The Bradys after the bomb throwers, or, Smashing the anarchist league

The Bradys after the bomb throwers, or, Smashing the anarchist league

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The Bradys after the bomb throwers, or, Smashing the anarchist league
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Doughty, Francis Worcester d. 1917
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I OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY.DETECTIVE5 HABBY JC. WOL'F, PUBLISHER, INC. 168 WEST-%3D STREET, NEW l'OUli No. 1283 Old King Brady seized the anarchist just as he was about to throw. the bomb. Then came the explosion. It was terrific, but, fortunately for Harry, who was bending over his man, its force was expended on the other side of the building.


Like Good Radio News? Turn to pages 24 and 25 SECRET SERVICE lallQed Weekly-SubllCl'lpUon price '3 .ro per year; Canada, ".00; Forelso. ".50. Har:ty E. Wolft Publl1her Inc 16' Weet 28d t!ltreet. New ToTk, N. T. lklt ... e4 a SPcoud-Ou Matter Januan 11. ltlll, 11.t tiae Po1t-O!l!M At Nw Tork, )I. T .. on4w th AC!t ot llareh 3, 1871 No. 1283 NEW YORK, AUGUST 24, 1 923 Price 7 Cents The Bradys After the Bomb J'hrowers OR, SMASHING THE ANARCHIST LEAGUE By A NEW YORK DETECTIVE CHAPTER !.-Lost In a "Three Ones!" It was the manager of the District Messenger boys who said it. A boy .with 111 on his cap rose up from the "waiters' bench" -in the back of the office and came forward to the desk. "Take this letter to Bobsky & Co., No. Mil waukee avenue," .gaid the manager. The letter which he hander. It gone crashing through a thm partition and lodgmg on the stairs, completely blocked the way. Men were trying


2 TI-IZ BRADYS AFTER TIIB BOMB THROW::::RS to grasp the situation. Charley asked one how he should get down, and he was gruffly told to "go the other way." He turned back through the dark passage and made his way towards the rear of the long building. There were doors on both sides, and in a moment he, came up against another door at the other end of the passage, which cut off further advance. The1e was no sign on this door, and Charley tried it, finding it open. Behind the door were two flights of stairs, one leading to the right, and the other to the left. He tried those on the right. It was as dark as a pocket, and the stairs only went down a little way, ending at a door, which was locked. Retracing his steps, he tried the other stairs. The result was the same. A poor which would not open. The messenger boy thumped on it "for fair." No answer. When Charley turned the knob he found the door dis posed to give. Apparently it was not locked, but there was something behind it which prevented its opening. Charley .gave the door a kick. Something tumbled. It proved to be a ,box which had been placed against the door. A dark passaige lay beyond. "Confound the luck, I've got to get out some how," thought the boy, and without stopping to examine the box, which he had upset, he pushed on along the passage towards a dim ligl1t aheaJ. Presently the passage took a turn, and around the corner came to an end Here there was a dirty window so encrusted with cobwebs and grime that it let in but little light. Dhectly in front of it was a circular iron stairway going down through a square shaft. "This is the way out, of course," thought Charley, and he hurried down the stairs. 'They took him down to what he supposed to ,be the ground flooor, and there ended. Here there we1e two doors opposite each other. -Charley opened one and found himself looking into a yard filled with boxes and old iron. As this did not appear to offer any immediate prospect of escape, Charley shut this door and tried the other. It yielded to his touch, and he found here a pass:; leading, as he supposed, to the of the ing at last. He was, however, mistaken. His troubles, if he had only known it, had but just begun. This passage was the darkest the boy had struck yet. In fact he could see almost noth ing and yet it occurred to him that there was the least danger. Nor probably would there have been under. ordinary circumstances, for the passage certainly did lead to a door which opened into the front hall on the ground floor. But there was something else open that evening, however it happened and that was a trap door, which took Ull nearly entire width of the floor. And into this trap the me ssenger boy blindly walked. Down went poor Charley narrowly missing a standing ladder which had he struck against it, would surely have his back. He landed on his feet, but was not able to hold them. Down he went sprawl ing in the black mud which underlies almost all buildings in thi s section of Chicago when there is anything in the shape of rain around, and there had been lots of it that week. The cellar into which he had fallen was perfectly dark. The messenger boy struck a match and saw the standing ladder. He was sure{y in the cellar of the long building-, but he was not out of the maze yet. For this p:nt. of the cellar was cut off by rough board partitions, forming another of those everlasting passages. It led off to the east, and it seemed to Charley that it muR pass under the next building. But the ladder and ... the trap door seemed to offer the best avenue of escape, so thanking his lucky star that he had not broken his neck, the boy, as the match went out, started up the ladder. Bang-! The trap door was suddenly pulled up. There was a sharp thud; then the sound of footsteps moving away. The case was clear. Somebody coming along through the passage, and finding the trap door open, had taken the trouble to pull it up and shoot the bolt. It was perfectly evident that no one was going to open the trap door, so there was nothing for it but to try his luck in the boardedup passage, which he did. It was about twentyfive feet, far enough to take him in under the adjoining building, which the boy had not particularly observed. Herc it ended with a door made of heavy sheet iron nailed over wood He pounded on it vigorously, calling as he did so: "Hey, there! Hello! I want to get get out." Suddenly there came an answering knock on the inside Two raps, then three-then one with a brief interval betwean each. It sounded like a signal, as Charley thought afterward, when he also found occasion to wonder why he had been so stupid as not to think of it at the time. But he did not, and when the door was not opened he began his calling and pounding again. Then it opened! It all came so quick that the messenger boy had no time to make a move. For the door flew back, revealing a gigantic foreigner, dark and dirty, with an immense mass of hair standing up all over his head, with a tangled beard, which appeared never to have known a comb, dowh almost to his waist. And this giant, grabbing the luckless messenger boy by the throat, pulled him in through the iron door. CHAPTER IL-Trying To Detect A Detective. The United States Secret Service Commissioner in Chicago at the time 0. which we write was Mr. Tho s H. Fisher. So secretly did this man conduct hi s affairs that there were few outside of the immediate circle having dealings with him who understood what the man's business really was. One of these initiated must certainly have been the tall, elderly .gentleman who, entering Mr. Fisher's offices on the very afternoon which saw Messenger Boy 111 despatched for Milwaukee avenue, passed directly into the commissioner's private room. He was decidedly a peculiar old gentleman in the matter of dress, for he wore a long blue coat with brass buttons which followed no known fashion, an old-style stock and stand-up collar, and a white felt hat with an unusually broad brim. "Well, Mr. Brady," asked the commissioner, "how does the good work progress?" "I may say we have made a fair beginning," was the reply. "I am glad to hear that. We are depending upon Old King Brady to help us smash this An archists' League, if it really exists."


THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS 3 "That is just the point, Mr. Fisher, if it really exists." "Do you s till doubt it?" "I am of an open mind in the matter. The blind testimony of that wretched, beer-sodden in-informer whom you have locked in seems to me m9re .than questionable. He has told three or four different stories; some of the names and addresses he has given prove to be fictitiou s Still it is a fact that this man Joe Zin he speaks of, or to give him his tiue name, Zinov s ky, is a real character, and does attend anarchistic meetings. But Harry is on the job and as for mys elf and Alice, there is nothing for u s to do but to wait a day or t w o and see what -points the boy is able to pick up." This, then, was the world-famous Old King Brady! No one el s e! T h e "Harry alluded to was his former pupil and present associate. That "Alice" refers to the well-known female sleuth, Miss Alice Montgomery, we need scarcely s ay. "Do you need any help? That is the question," Mr. Fisher now a ked. "Why, no," replied the old detective, "unless I could .get hold of a man who can speak Russian, Polish and Yiddi sh; all of these are s e aled books to us." "I can give you a man who can speak Ru ssian and Y i ddi s h, but he don't understand Polish," said Mr. Fisher then. "Can he be pel'fectly trusted?" demanded Old King Brady. "If you a s k me," r eplied the commission er, "I don't trust him at all. He was sent to me from Washington. I have u s ed him in a few cases, but with no great s ucce ss." "Don't want him then. The Washington people have been fooled before; the fellow may turn out to be an anarchist himself. I prefer to rely upon your judgment. Does he know anything about this case?" "Not a thing, as I believe; and yet--" "Well?" "He saw you in here yesterday, and had the impudence to ask me what case you were working on." "Ah! You refer to that hatchet-faced felle>w whom I saw in the outside office?" "That!. s the man." "What is his name?" "Charles Rubenstein." "And what did you tell him when he put the question?" "That it was none of his business." "How did he take it?" "As his kind always do, with a grin." For s ome minutes Old King Brady Sat silent. Then surprised the commissioner by sud denly saying: "I will take that man." -''What!" "Give me the address of that man, and I will see him this evening," said the old detective. "I am going to take the bull by the horns. Commis s ione r Fisher consulted a book, and w;rote on a slip of paper an address on North La alle street. The conversation now drifted into other channels. Shortly afterwards Old King Brady left. He went directly to a noted ladies' restamant on Dea1 born street. Here he found Alice Montgomery awaiting him. The old detec-tive did not speak, and Alice immediately came out and joined him, when he appeared in the doorway "Well, did you pick up any n ew points?" she demanded. "You know I told you from the first that. there has been, as I believe, someone in the Secret Service office workingagainst me, Alice. T'nat you and I have bee:Q persistently shadowed ever since we struck Chicago there can be no sort of doubt. Harry s eems to think that it i s not so with him, but that is only because he has kept away from us. I have an idea that I now know who the informer is." "And who?" Old King Brady repeated what Commi ss io ner Fisher had told him about the man Charles Rubenstein. "It hardly seems pos s ible," said Alice. "The Washington people scarcely could make such a mistake." "I don't know. They have been mistaken be fore, and, as I happen to know, there has been a leak in more than one cas\l undertaken against anarchists of late.. I am going to give this man full s wing, and s ee where he will lead me." "Lead u s, Mr. Brady With H arry working on the outside, I feel that I ought to stand by you." "Which you don t have to do. T:!lis is dangerous bu sines s. I had sooner think of you safely at the hotel." "Where are you going?" "To the rooms of this man Rubens tein." "Then let us go together." They went. The place turned out to be an ordi _nary furnished room house, of v. hi ch there are hundreds in Chicago. Old King Brady rang the be]] and inquired for Mr. Ruben s tein. "Not in," said the woman who appeared in answer. "You are the landlady?" "Yes." "You know Mr. Rubenstein's business, I sup pose?" "Yes, he is a detective.'' ''Here aTe two more," replied Old KinoBrady, displaying his s hield. "With your pe;mission madam, we will goo up to Mr Rubenstein's roon{ and wait for him." The sight of the Secret Service shield satisfied any scruples the woman might otherwise have had, and she told Old King Brady which r oe>m to go to. It was on the top floor, and when the detectives got up there they did not wondei: that no objection had heen raised. It was just a dusty little hall bedroom with nothing in' it but the usual furniture, a few old clothes in a closet and in the bureau drawers. Closing the door Ol d King Brady hastily ran over aJJ the Secret 'serv ice man's few belongings. "This room is only a bluff," he said. "I greatly doubt if Brother Rubenstein really lives here." The old detective now got down on his hands and knees and began feeling about the carpet. Alice understoe>d and lent her aid They were looking for cov.cealed papers. They pulled the bureau out, and then moved the 1 bed "Here we are!" exclaimed Alice. "This corne r of the carpet is loose, and one of the fl.oor board s under it has been sawed through.''


4 THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS "Can you pull it up?" demanded the old detec tive. "I am trying," replied Alice, "but it don't seem to come very easy." And as she spoke someone suddenly tried the door. "Quick!" breathed the old detective. "Back with the bed. Not a sound! It is Rubenstein himself, surest thing!" CHAPTER nr:-Further Adventures of the Three Ones. Poor Charley Brown, the messenger boy, was struck all in a heap, as the saying is and no wonder. For this uigly, hairy giant was no stranger. The man, in short, was none other than the same individual who had so nearly been Charley's finish before. He had been drunk on that occasion, and he was drunk now. His face was red and swollen, and as he gave Charley a fling which sent him sprawling on the floor, the fellow staggered aI)d fell back into a chair, letting out a perfect torrent of thick, unintelligible words. Charley staggered to his feet, for the .giant did not attempt to move. With a roar of drunken rage the giant sprang up, and again grabbing Charley by the throat, he held him firmly by the left hand, while with his right he opened the door of a large closet, in which there were boxes, tin cans, demijohns and other things. With another of his terrible flings the giant sent Charley inside, and immediately locked the doo1 upon him. Then, as the boy fell sprawling on the boxes, he could hear the supposed anarchist leaving the room; a door slammed, and all was still. The closet, as we have said, was a large one, and what was more, there were two sizable holes in the panels of the door, which admitted plenty of air, and the light of a hanging lamp burning in the room ca:re in, too. Charley got on a box and peered through one of these holes. The room was quite a sizable affair, being enclosed on all sides by rough boards. Along the south side Tan a workbench, littered with tools. There weie many pieces of gas pipe on this bench. Naturally Charley thought of bombs. The horrible suspicion that he might be standing on a box of dynamite came to Charley, and he promptly got down. Crouching, he examined the box more closely. It would seem as if his suspicions were confirmed, for the box was labelled, "Dynamite. Handle with the greatest care." A cold sweat started out all over the luckless mes senger boy. He felt that his situation was too horrible to be borne. But what could he do?" At last a door was heard. opening, _and the tramp of feet came, too. Very gingerly he climbed on the dynamite box. He had been sitting on it right along! Three men had now come into the workshop. Two were typical Milwaukee Avenue fornigners. The third was a younger man, and much Americanized. They were chattering away between themselves,. but what the language was Charley could not make out. But he was determined to get out of that horrible closet, even if they killed him, so he instantly t:alled through the hole: "Say, -mister! Hey, boss! For heave!l's sake let me out of here!" If a bomb had been exploded in their midst the men could not have been more surprised. Then the young man made a dive for the closet door, and turned the key. Out stepped a mes---.. senger boy, white with feal'. One of the others made a grab for him, but the young man shoved him back, saying something which was all too much for Charley, to whom he immediately began talking in English. "How in thunder did you come to be in that clo set?" he demanded as a starter. "It was all a mistake." "Out with it-quick." "Well, say, give a feller a chance to speak, will you? I was sent with a message to Bobsky & Co., next door. The stairs were bl-0cked, and I couldn't get down. I lost my way in the building. Then I had to go and tumble through a trap door. Somebody locked it on me. I came through a pass.age and knocked on a door. A big giant of a fellow, with a beautiful load on, caught me and dragged me in here. Then he locked me in this closet, and there I've been sitting on the dynanli.te ever since. Say, boss, for heaven's sake let me out of here, and I'll never breathe one word of what I've seen." "I don't know whether. you have told the truth or not, but you don't get out of this snap so easy. You have seen things here which will get us into trouble if you talk." "But I never meant to come in here. Ask the man who pulled me in, if you don't believe me." "'l can't do that. He has gone away. Besides, he was drunk. I know that much. Wouldn't believe him, anyhow." "What can I say or do? I don't want to get mto no worse trouble. Honest, I'll keep my mouth shut, mister, if you will let me go." "There is only one way in which you can get out of this snap. We want a 1boy to do something for us to-night, and I think you will about fill the bill. If you will go with us and do just as you are told, we will let you out of your trouble after it i s all over." This seemed rather an odd way o1 putting it, but Charley was in that frame of mind that he was ready to jump at any straw. "All right. Try me," he replied. The young man looked pleased. "What's your name?" he asked. "Charley Brown." "Where_ do y6u live?" "Over on the West Side. Fulton street, near May." "Do you live with your folks?" "I haven't any folk s I just have a room there." "You come with me," said the young man. "You can call me Tom. Come on, now. Behave yourself, and stick close to me, and not only will you get out of your trouble in the end, but you may get out with a good fat wad, so you won't have to be a messenger boy any longer-see?" Tom then opened the inner door, and bidding ....,. Charley follow him, led the way through a short passage, up a long flight of stairs, and then unlocking a door, ushered him into a large room where there were several beds. The room appeared to be on the top floor of a tall


THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS 5 Charley could see the chimneys of lower houses out of the windows. 'fhe1e was another door, which Tom now opened. Instantly a big Dane do,i sprang up and began barking, stiaining at the chain by which it was secured. "You see what you will go up against if yo'u try to escape," said Tom. ''Now then, lie down and go to sleep until you are wanted." With that he shut the door upon the dog and l'etreated through the other, leaving Charley alone "in the room with no other light but the moon. Charley examined the door through which Tom had vanished. It had neither lock nor knob, and appeared to be controlled by some secret spnng. There seemed nothing for it but to obey orders, so Charley lay down upon one of the beds without removing his clothes. But not to sleep! What was coming next was the question. It was at least two hours before it come. Probably 'Charley was in a sort of half doze then, for he 'did not hear Tom enter the room. The first he knew the young man was standing beside his bed. "Wake up!" h e said. "I'm awake,'' replied Charley, sitting up on the bed. Tom lighted a lamp, went to a closet and took out a suit of boy's clothes. "You want to take off your uniform and put these on," he said. Charley was soon dressed in the clothes Tom brought, and then Tom opened the door. Gharley was then led down three flights of stairs and out into an alley by a side door. Tom tied a handker. chief over Charley's eyes, and led him forward. They passed out of the alley, crossed the sidewalk and stopped. "Here's a wagon, and you have to get in," said Tom. "Let me give you a boost." Charley was lifted into the wagon, and Tom followin g, removed the bandage from his eyes. It was a covered wagon, and a rude bench had been placed in the back for a seat. There were two mm on the front seat. Charley could not see their faces, for they kept their back s turned. Immediately the wagon started. CHAPTER IV.-Alice Proves the Existence of the Anarchists' League." Old King Brady and Alice were certainly caught at the wrong moment. Had they been given ten second s more the secret of that hole in the floor would have been revealed. Very softly Old King Brady tifted the bed back into place, and then unlocked the door. And, sure enough, the man Rubenstein stood outside. "Well, Mr. Drady !" he exclaimed. "Miss Montgomery, too! Well, well! What about this?" "Ha! Mr. Rubenstein! I beg your pardon for locking your own door against you," sai d Old King Brady, extending his hand. "Mr. Fisher gave me your address. I wanted to confer with you about the S e c;:ct Service case we a1e working on. The iandlady told us to come right up. We have bNn waiting fol' you, and as Miss Montgomery and I had some private matters to discuss, I took the liberty of locking the door." "Sol" said the Secret Servioe man. "Sit down. Make yourselves as comfortable as y o u can in my poor room," he said. "I'll sit on the bEd. Never had the pleasure of meeting you before Mr. Brady, but, of course, I know you by sight, and Miss Montgomery, too." "Of cour:;e, you don't know what case I am working on, ML Rubenstein," began the old de tective, "so l will tell you that we were sent out here to Chicago to look up a league of anarchists and bdmb throwers, which the Secret Service people imagine has been formed here. We have been at it for a week, but have met with no pa1 ticular success. It seems to me that what we need is a man who speaks Russian and Yiddish. I have obtained the address of several anaPchist holdouts. It will be easy enough for us to get into these places in disguise, but what will that amount to when neither of us understands one word of these languages?" "Nothing," replied Rubenstein. "Nothing at all." "So I say, and so I told Mr. Fisher. He suggested you, said you could speak both Russian and Yiddi s h. He thought you would be just the man to h elp u s out. Said you were not doing any s pecial work just now. That is why we are here." "I see. And am these orders? Am I to take hold and work with you?" "Yes. The matter is entirely in my hands. Mr. Fisher will confirm what I say in the morn ing." "I see. Well, Mr. Brady, you certainly have come to the right man. I almost wonder that the Washington people did not give me the case. That's what I was hired for, and sent here to look into the anarchist question. My orders have b_een to report direct to the chief, and that is why Fisher doesn't know more about it. I will telephone Washington in the morning, and if I get orders to work with you then I am your man." _It sounded straight. This was just what Rubenstein should have done. And yet as he looked the man over, Old King Brady could not help feelini.g impressed that Mr. Fisher was quite right, and that he was a person to be distrusted. "Where can I communicate with you?" he asked the old detective. "At the Sherman House any time you name. Call me up and make an appointment." "Very well. Anyhow I'll call around to-mor-row evening, say about seven o'clock." "Come at six and have supper with us." "Very well, I shall be pleased to do so." The detectives left the house. Alice observed that Old King Brady put the catch of the night latch back. "Are you thinki!Tg of making another try under the bed?" she asked when they got down the steps. "Yes, if he comes out," replied the old detective. "Mr. Brady, I take p.o stock in that man." "Nor do I. He is surely a crook. I can't imag-ine what the Secret Service people can be thinking of to employ such a man." As he said it, Old King Brady turned into an alley. "What's this for?" demanded Alice. "To watch that door," was the reply. "I think w e shall see our man. If so, I go on the shadow,


