Part 13 (2/2)

”Knew what?”

”That he lied. I can't explain.”

”Don't try!”

Suddenly she laid her head against the butler's shoulder and cried. It was terrible to hear youth weep in this fas.h.i.+on. Jones put his arm about her and tried to console her.

”Horrible!” she murmured between the violent hiccoughs. ”I was wrong, wrong! Forgive me!”

Unconsciously the arm sustaining her drew her closer.

”Never mind,” he consoled. ”Tell no one what has happened. Go about as usual. Don't let even Susan know. Whatever your poor father did was for your sake. He wanted you to be happy, without a care in the world.”

”I promise.” And gradually the sobs ceased. ”But I feel so old, Jones, so very old. I threw over the lamp. I threw a chair through the window. They thought that it was I who had jumped out. That gave me the necessary time. I don't understand how I did it. I wasn't frightened at all till I gained the street.”

They found Susan still seated in the chair, the automatic in her lap.

She had not moved in all this time!

Braine paced the apartment of the Countess Perigoff. From the living room to the boudoir and back, fully twenty times. From the divan Olga watched him nervously. He was like a tiger, fresh in captivity. All at once he paused in front of her.

”Do you realize what that mere chit did?”

”I do.”

”Planned to the minute. We had her; seven of us; doors locked, and all that. No weeping, no wailing; I could not understand then, but I do now. It's in the blood. Hargreave was as peaceful as a St. Bernard dog till you cornered him, and then he was a lion. Oh, the devil!

Slipped out of our fingers like an eel. And across the street, Jones in a racer! I never paid any particular attention to Jones, but from now on I shall. The girl may or may not know where the money is, but Jones does, Jones does! Two men shall watch. Felton on the street and Orloff from the windows of the deserted house. With opera gla.s.ses he will be able to take note of all that happens in the house during the day. He will be able to see the girl's room. And that's the important point. It was a good plan, little woman; and it would have been plain sailing if only we had remembered that the girl was Hargreave's daughter. Be very careful hereafter when you call on her. A night like this will have made her suspicious of every one. Our hope lies with you. Anything on your mind?”

”Yes. Why not insert a personal in the _Herald_?” She drew some writing paper toward her and scribbled a few words.

He read: ”Florence--the hiding place is discovered. Remove it to a more secret spot at once. S.H.”--He laughed and shook his head. ”I'm afraid that will never do.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: HE READ ... FLORENCE ... THE HIDING-PLACE IS DISCOVERED]

”If she reads it, Jones will. The man with the opera gla.s.ses may see something. There's a chance Jones might become worried.”

”Well, we'll give it a chance.”

It was midnight when he made his departure. As he stepped into the street, he glanced about cautiously. On the corner he saw a policeman swinging his night stick. Otherwise the street was deserted. Braine proceeded jauntily down the street.

And yet, from the darkened doors of the house across the way, the figure of a man emerged and stood contemplating the windows of the Perigoff apartment. Suddenly the lights went out. The watcher made no effort to follow Braine. The knowledge he was after did not necessitate any such procedure.

Of course, Florence read the ”personal.” She took the newspaper at once to Jones, who smiled grimly.

”You see, I trust you.”

”And so long as you continue to trust me no harm will befall you. You were left in my care by your father. I am to guard you at the expense of my life. Last night's affair was a miracle. The next time you will not find it so easy to escape.”

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