Arizona republican., 1919-06-05
Can Buy My Escape With My Jewei
 Hoard Secret

Never was a girl more unfortunate in love than am," I thought, as I re- 1 garded the man who was so intently i studying my photograph. Its the l dream of every girls heart to be loved madly, desperately For me, that l dream has come truei Only it's a l horrid nightmare! The man who loves me is a spy. And a bolsheviki And | it is my duty to denounce him to the l government secret service authorities l if'-I had to repeat that little word 1 for emphasis-'1F can ever get away from him-and back to the world again!"
 The smoke from Certeis' cigar drifted toward my hiding place in the 1 body of the divers suit I nearly strangled, nearly sneezed, nearly 1 coughedl Doubtless the throat par oxysms were more imaginary than real, nevertheless they were peril. l supposed they were due to the pro- longed strain of keeping still.
 My fingers ached from holding the edges of the stiff blouse together and my arms were almost numb. More than once I thought I would have to climb out of that old rubber garment and surprise the gentleman sitting so comfortably less than twenty fest | from me
 And how my escapade would amuse Hamilton Certeis. But not, perhaps, sufficiently to buy my release.
 All my muscles began to ache as the i hours dragged on. It seemed to me that Certeis had chosen the time to review all his past life and to map out his entire future career! Maybe he had, for when he finally arose, it was with the sudden energy of one who has made a resolve.
 He shut the closet door with a swift 1 push and the light above me went out automatically. As soon as I heard the key turn in the lock. let go of the blouse and sank back into the folds of the garment. The rubberized ma terial supported me like a comfortable hammock. I discovered this with joy for l was weak and trembling; never theless, 1 was alert enough to notice that Certeis had forgotten to shut the swinging mirror in the wall of my room. So I wouldn't have to choose between surrender and suffocation.
 Surely no other girl in this world ever found herself in such a queer hiding place! The uncouth garment NHlCH OCcupleu-WlInOuL nall flll1rS was really enormous.
 Big enough for a giant" I thought Thereupon it occurred to me that ii must have been manufactured ex- pressly to fit giant-and that giant must be Tiny Golf! He was the tall- est man l had ever seen outside of 6 circus The ex-cowboy, ex-soldiel was an all-around adventurer by na- ture, and just the man to roam the depths of ocean alone and unafraid in a search for the ex-kaiser's hoard of gems.
 Doubtless it was in connection witt the making of this garment according | to Tiny's measurements that Certeis had called so often at Mary Thomas house. Not for long time had ] thought of Mary Thomas's house. Not for a long time had I thought of Mary and the big, ugly man who was hel slave.
 But now that spring was on it's way the hunt for the U-boat's hidden treas ure would be taken up by every indi- vidual who had an inkling of it's ex- istence. And if Tiny had recovered from the gassing he had suffered ir France, it wouldn't be difficult to pick the winning adventurer.
 But if handicaps were considered