The St. Johns herald., 1922-01-19
CHAPTER XIV.
The peath of a Murdered.

ne Oed1n or . MuEoSTer.
 Wine, outstretched on the floor at my very feet, stared up at me, so startled by my sudden appearance as to be speechless. WaldrOn. Ob- livious of all else but the money, now almost in his possession, was upon his knees before a bookcase. dragging out the heavy volumes from the low CT shelf, dumping them on the floor. From behind these he had already drawn forth into view a black leather valise, when Wine found voice, utter ing a strange cry of terror, which caused him to glance about. He leaped to his feet instantly. his eyes glaring into mine, one hand flung back as though in search of weapon.
 I gave him no time. I leaped straight at him, striking so hard even as we grappled that the blow sent him reeling back against the bookcase. He knew me then, and the recognition brought with 1t fury which trans formed the Russian into a wild beast. Coward as I felt him to be, now that he was cornered, with the spells of victory in his very grasp. he became a demon, a mad dog, whose only de- sire was to kill.
 You're fighting man this time, yer Unbound; not a whiffet like Harris. I'll blow a hole clear through yer! Sneaked in, did yer? Well, yen never sneak out again! Say. how do yer like the taste O that?" He struck with a knee in the stomach, grinning us I IOosened my grip on his beard, and tried to butt into me with low cred head. I caught him instantly. with a free fist, rocking his head back and cutting a gash in his cheek from which blood spurted. If he possessed any self-cOntrOl before, he lost it then. crazed with hate and the desire to kill. He was a barroOm fighter, bound by no rules. capable of any ferocity- biting, gouging, using hands and feet, a ruthless savage. It was this which defeated him, for while 1 was neither cool nor clear of mind. kept my head sufficiently to remember my training and accept every advantage that pre- sented itself; more than that. the very threats with which he tried to goad me were guides to his own action, giving me the swift hint needed for defense.
 Realizing Wine was back of me, I managed to whirl the big bulk of the battling Russian about so as to block any surprise attack from the rear This movement gave me the support of the wall, and, using it as a de- fense, 1 resOrted to the same tactics adopted by Waldron, asSaulting him with feet as well as hands, breaking his Strangle hold on my throat and forcing him backward, so that a swift kick sent the fellow stumbling over a pile of books, clawing at the empty air for support. He would have gone not been directly in the way. As it was, he struck the other, the force of his big body hurling the smaller man heavily against the ledge of the outer window. As the fellow struck, the glass Shivered and crashed into a thousand pieces, but before Waldron could regain firm footing, or realize what had happened, was again upon him, breaking through his dazed guard and driving my fists straight into his face.
 The revolver in Wines hand was discharged, the bullet whistling past me. but even as the report cracked, the pressure of the Jews body forced the smaller man relentlessly backward over the sill. He gave utterance to