Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1922-02-02

now and if you can't sleep, you may stand guard
the door off these rooms at the hall don't let
anyone in with out notifying me. You do this
now and don't leave until 1 tell you to which will
be about six thirty in the morning. Remember:
don't refuse to obey Instructions"
"Just as you say" answered John and was
standing gaurd at the door in less than two min
utes
He was on gaurd but All hour when the silence
was broken
II I'm interrupted many times tonight
there will be few more dye before morning."
Observation-Disclosures you yell or 1 will
cause your heart to stop beating with this knife"
"crack-crack"
John left the post and went to the door of the
little room ten feet by ten feet. He peeked
through the key hole.
There before his eyes was Dorthy Carter takeng
sound whipping from Black Foot whom had
whip in one hand and knife in the other
"Black Foot" said John he entered. "lay off
with that whip and drop that knife"
you get to hell out here and be quick about
Nothing doing"
The furniture was upsetting and the rugs were
tore up within five minutes after they had
gagged in struggle. Back and forth they went
across the Foom Black Foot with knife in hand
and Johns hand clasped on his wrist the whip
laying On the floor. Johns hold was beginning
to slip when bur-r-rr-r-r the bell started ringing
Chapter II.
Up town in the police station at 20 am were
three men, a millionaire dealer in real estate
Mr. Henery Coglan; cheif of police, Mr.. King;
and detective, Mr.. Cole.
"Mr. Cole, last night" said mr. King, "dis-
gused as burglar and 1 went into Mr.. West
mores residence and got evidence as to Mr. West
more makeing counterfeit money, therfor we have
resons to believe that that is where the money
YOU have come from. Have you had any business
with him latey?
NO" replied CogIan, but I have had bus-
ness with a close friend of his
"Well Mr. Cole" said King don't you think that
it would be advisable for three to be going
before Westmore gets away? Have you the war
rant?"
"You bet have"
They were half way to Westmore's residence be-
fore detective Cole broke the silence.
"By the way Mr.. Coglan did you ever get track
of your daughter?"
"No 1 haven't Mr.. Cole"
'Iisten" cried King as they stepped the
front porch of the Westmores house, whats that
noise?"
sounds like somebody is haveing quarrel"
replied COglan.
'They are in this room here" said the detec-
five as he followed the noise from the bell.
Their. before them was John Bruce with his
hand still on WestmOres wrist just as they had
stopped struggling. In the corner was Dorthy
Carter shaking with fright.
"WhatS all this noise aDOuJ, ueHldIueu
sWestmore you are under arrest for haveing in
YOUR possession counterfeit money"
John was the first to speak.
'syyhy this noise was caused by Black Foot and
T struggling to see wheather he should whip Miss
Carter or not with the whip you see laying on the
floor"
rWhile your at it officer" said John, you
MIGHT as we'll arrest him for the murder of Rus
sci Towers early this morning"
"Have you any proof"
"This trap door here"
"Oh! My daughter! My daughter! My dear
daughter"
"Papal meet Mr. Bruce. He saved my life a
little while ago"
Hello my son! Hello"
"Are you comeing Black Foot" cried John as he
walked with Dorthys through his and her
other through Henery Coglons, her father.