6 THE BRAD Y S AFTER THE BOMB T HR OWERS and you slip i n there a n d s ee what good work you can do untler the bed." "I am ready," replied Alice promptly. "Only giv e me the chance They stood in silence for some m inutes, nothing happening. Suddenly foe old detective nudge d Alice's arm. "Here he comes. On the job, Alice, and I go on the trail." It was Detecfrve Rube nstein coming out of the hou s e. He pulkd the doo1 shut after him, and running down the steps hurrie d up the street. Alice lost nc time in getting back to the hou s e It was a m atter which required the greatest caution. Cautiously Alice tried the door It was a s she hoped-on the latch. She glided in, closed it after her, and slipped upstairs. Her e, all she had rather expected, s he found her way barred. Detective Ruben stein had take n the precaution to lock the door behind him, and had carri ed awa y the key. Alice listened, but could hear n o one :;tirring. She got out her bunch of skeleto n keys and easily opened the door. This time s h e did riot dare to light the lamp, for fear of detec t ion, so she was obliged to depend upon her flashlight. This served h e r purpose well enough, and moving away the bed, she got busy with the s a wed floor board. It was easily managed. All s h e had to do was to stick a )rnife into the boar d a n d pull the sawed-off piece up. Flashing her 1.ght into the space between the doo r beams, Ali c e saw a iarge leather wallet lying there. Sh. e took i t ou t a n d opening i t found that it was stuffed with paper. 'al t e nothing away with you unles s you have ;,o," h a d been Old King Brady's po sitive order. So Alice b egan opening the papers Sh e had not looked at more than three of them before s he saw that the contents of the wallet was sure to prove of he utmost importance. So she stowed it away in one of her secret pockets, clo s ed the hole, pus hed .the bed back into place, and was jus t about to d epart when suddenly the door was nrown open and in came the landlady. She caught at Alice's arm and began to scream. It wa::; no time to argue. Alice knew how to handle a cas e like this as w ell a s a mim. She shook herself free, caught t h e landlady by the shoulders and thrust her into the room, for they were in the hall now. Quick as_ thought she closed the door on her and ran down stairs. "Heip Thieves! Murder!" scrnamed the land la d y behind her. Alice expected to be chased as she darted down tLe step s If there was any following it did not co me he1 way. But Alice did '"not fee l safe until s he got to North Clark street, where she took a car and went direct to the Sherman House. "Too bad," she thought. "I am afrai d I have spoil e d everything, but it can't be helped now S he went up to her room and started in to examine the con tents of the wallet at her leisure The papers were all written in German. Alice had n o t pro ceede d far with them before she saw that she had not only made a great dis covery, b u t had no mis t a k e i n bringing the m away with her. W<>r the papers were nothing more nor 1 records of anarchis t meetings. They were the secretary's records. What was more, Charles Rubenstein was the secretary. And the organization whose minutes he had h e r e rec_orded was styled the "Anarchists' League!" CHAPTER V.-Down the Well. And thus, in the most unexpected fashion, right within the Chicago S ecret Service office itself, so to speak, the Bradys had stumbled upon a real clew to the mystery of the anarchists's league. But Old King Brady was to stumble upon something else, not so pl easant, before the evening was ove r as will s oon be s ho w n If Rubenstein s uspected the pres ence of the old d etective b ehind hi m he betrayed it by no sign, for he pushed straight on until he came to a lley. Then making a sudden dive into it, he di sappeared. Old King B rady slipped into the all e y walked to its end. Behi nd was a shallow yard in which was a q u a n tity of old iron. A sha f t exten de d from the M ilwaukee avenue building into the on e alongs id e the alley. In s ho1't the p l ace was none other than the yard into wbich Charley Brown had looked into jus t before he fell tjuo.ugh the trap door. Old King Brady stood lo okrng around. He was well di sguised. But he was shadow ing a Secret Service dete ctive, and he c o uld not place too much confidence in his disguise._ No one was vi s ible that he could discover. Qu est1__on no w was into which of the factory build ings the m a n had gone. Old King Brady tried Charley's door fir s t and found it unfas tened. -"Pr,obably he went this way," he thouO'ht.' "Is anything in it for me to follow him "'further? It is hard to tell." He stood debating the matter for a moment, and then determined to explore the lower part of the building at all e vents. He followed the same passage which Charley took, and came upon the trap door It hung down open, and a light from an ordinary lantern, which was suspended from a hook, burned below, enabling him to s ee all plainly. He bent down, and pulling up the trap door, remove d the bolt from its socket and put it in his pocket. Having taken this precaution against locked fa, the old detective cautiously descended the ladder. H e saw at o n ce that the passage into which he had now come led through under the adjoining building, and the lantern she d sufficient light to s how him the door at the other end. Old King Brady pushed on to the doo r Here he :put his ear' against it, and s tood listening. Behrnd the door he could hear men's vo i ce s talking in some foreign language. He now was able to identify Rube n stein' s voice, and he hear d own name spoken several times. There s eem e d to be several men in the room. Old King Brady concluded to beat a retreat, feeling that he had heard and s een enough to give him a good start. "I'll w ait until to-morrow night, and then pla y him on his own li nes," he thought, and he turned to leave the place


THE BRADYS AFTER.THE BOMB THROWERS 'l The passage did not run straight to the lll.dder. One had "v .u1 n a corner before coming to that. And an;und Lhat corner sharp eyes had been watching o.d detective as he stood there by the door. '1hus he was taken wholly by surprise when just a;; he made the turn two men wearing o '-t>rdinary poc1,e" hl:mdkerchiefs over the lower pan; of thei1 faces suddenly sprang upon him and laid him out with theufists It was all so unexpected that Old King .Brady was taken entirely unawares, and was fiat on his back before he knew it. "Who vas you den? Vy you coming spy here?" demanded one as the other covered the old detec tive with a cocked revolver. "Hold on! Don't shoot!" cried Old King Brady. "I was only trying to find my way out of this building." "You lie!" cried the man. "Why for you come in? So you make me belief not dat Shoot him so he moves-see!" He bent down and pulled aside the lapel of Old King Brady's coat, while the other pressed the revolver clo se to his forehead. .And the detec tive's Secret Service s hield was revealed. The pair now spoke rapidly in some language which Old King Brady was not able to identify. Then the man who had done the talking hurried o:ff along the passage. Le ss than five minutes passed when the man returned with three others, and one of them was Detective Rubenstein. Old King Brady saw at once that he was recognized, and that any attempt to conceal his identity would be useless. "Yes, he is a detective, and I know him," he said in English. "He i s Old King Brady." There was a general murmur of interest, and all hands began jabbering in German. Presently a whistle sounded. "Get up!" said one of the men. Old King Brady got on his feet. Three revol vers were in evidence now. "Walk ahead!" ordered the man. "Walk quick." At the same time the lantern was extinguished. Old King Brady felt that he had run up against bad business, but there was nothing for it but to walk on. He had not gone more than three yards before he suddenly found himself treading on nothing! Old King Brady had walked into a hole, and now a trap door dropped heavily over his head. As he fell, the old detective stretched out his hands, and thes e suddenly came in contact with the rounds of a ladder. He missed the Jhst one, but he clutched the second, and held on with a death grip. Then as he was able to pull himself together, Old King Brady got his feet on a lower round. He was saved! He could hear the piston of s ome big pump working. Old King Brady knew by this and by the damp ness that the intention had been to drown him in a deep well. The old detective now got out his electric searchlight and proceeded to take stock of his situation, so to speak. He could see the water about twenty feet below him, and he saw upon raising his eyes that he had fallen about an equal distance. He now climbed the ladder and came up under the trap door. But no exertion on his part was sufficient to raise it., For a long time, nearly an hour, Old King 13rady clung to that ladder. But not continually in one ,.place. Later, when he had gone duwn to the water, he suddenly saw light flashed upon it. The frap <..loor had been raised. Someone was fta$.hing an electric lamp down into the well. Old King Brady could just get a glimpse of the man's face, but he could not distinguish his features. Thus it came as a vast and unspeakable relief when Old King Brady heard a familiar voice exclaim: "Governor! I see you! Come on up, "Great heavens! It's the boy!" gasped Old King Brady, and up the ladder he went. Fo1 the voice was that of his partner, Young King Brady! That was the time when Harry was on the job, even if his coming had been somewhat delayed. N eedless to say, Old King Brady lost not a second in getting up that ladder. "Good heavens, Governor," the younger detec tive exclaimed, in a hurried whisper. "What a terrible fright I have had. I was away for a while and when I came back they told me they had caught Old King Brady spying here, and had drowned him in the well. And then the wait I had to put in before I could make a move! It was maddening. I have only just now been able to get heTe. How in the world did you ever manage to escape?" The. old detective explained what had happened. "It is heaven's mercy that your life has been spared," said Harry, earnestly. "But you must instantly get out of this place," he added. "There is work to do, and that to-night. The Anarchists's League is no mYth, as you imag .it might be, but a stern reality. Iam right m with the gang novv." "Do they meet here?" inquiTed the old detective. "Yes. But it is no place for you. Who do you suppose is one of the officers?" "A Secret Service detective named Rubenstein." "That's right! He had a hand in your sup posed death, too. But we must not talk. here. Let u s light out. I may be able to talk in a minute or so when I get you on the street. Hope so, anyhow, for I have work for you .to do." "In what line?" "Why, our line, of course. I'll tell you when we get outside. Follow me, quick!" They ascended through the trap door and passed on into the alley. Here for severnl moments they stood in whispered conversation. "Well, I'll go there," Old King Brady said as they parted; "but don't you think, Harry you better ring off and come with me?" "No; not if we are to get these bomb throwers -and that i s what we are after, I suppose." CHAPTER Vl.-Old Cutch Gets a Tip. Char1ey Brown knew his Chicago as well as a properly trained district messenger boy should. He soon discovered that the ride promised to be a long one. At last they pulled in, and one, turning back, said to Tom: "We can get a drink here. Friend of ours, who keeps open all night on the quiet. Go on in with Kratz and get your beer. You can bring a bottle out to me."


