"Forgive me; I acted wrongly. But I"m so weary and tired of this eternal suspicion of everybody and everything. Can"t I go somewhere, some place where I can have rest?"
"If I thought for a single moment it was possible to take you thousands of miles from this spot, it would be done this very night. But this is our fortress. So far it has been impregnable. The police are watching it; and that prevents a general a.s.sault by the scoundrels. If we tried to leave we would be followed; and they play the game exceedingly well.
Now, good night. We"ll have you out of all this doubt and suspicion one of these days. There will not be any past; that will be lopped off as you"d lop a limb from a tree."
"Please let it be quick. I want to see my father."
Jones" eyes sparkled. "And you have my word that he wants to see you.
But I dare not tell you."
"Do you think he would object to Mr. Norton?" she asked, studying the rug.
"In what capacity?" he countered, forcing her hand.
"As--as a husband?" bravely.
Jones in turn studied the patterns in the rug. "It is only natural for a father to look high for his daughter"s husband. But, after all, an honest man is worth as much as anything I know of. And Norton is honest and loyal and brave."
"Thank you, Jones. I intend to marry him when the time comes; so you may as well prepare father for this eventuality."
"There is an old adage--"
But she interrupted him. "If you have a new adage, Jones, I shouldn"t mind hearing it. But I"m only just out of school, where old adages are served from soup to pudding. Good night."
And Jones went to the rear of the house, chuckling.
In the pa.s.sing it might well be observed that the Hargreave house had a remarkable menage. There was a gardener, a cook, and a maid; and the three of them reported to Jones each night before going to bed. They were all three detectives from one of the greatest organizations in America.
Finding themselves unable to lure Florence away from the environs of the Hargreave home, the Black Hundred set some new machinery in motion.
They proposed to rid the house of every one in it by a perfectly logical device. But the first step in this new move was going to be extremely delicate and risky. It was no small adventure to enter the Hargreave home; and yet this must be done. So finally "Spider" Beggs was selected for the work. The man could practically walk over crockery without causing a sound; he could climb a house by the window ledges; and he could hold his breath like those professional tank swimmers.
Three or four nights after the Paroff fiasco, Jones started the rounds, putting out the lights. He left the one in the hall till the last, for it was his habit, after having turned off that light, to stand by the door for several minutes, watching. One never could tell.
On the other hand, "Spider" Beggs never approached a house till an hour after the lights went out. Persons were likely to move about for some minutes later; they might want something to eat, a drink of water. So he remained hidden behind the summer house till long after midnight.
When at last he felt a.s.sured that all in the Hargreave house were asleep, he moved out cautiously. Both his future and his pocketbook depended upon the success of this venture. It took him ten minutes to crawl from the summer house to the veranda, and to have detected this approach Jones, had he been watching, would have needed a searchlight.
Beggs hugged the lattice-work for another ten minutes and then drew himself up and wriggled to one of the windows. Here was an operation that needed all his care and skill; to lift this window without sound.
But he was an old hand and windows with ordinary locks were playthings under his deft touch. He raised the window, stepped over the sill into the library, and crouched down. He did not close the window; house thieves never do. They leave windows and doors open, because sooner or later they have to make their escape that way.
[Ill.u.s.tration: HERE WAS AN OPERATION THAT NEEDED ALL HIS CARE AND SKILL]
Presently he stood up, flashed his torch, found the library shelves, and tiptoed toward them. He then selected three or four volumes, opened them at random and laid neat packages of money between the leaves. It was not real money, but only a bank clerk could have told that. This done, he moved toward the window again.
"Stop!" said Jones quietly.
"Spider" Beggs gasped, it was so unexpected; but at the same time almost instinctively he plunged headlong through the window, and the bullet which followed snipped a lock of his hair. He threw himself off the veranda and scurried across the lawn, zigzag fashion. But no more bullets followed.
Jones turned on the lights and investigated the room, but he could not find anything disturbed, and naturally came to the conclusion that the intruder had been interrupted before he had begun his work. He turned off the lights and sat up the major part of the night. Nothing more happened. Florence came down, but he sent her back to bed, explaining that some one had attempted to enter the house and he had taken a shot at him.
