The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1922-02-02

now and if you can't sleep. you may stand guart
the door off these rooms at the hall don't LEI
anyone in with out notifying me. You do thi:
now and don't leave until tel you to which will
ne about six thirty IN the morning Remember
don't refuse 10 obey Instructions"
Just as YOU say" answered John and was
standing gaurd at the door in less than two min
He was on gaurd but an hour when the silence
was broken
III I'm interrupted many more times tonight
there will he n few more dye before morning /"
observation-disclosures you yell or / 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
a sound whipping from Black Foot whom had a
whip IN one hand and knife in the other
BLACK Foot" said John as he entered. LAY of
with that whip and drop that knife"
"You get to hell out o here and be quick about
It."
Nothing doing"
The furniture was upsetting and the rugs were
tore up within five minutes after they had en-
gagged in a struggle. Back and forth they went
across the room. Black Foot with knife In hand
and Johns hand clasped on his wrist the whip
laying the floor. Johns hold was beginning
Chapter %.
Up town in the police station at 20 am were
three men, millionaire dealer In real estate,
Mr.. Henery Coglan; chef of police. Mr.. King;
and a detective. Mr.. Cole.
mir. Cole. last night" said mr. King "dis-
guised as a burglar and ] went into Mr. West
mores residence and got evidence tn Mr. West
more makeng counterfeit money, therfor we have
resons to believe that that is where the money
had
with him lately?"
NO" replied Coglan 'but 1 have had bust
ness with close friend of his"
"Well Mr.. Cole" said King don't you thir:k that
II would be advisable for us three to be going
before Westmore gets away? Have you the war
rantT
"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 haven't Mr.. Cole"
Listen" cried King as they stepped on the
front porch of the Westmores house. what's that
nOse?
Sounds like somebody is haveing quarrel"
replied Coglan.
"They are in this room here" said the detec-
tive as he followed the noise from the bell
There before them John Bruce with his
hand still on WestmOres wrist just as they had
stopped struggling. In the corner was Dorthy
Carter shaking with fright
"What's all this noise about" demanded King
"westmore you are under arrest for haveing in
your possession counterfeit money"
John was the first to speak.
"why this noise was caused by Black Foot and
struggling to see wheather he should whip Miss
Carter or not with the whip you see laying on the
floor"
"while your at It officer" said John, "You
might as well 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"
papa meet Mr.. Bruce. He saved my life
little while ago."
Hello! my son! Hellor
"Are you comeing Black Foot" cried John as he
walked with Dorthys arm through his and her
other through Henery Cogions, her father