THE BRADYS AFTER THE B'.)MB THROWERS "No," replied Tom in English, as he had been addressed. "I want no beer Go on yourself. If I hegm drjnking I shall keep it right lip, and l don't want to do that." "\,yell, I'll go then," said the anarchist. "Go," replied Tom They had no sooner gone when Tom seized the opportunity to talk to Charley. "Look here, my boy," he said, hurriedly. "Now is my time to talk to you. You understand what sort of a bunch you are up against, I suppose?" "Well, I don't know," faltered Charley: What he did not understand was what kind of answer was expected from him. "Oh, you needn't be afraid to talk to me," re plied Tom. "Listen, now! I must speak quick, for those fellows are liable to get back in a hurry. They are anarchists; bomb throwers. A bad bunch." "But-but aren't you one of them?" faltered Charley. "Sure, but I don't stand for all they do," was the reply. "I don't stand for what they propose doing to-night. They mean to kill you in the end, and don't you forget it. I want you to escape." "Then why not let me get out of the wagon now and beat it?" "No: I can't do that. I should get killed myself if l did. Listen! You do just exactly as you are told un to a certain point, but when y,ou get into the ho.use whel'e we are going to steer you, instead of opening the door, as you will be told to do in order to let us in, you go into the different bed rooms In one you will find an old man asleep. You want to wake him up and say--" "Gee, boss! He may shoot me if I do that!" "Very likely he \Vill try to," replied Tom, coolly, "but you must look out for him-that's all. Get him awake somehow, and say to him that the bomb throwers who wl'Ote the threat ning letter aie outside and after him. That he must escape by the back way, and get over to his factory just as quick as ever he can, fo1 the bomb throwers intend to wreck it when the night watchman comes off duty at halfpast five. Do you follow me? Do you underntand ?" Yes, but what's the man's name, and where is his factory?" Before Tom could reply to this the two narchists came alongsi9.e the wagon, so nothing more was said. The men climbed in, and the journey was Tesumed. At last, when they were a long way out, the man who was driving suddenly turned into a narrow street which ran between two fac tories. Here they all got out, and the man whom Tom had addressed as Joe took from under the seat a little grip, which he patted lightly with his hand. "These are the boys that will do the business," he said in English. "Look out," replied Tom "They may go off by accident, and do the business for us first thing you know." They now hurried back to the avenue; went nearly the length of the block, struck across lots and came to a place a row of te_n. dwelling houses stood on a side street. AdJornrng these ten were ten others partly fin ed. They stood 9.lone in the lots with no other hv s near. somebody was trying to start a new neighborhood here. The piace was as lonely a one as could be found anywhere around Chicago '"Well, here we are," said Joe, "and there don't seem to be anybody around." "Don't stop to talk about it," replied Tom "We want to run the boy in as quick as ever we can." "Yes, if he will fit," chuckled Joe. "I don't know whether he will or not. Nobody but a boy as "small as him could do it anyway." "Try it on," said Tom. "Try i" on, and let's be quick." They entered the new house next to the finished row, going in by the way. Here Joe produced an electric fiashHght They climbed to the top floor by means of foe ladders they found in the place. The bag of bombs had been left in the basement, much to Chadey's relief. Reach in,g the tops floor, Tom pulled up the ladder after him and placed it against the wall of the finished building. "Now go ahead, Joe. You know the ropes and I don't," he said. Joe climbed the ladder, flashed his light about, and then descended. "Talk to the boy,'' he said in the broken English he had used all through. "You can make him understand better than I can. "Now looker here, bub," said Tom. "You go up that ladder and crawl in under the roof of the next house-see? You have got the flashlight I gave you. Use it. Find the scuttle hole. The scuttle itself is nailed down. Then you want to get down into the house, go downstairs and open the front door to let us in. Understand?" "Sure," replied Charley. "But suppose I run up against somebody? What then?" "You won't," said Tom. "There isn't a chance in a thou s and. The only person in that house is an old man, and he sleeps sound. He don't even kc.ep a servant, he is so mean." Charlev thought of his uncle. This was just the way "Old Cutch" Jived. Just where his uncle was living then the messenger boy did not know, but a startling suspicion came into his mind as he heard this. For Mr. McCutcheon, as well as manufacturingbrass goods. also built houses and sold them. Charley skinned up the ladder, with Tom behind him, Joe having reported everything all right. "Remember what I told you now," breathed Tom. "You want to get that old man out of there, and do it by the back. You want to be quick about it, too. Understand? Get out your light. Flash it unde1 the roof so you can see where you are going," he added aloud. Tom obeyed and crawled in under the roof. "Look out you don't fall through the ceiling,'" Tom called after him, and it ended there. Charley crawled on. He saw the scuttle hole ahead of him. It was not boarded up to the roof on the sides as some are. When he got to it he found that the space between the frame around the opening and the roof beams was so narrow that no one but a slim boy like himself could possibly have crawled through. But Charley did it. Tuming, he thrust his legs through the open ing, got them on the ladder and descended. He expected to find a door at the foot of the ladder, but it had not yet been put in place Flashing his light about, Charley saw that there were no


THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS 9 doors anywhere. This "1:9p floor had not been fully finished, nor was it furnished. It see med as if the bomb throwers must have known this, for nothing was said about the way being blocked ,by a door. And now came the dangerous part of -liie messenger boy's undertaking. But Charley had no notion of holding back. He descended to the floor below. Here the house had been finished off. The back ch,amber contained a number of trunks and boxes, but no other furnishing. The hall bedrooms were empty; the door of the front chamber was shut, and w!J.en Charley softly tried it he found it locked Prob'ably this was where the sleeper was. Could it be h is uncle? It was certainly very possible that the builder of these was Old Cutch. Charley went into the back room again and flashed his light upop. the boxes. Sure enough, several of them were marked. "A. Mccutcheon." Some bore the address at which the messenger boy was now. One was addressed to the place where the miserly old fellow had been living las t time Charley knew anything about him. "It's Uncle 'Biajh' surest thing," thought Charley "Well, I suppose he won't kill me if I can make him understand who I am." He sneaked into the hall bedroom and looked hrough the window. There were Tom and the two anal'chists standing on the sidewalk watching the house, waiting for the boy to open the door. Joe held in his hand the little grip which was supposed to contain the dynamite bombs. "It is now or never," thought Charley. "I must try to make the old man understand somehow." But his heart almost failed him as he thought of the rough treatment he had received at his uncle's hands. It was back into the hall then, and Charley knocked sharply on the locked door. Evidently Old Cutch was a heavy sleeper. Charley had to knock seve1al times before there was any movement behind that door. Then he heard some one stirring. "Who's there?" a voice called. It was a tremulous voice, too. Charley could not recognize it as his uncle's voice, but this was not strange, seeing that he was scarcely ac quainted with'the old man. But assuming that ho 'Rad made no mistake he put his mouth to the keyhole and called : "Uncle 'Bijah! It is I-Charley Brown! !'ye come to warn you! There are bomb throwers outside! You want to get right up l They are after you! I shouldn't wonder if they meant to blow up the house!" In answer, there came a strange cry, half of rnge, half of terror, and then Charley could hear someone walking about in bare feet. The steps approached the door. "You can't fool me!" a voice called. "Get out of my house, you infernal thief l I'm 'going to fire now through the door!" And shoot he did. There was a sharp report and the ball came crashing through the panel. Ch:nley inmped aside just in time. "The old fo9l!" he thought. "He will block his own game! What on earth am I to do?" He did nothing but wait, and that proved to be the very best thing he could have done. Hearing no sound the man behind the door got anxious. Presently Charlie heard the key softly turn, and the door opened a mere crack. Charley realized what was coming and did a brtght thing. He turned Tom's flashlight upon his own face. "Well! Charley!" gasped Old Cutch, for the man behind the door was no one el s e. "You want to come out of there, Uncle 'Bijah, and you want to get a move on quick!" cried Charley. "I'm giving it to you straight! The bomb throwe;rs are after you!" CHAPTER VII.-Is This the Bomb Throwers' Work? When Old King Brady got away from Harry he made all haste back to tl{e Sherman House, where he found Alice up and waiting for him. It was then almost ten o'clock. From his manner no one would have guessed what a strenuous the old detective had just been through. "Well," he quietly asked, "and what luck did you have?" "Great!" replied Alice, "but I came very near getting into trouble. All he same I got away with the gqods. I hope you won't mind, Mr. Brady. I know your idea was for me not to take them, but I simply had to, for they were too valuable to be behind." "That's a ll right. As things have turned out it makes no difference. Was it trouble with the people in the hou se? I happen to know tha1, Rubenstein did not turn back." ''With the landlady, yes. She caught me in the room and put up a pig holler, but I manage d to get away from her, just the same." "And you found-what?" 1'Why, Mr. Brady, the papers in, that wallet are simply the secretary' s records of the Anarchists' League. It really exists. There can no longer be any doubt on that score." "Ha! Good l Well, there is no doubt, as you say. I have proved that. The Anarchists's League is real. I ought to know, for I have been up against it with a vengeance. Fortunately, Harry was on the job. Otherwise I should not be here now." "Good l I am so glad you have seen Harry!" cried Alice, her face lighting up, "The boy is certainly getting there," Old King Brady said to himself. "I believe Alice i s growing fonder of Ha-rry every day." There had been some doubhts on that score, so far as Alice was concerned, but none on Harry's part. For Young King Brady has long been deeply in love with his talented partner. If Alice would have listened and been willing to give up business there would have been a wedding in the Brady Detective Bui-eau long ago. Old King Brady now went on to tell of his own adventures. "A cl-0se shave!" exclaimed Alice. "But what did Harry have to say?" "A deal. It seems that the Anarchists' League have got it in for Abijah Mccutcheon, better kp.own as Old Cutch, who has been having trouble with the employees. of his brass factory of late. That's w here Hanv has been working, you know. They intend to-night to break into the old man's house and carry him off, holding him


10 THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS unti l he comes down with a big, fat ransom. They mean also to wreck a lot of houses he has been building away out in North Chic a go, but Han-y hopes to prevent that. They have got a district messenger boy, who they intend to use to help them out in their sch e::ne Harry intends to fix it with the boy, s o that he will warn the old man and get him out in time. He wants us to be Oii hand to me e t him and t o take the matter of saving the factory up with him. I h a ve promise d to d o so, and that i s where we are booked for io-night, or rather early to-m onow morning, fo r the y d on't propose to pull the j o b off before three o' c l ock. "Why not. notify the poli c e and arrest these men?" "Harry does not want it so The r e are only two of the m. He thinks it will spo il our chance of smashing the Anarchists' League if we do that, and I guess he i s right; anyhow, I s h a ll abide by his judgment and d o just as he says But now to examine your find. What language are these minutes in?" "German." "Go od! Read them to me, pleas e." And Alice read the papers throug h The y were less valuable in Old Iting Brady's e yes than in hers The old detective poihtec! out to h e r that while the minutes mentioned dynamite outl'ages in ma-' ci ies. rPcorcled t h e selling o f bom bs to Black Hand Italians and other de sperate peo ple, still no names were mentione d, except that of Ruben s t ein, w ho s; g n e d as s ecretary, and in other particula r s the papers were too vague to b e of much real use. N e verthele ss they fully prove d the existe nce of an o r g a n iz e d band of bomb makers and bomb throwers known a s the Anarchists League. 'Is th'lt pl a<'e whe"e yo u were their principal holdout?" inquhed Alice. "Harry says not," was the .r e ply. "He con si d ers it only the factory. He i s sure that the y have a meeting place elsewhere, and that i s what w e want to g e t at. If we can catch them at their pl ottings it will b e the whole thing. Harry says t hei r talk is all in G erman, although there are both Pole s and Russians among them; so if he can only work in at one of thes e meetings he e xpects to b e able to gather evidenc e which will hold in cou r t and so convict the who l e bunch." Old King Braclv an d Alice d is cussed the situation further. After that both lay down to snatch a little sleep. By two o'clock they were on the move, and three found them in the immediate neighborhood of Old Cutch's new hou s es. Harry had been able only to give the address but the row was readily recognizable. Knowing that the own e r liv r d in the first finis h e d hou s e from the n ewer buildings, Old King Brady and Alice got in behind the fence which faced vacant lots, and waited. The old detective thought it best to come out by the electric cars, lest a cab in the neighbor l10od at that time of night m ight attract too much attention and thus interfere with Harry's plans, which, after all, were v ery imperfectly matured. There was no one in evidence that they could see and Old Cntch's house was qu ite dar k. "You stay here Alice. and I'll sneak around and get a look at the front, the old detective said. "All right,',. replied Alice. "What time is it?" Old King Brady consulted his watch and an-nounced that it was twenty minutes past three. "We are late," he said. "This comes of waiting so long for that Remain where you are now. I'll be back right away." He hurried past the new buildings nearly breaking his neck over the piles of rubbish. He was back in a minute, announcing that he could see nobody. "I am afraid we are all too late," he said. "How ever, w e will wait here by this gate for a w h ile. Those were the orders W e can only o bey." But they were not too late-they w ere just in time. For at that ver y minute Charley Brown and t h e bomb throwers were in the new building, and Charle y was climbing the ladder to get in under the roof. And as this brings u s back to ou r messenge r boy, we may a s w e l l ietu r n to the ins ide of Old Cutch's hou se The old mi ser was taken all aback by the si ght of his n e phew. For he had not for an instant believed that it actually w a s Charley B r own who called to him through the keyhole "So you catch on at last, Uncle 'Bijah!" cried Charley. "Get into your cJoth es You want to get out of this hou s e by the back now and that blamed qui c k, unless you want to be c a p tured by anarchists and m a de to cough up a milli on more or le ss b e fo1e you g e t frel!." Charley could s carc ely have put the case b etter. To par t with any of hi s mon e y, be it on e dollar or a m ill i on, was just what the clo se-fis t ed old brass found e r di d not w ant. "But explain," h e said. "I don't understand how you cam e to b e h e re, knowing all this You ought to have a grudge a g ainst me by rights boy. I admit that, and yet---" "Will you cut ou t the talk-thing and g e t ready to b e a t it? cried Charle y. "If you don't, I will go alone." "Wait Wait!" s a i d the old man h:i s t i ly. "I'll be w ith y o u i n a mi n u.e. Giv e m e time to pull on my clothes." But Charley gave him another problem to chew o n b efore h e coul d close the door. "Say, the y are going to dynamite your fac tory!" he cried. "It's up to yO'U to get over there and stop it. Thes e are the same fellow s who sent you that threatening letter. Get a move on, quick!" Perhaps Old Cutch did not hear all of this At all events, the door slammed befo1e Charley was through. The messenger boy got to the hall bedroom window again and look e d down upon the street. Joe was walking up and down impatiently. The other anarchis t appeared to be arguing with Tom, who was laying down the law. 1 "There will be something doing in a minute," thought Charley. "I suppos e they are wonder ing why i n thunder I don't open the door." Two minutes later Old Cutch appeared, dressed for the stre et. The miser was trembling like a man with the palsy. "Come on!" he gasped. "Let us get out of here ,. qu i ck? If you really have saved my life and my property, Charley, I-I'll do something handsome for you." It s eemed to cost him an effort to get the words out. "Yes,'' thought Charley, with an inward sneel\