"Spider" Beggs had a letter to write. He was in high feather. He had tackled a difficult job and had come away without a scratch. But he had the misfortune to write his letter to the secret service officials in a hotel often frequented by Norton. And so Jim, on finishing his own letter, blotted it and casually glanced at the blotter. A single word caught his eye. Being an alert newspaper man, always on the hunt for stories, he examined the blotter with care. It was an easy matter for him to read writing backward, having fooled away many an hour in the composing rooms. The word which had awakened the reportorial sense in him was "counterfeit." He held the blotter toward the mirror and read enough to satisfy himself that the Black Hundred had become active once more. And this was one of the best ideas they had yet conceived.
[Ill.u.s.tration: HE EXAMINED THE BLOTTER WITH CARE]
Hargreave had always been something of a mystery to his neighbors.
Where he had lived in other days was unknown; neither had any one the remotest idea from what source his riches had been obtained. And nothing was known of Jones or the daughter. It was a very shrewd method of clearing every one out of the house and leaving it to be examined at leisure. And he had fallen upon this thing; he, Norton, all because his tailor had written him a sharp note about his bill and he had been provoked to reply in kind! Counterfeit money. There was quite a flurry these days over certain issues of spurious paper. It was so good that only experts could detect it. There were two plates, one for a ten and another for a twenty. For a while he was pulled between duty and love. Well, it would only add another interesting chapter to the general story when he published it. He started out to Riverdale to acquaint Jones with the discovery.
"Humph!" said Jones; "not a bad idea this. So that"s what the sneak was doing here last night. I"ve been wondering and wondering. Let"s have a look."
He went through the books and at length came across the three volumes.
These held a thousand in excellent counterfeit.
"Mighty good work that. What are you going to do?" asked the reporter.
Jones rubbed his chin reflectively. "How long may a counterfeiter be sent up?"
"Anywhere from ten to twenty years."
"That will serve. My boy, this time we"ll go and take Mr. Black Hundred right in his cubby-hole."
"You know where it is?"
"Every nook and corner of it. Now you go at once to the chief of the local branch of the secret service and put the matter to him frankly.
I, Florence, Susan, and the rest of us must be arrested. The wretches must believe that the house is empty. They"ll rove about fruitlessly and will return to their den to report the success of the coup. All the while you and some detectives will be in hiding up-stairs, dictagraph and all that. When the time comes you will follow. This will not reach the heads, perhaps, but it will demoralize the organization in such a way as to make it helpless for several months to come. There is a tunnel from the stables to this house."
"What, a tunnel?"
"Yes, Mr. Hargreave had it built several years ago. I don"t know what his idea was; possibly he antic.i.p.ated an event like this. You and your men will find entrance by this method. It can be done without exciting the suspicions of the watchers."
"Looks as if my yarn wasn"t going to be delayed so long after all.
Jones, you ought to have been in the secret service yourself,"
admiringly.
Jones smiled and shrugged. "I am perfectly satisfied with my lot--or would be if the Black Hundred could be wiped out of existence."
"I"ll see the secret service people at once. I stand in well with them all."
"And good luck to you. We"ll need good luck."
Norton was welcomed cordially by the chief. The secret service men trusted him and told him lots of tales that never saw light on the printed page. The reporter went directly to the point of his story, without elaboration, and the chief smiled and handed him the original letter.
"Norton, I"ve been after this gang of counterfeiters for months and they are clever beyond words. I"ve never been able to get anywhere near their presses. And for a moment I thought this note was from a squealer. I"ve a dozen men scouring the country. They find the bogus notes, but never the men who pa.s.s them. You see, it"s new stuff. I know what all of the old-timers are at; none of them has had a hand in this issue. Some foreigners, I take it, under the leadership of a man I"d very much like to know. Now, what"s your scheme?"
Jim outlined it briefly.
"It all depends," said the chief, "upon the fact that they will be impatient. If they have the ability to wait, we lose. But we can afford to risk the chance. The man who wrote this letter is not a counterfeiter. He"s an old yeggman. We haven"t heard anything of him lately. We tried to corner him on a post-office job, but he slipped by. He may be a stool. Anyhow, I"ll draw him in somehow."
"There"ll be some excitement."
"We"re used to that; you too. All we"ve got to do is to locate this man Beggs. There are signs of spite in this letter. Very well played, if you want my opinion. What"s this Black Hundred?"
"I"m not at liberty to tell just yet. It"s a strange game; half political, half blackmail. It"s a pretty strong organization. But if they"re back of this counterfeiting, there"s a fine chance of landing them all."