The Snowflake herald., 1922-02-03

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 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
standing gaurd at the door in less than two min
utes.
He on gaurd but an hour when the silence
was broken
"Tf I'm interrupted many more times tonight
there will be a few more dye before morning"
ack-crack-crack-"don't 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
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 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
tore up within five minutes after they had
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
to slip when bur-rr-r-rr 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. Eenery Cogan; cheif of police, Mr.. King;
and detective, Mr.. Cole.
"Mr Cole, last night" said mr. King, "dis-
guised as a burglar and l 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?"
'sNo," replied Coglan, 'but 1 have had busi-
ness with a close friend of his"
"Well Mr.. Cole," said King, don't you think that
1t would be advisable for three to be going
before Westmore gets away? Have you the
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 haven't Mr.. Cole"
'Listen," cried King as they stepped on the
front porch of the Westmores house, whats that
nose?"
sounds like somebody is haveing a quarrel"
replied Coglan.
''They are in this room here" said the detec-
five 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
"Whats 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 wheather he should whip Miss
Carter or not, with the whip you see laying on the
floor"
"While your at 1t 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! M daughter! My dear
daughter"
"Papa meet Mr.. Bruce. He saved my life
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.