF another door
closing stealthily, ran forward and
Jerked il open His lamp illumina-
ted an empty passageway: he hur-
ried through it TO the door that
closed the farther end, tore il open,
and deluged the sittinE-room with
his binding light.
Full in the glare, her face as
white as the light itself, stood a
woman. And just in time his eyes
caught the glitter Of a weapon in
her stiffly extended hand: and he
snapped off his light and ducked
as the level pistol-flame darted
through the darkness.
The next second he had her in his
grasp; held her writhing and twist
=
S-ample and heavy breathing. he
noticed a curious cracking noise
as though the clothing she wore
were made Of paper
The struggle IN pitch darkness
was violent but brief: she managed
10 fire again as he caught
her right arm and r"lt along II
until he touched the desperately
clenched pistol Then. still clutch
ing her closed fingers. he pUIIrd the
fash light from his side pocket and
threw its fun radiance straight into
her face.
Let 20 your pistol" he brca'hcd.
POwerIcsS In His Grip.
She strovc doggedIy 10 retain If.
but her slender fingers -IDp. .v re-
lsxed under his ncrci'sss gr.ys the
pistol fell. and be kfsErd tho pearl
handled, nickeipIatrd g.eap0u arr0ps
the dusty board fO0r
They both WIRE UaDflng. her
right arm. rigid. rtiH renal urd IN
MS powerful clutch. 80 released
- preSently. stepped back. and
played the light oYeT her from head
% foot.
She vas osathIy white. Under
her smart straw hat. which had
been pushed aWrY. The contrast be-
tween her black hair and eyes and
her chalkY skin waH startling.
what are you doing In this
hOuHsZ" he demanded. stllI breath
ing heavily ffOm sEertion and eT-
effeNneng