THE BRADYS AFTER THE B:MB THUOWERS 11 "he might give me as much as a dollar and a half. I don't want any of his old money. Same time, I don't want to see him get killed, nor lo se the factory neither, with all the poor people there are depending upon it for a living." They hurried down to the ground floor, Charley 1ighting the way with. his electric lamp. "We want to go out the back way and I'll tell you all when we get out," he said. "You-you are not betraying me into trouble, boy!" panted Old Cutch. "I s'pose I haven't been as good to you .as I ought. I-I don't know whether to trust you or not." Charley caught him by the arm. "Say! I'm tired of this!" he said. "If you don't believe me, come here and see for yourself." He pulled the old miser into the basement and made him look through the window. The anarch ists 'i.vere still there. "See !11 said Charley. "Those are the fellows! They mean business! There's bombs in that bag!" "Joe Zin! My foreman in the casting shop!" gasped Old Cutch. "I never would have believed it; and yet-come! Come!" There was no holding back now. They were out in the yard in the rear of the house in a minute. Out through the. back said Charley. He got there ahead and threw it open. There stood a tall, elderly man with a big white hat and a long blue coat, with a stylish young woman at his side. "Good morning, M1. McCutcheon,11 he said. "I am Old King Drady, the detective. I am here to help you save your factory from bomb throwers. You want to come with us without a minute's delay." "Good !11 panted the bn\SS founder. "I-I have heard of you, Mr. Brady. I'll do anything you say. But how came you here?" "Follow me," replied the old detective. And as they started across lots, he tmned to Charley and said: "You a1e the messenger boy my friend, Tom, spoke to me about. How much have you told this gentleman? How much do you know yourself?" The boy had been taken all aback at sight of the detective "Not much, boss," he replied; "and I think I have told my uncle all I know." "Your uncle! 11 "Yes, yes, he is my nephew," put in Old Cutch. "But never mind that. What i s all this about, Mr. Brady? I don't understand it at all.11 "It means that I am after a bunch of bomb throwe'rs,11 replied Old King Brady. "I was tipped off that they would try to capture you tonight and hold you for ransom, and that at halfpast five the intention is to blow up your brass factory on Lake street. I came here with this lady, who is my partner, to o ffer my assistance to help you head the rascals off. It is for yqu to accept or reject, as you please." "I accept it most gratefully," replied Old Cutch. "We must the but ought not those fiends, who are even now in front of my house with their bombs, according to this boy, be arrested? One of them is a rascally fellow, who is my foreman, one Joe Zinovsky. He must be at the bottom of the whole business, and yet I have always u se d h im well." "He is an anarchist, so it makes no difference how well you have u se d him," replied Old King Brady. "His kind war against the world." "But I can't arrest him now," he added. "It would spoil all our plans for bagging the whole bunch. Your personal danger is over, my friend." "But my property here. I own all those house s Some of them are occupied. When they find they can't get me they may want revenge and so de stroy the hou ses." "I 9-on't think there is any d anger of that," said Old King Brady. He was relying upon what Harry had said. Unfortunate1y for Old Cutch's peace of mind, Young King Brady had claimed more than he was able to carry out. For the old detective had scarcely spoke11 when there was a tremendous report, instantly followed by another, and then came a terrific crash. All hands wheeled about when the first explosion came and they were in time to see a part of the row of unfinished houses take a tumble mto the lots, carrying down half of the miser's dwelling with them. CHAPTER VIII.-'-The Bradys Win Out Too Late. Of course it need not now be said that "Tom" was none other than YoungKing l3rady. Harry had been playing a difficult -and dangerous part for days, and he had played it well. In posing as a 'London anarchist who spoke German, he had perfectly fooled Joe Zin and his brother -anarch ists, but in this case he mi ssed his mark. Harry relied upon the influence he had acquired over oe Zin to prevent the destruction of Old Cutch's houses. It had failed. When moment after moment elapsed and the door was not opened by the messeng: !l' boy, the pair grew most impatient. "The boy has either been shot by Old Cutch or he has betrayed u s!" Joe declared. "He was shot! I heard the shot fired! 11 added George Kratz, the man. Now Hany heard the shot inside the house, too, and he also feared for the boy, but Joe Zin was a little deaf a,nd had not heard it. So the two fell to arguing over tbe matter, as they had been doing before this. And that was what they were about at the time Old Cutch and Charley looked out o f 'the basement window. "

1 2 THE BR A DYS A FT:;:::n THE Ij 'ME THROWERS "Am I to throw one, too?" he asked. To hi s relief, Kratz's answer was: 'No; two :ire enough! Look out for yourself now!" And before Harry could say another word the bombs went fly ing in through the op e n front of the unfinished hou se next to the one in which Old Cutch lived. The instant the dea h e si1011lcl d ;e w h e n the bombs we r e throWTI. Harry was fully posted as to the intentions of the bomb throwers. Joe Zin and George Kratz were not in on the deal, be it understood. The men had been chosen by lot at a meeting of the Anarchists' League. Harry did not know who they were, nor did anyone save the officers of the league and the men themselves. There was an open courtyard behind !he office in which the bomb throwers were suppos ed to be in hiding. Very cautiously Young King Brady peered around the corner of the little building. It was too dark to see much, however, and Harry was not able to di s cover anyone. He drew back and letreated to Desplaines street. "Probably they are there," he thought, "but what can I do? Oh, if the Governor would only come!" H e got across the way and stood in the shadow of a building. Several people passed him. It was growing lighter. Harry consulted his watch. It was now half-past five. Just then a man came along on the opposite side of the street and turned in the alley. It was the day watchman, right on time. "This is getting serious," thought Harry. "What on earth shall I do? I shall get the bombs myself if I attempt to interfere!" And just at this moment, looking around, he saw Old King Brady and Alice heading for him, accompanied by one policeman. Old Cutch was not in evidenc e nor was the messenger boy. Harry hurried to meet them. "Well Well h e exclaimed. "You a1e here at last and high time. Did you get tbe old man?" "Yes," replied Old King Brady. "We got him and the messenger boy before the explosion came, but when we got to the station Mr. McCutcheoon was seized with a fit. We left him in it, with his nephew attending to him." "His nephew!" "Yes, the messenger boy. He is the old man's nephew, it seems. What's the word?" "The word with you seems to be only one officer." "Yes. The sergeant in charge doubted ou:c


THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS 13 story. This man is all he would allow me. Are "Can't tell," replied Harry. "He said he would the bomb throwers on the job?" when Old King Bradysaw him, and .that is all .. I haven't seen them, Governor, but I have no I know." doubt they are. It is after half-past five; the This talk took place at the Sherman House on day watchman has but just gone in. I have no the evening of the bomb-throwing day at the brass doubt they are merely waiting for the othel mari factory. Harry and Alice were expecting the mesto come out." senger boy, Charley Brown. They were also ex"Where are they supposed to be?" demanded pecting Old King Brady, who had been absent the policeman. since four o'clock. "Behind the office," repliei:i Harry. "The scheme "Well, I can't wait long then," said Harry, con-is to throw one bomb at the night watchman just suiting his watch. "I left word at the house that as he comes out, the other is to be thrown through I should be in by seven and if Joe Zin don't find one of the factory windows. As I explained to me, there is no telling what may happen. After Mr. Brady, the intention is not to wreck the whole putting in the day in that dirty bed it would be building, but just to do a bit of damage and kill just a shame to upset everything now." the watchman. If we expect to accomplish any"I do wish you wouldn't go back there again, thing we want to get busy right now." Harry. I am terribly afraid, on your accopnt." But Harty did not get it quite straight, as pres"Must," replied Young King Brady. "We ently will be seen. As he fini s hed speaking he haven't done our work yet, by any means. Our darted across the street. At the same instant case won't end until we capture that scoundrel, there was a loud cry and a sharp explosion. A Rubenstein, red-handed, and have smashed the small bomb had been thrown at the watchman as Anarchists' League." he left the factory. "And what are your plans?" What Harry saw as he struck into the alley, "I have no definite plan, except to entice Ru-with Old King Brady, Alice and the policeman benstein into some place to be arranged for with right behind h m, was the watchman on his hands Old King Brady, and there arrest him. That will and knees and a man in the act of hurling a bomb settle his case. But we have yet to locate the at the factory window. A second man, holding league. Of course I can't be on hand when the a gaspipe bomb, sprang out from behind the office arrest is made. The Governor will have to at-as Harry dashed past. tend to that. Ah! Here he is now." Young King Brady got the bomb thrower by The door opened and Old King Brady entered. the throat and bore him to the ground. With an "Well, childTen, I am late," he said, "but not angry snarl the other raised the bomb, which too late, I hope. Has Young Step-and-fetch-it doubtless he now meant to hurl at Harry's head. come?" Old King Brady seized the anarchist just as he "Not yet," replied Harry. was about to throw the bomb. Then came the "And yet the manager of the district telegraph explosion. It was te-rrific, but fortunately for office promised to send him around the instant he Harry, who was bending over his man, its force came in. As I telephoned Alice, I have engaged was expendei:l on the other side of the building. his services indefinitely. But probably he will A large section of the front was blown out and soon show up. They had sent him to Evanston a general destruction wrought inside, but the walls on a call and the manager told me there might stood. Now all this, of course, was but the work be a delay. Well, Harry, have you seen your of an instant, in spite of the time it has taken to friend, Joe Zin?" tell it. "Yes. He woke me up about noon, but I would While Old King Brady held the anarchist, the not go out with him. I pretended to be too tired. policeman bravely wrenched the bomb from his Promised to be on hand this evening. I must get hahd. Alice whipped out a revolver and covered right back. Is there anything you want to say?" the man, who, seeing himself cornered, submitted "Several things, but I can't talk them out in a to the handcuffs. He was a vile-looking prnposihurry. In the first place, I saw Old Cutch at the tion. As it turned out afterward he was a Rushospital." sian who had been but a month in the country "And how is he?" and' could not speak a word of English. But a "In a serious condition. The doctors declare month had been long enough for him to connect that his heart is all gone. The shock was too himself with the Anarchists' League and begin his_ much for him. There has been a complete nerwork of murder and destruction in a free country, vous breakdown." of whose laws and institutions he was as ignorant as he was of the language. Meanwhile a crowd began to collect. Harry handcuffed his man and got him on his feet. Two other policemen appeared from somewhere. Old King Brady looked into the case of the watchman. He was past help-quite dead, as was also the day watchman inside the building, as was afterwa1:ds learned. Thus in a way the Bradys won out, but it was all too late! CHAPTER IX.-Trying to Locate the Anarchists' League. "Do you think he will come?" It was Alice who spoke. "Did he know you?" "Oh, yes, but he did not seem able to talk much. All he did while I was the-re was to groan over the losses he had sustained by these explosions." "Did he show any interest in the boy?" "None whatever, but he gav.e me a call-down for not having been quick enough to prevent the explosion at the factory." "A mean, old hunks! But I must certainly be going, Governor. Now what is it you want to say?" "Nothing that can be talked out in a hurry. What I want particularly is to inveigle Rubenstein into some place where he can be nabbed, as I told you."


14 THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS "Of course he has not phown up at Mr. Fisher's office since?" "No, nor won't. He undoubtedly returned to the room and learned that the minutes of the Anarchists' League had been taken by Alice. That alone is enough to send him into hiding." "Did you get Washington on the wire?" "Oh, yes I Talked with the chief. They knew that he ls an anarchist. They were using him for their own purposes. But they are through with him now and the order i s to arrest him." "Better wait till after to-niight. If I can keep solid with Joe Zin there is no telling what minute I may be introduced info a meeting of the An archists' League. It will all be plain sailing after that. But I really must go." "Go then," said Old King B1ady. "There were other things I had to say to you, but I won't de-tain you since you feel as you do." Harry immediately left. "I wanted the boy's help the worst kind of way!" growled Old King Brady, as the door closed behind Harry, "but it was usele s s to ask it, under the circumstances." "Oh, I don't know," replied Alice. "Hany might have been willing to give up his own plans if you had told him what yours were." "No. It is important that he should take his own head; but if I only had a young man who could speak German and upon whom I could de pend, I should know jus t what next to do." "You have one," replied Alic e quietly, and she pointed to hers elf. "No, Alic:e!" said Old King Brady, with em-phasis. "Yes, Mr. Brady." "I say no! It is too dangerous." "But I insi s t. I have worked it before and I can work it again." This time Old King Brady made no reply. Alice is simply perfect in male di sguise and she can s peak German like a native. Of cours e she wears her natural hair cut short. This i s a necessity with a female detective who expect s to success fully disguis e "I'm going down to supper," said Old King Brady, abruptly. "I'm almost starved. You have had yours, I suppose?" "Oh, ye s ; long ago." "Well, then we will postpone further talk until I come back." And when Old King Brady did come back there sat Alice, made up like a young man, a foreigner, and so perfectly that even the old de t ective could not help expressing himself strongly. "I really believe, Alice, you are the b est female disguiser in America," he said. "Cut out that sort of talk and jus t t e ll me what there is for me to do,'' said Alice. "Well, if you are determined." "I am." "Then let it go so. Look at these letters ." The letters were three in number. They were addressed to "Anton Schultz," at' a certain number on Lake street. Two were postmarked Berlin, the third New York, and this was address ed in a different hand and was in English, while the other two were in German. A.lice read all three. The German letters were from the master of some anarchis t s lodge in Berlin. The first a-:1nounced that the lodge intended se nding to America an English anarchist named Mu s grove, on a s pe ('' l mission. What this mission was, was not eYen hinted at. The second letter stated that Henry Musg1ove had started from London, and the steamer on which he sailed was named. The Ne1'11' York letter was signed by Henry Musgrove. It announced his arrival in New York and added that he intended to come to Ch i cago shortly, and that he would then call upon Schultz and make known his busines s. "And where did you get these?" demanded Alice. "The man Harry arres ted is Anton Schultz," replied Old King B1ady. "He denied his identity, but pape r s found upon him proved it. He refused his add r e s s, but thes e same papers gave it, and I went to his room and overhauled things. That he is an officer of the Anarchis t s League I have no doubt, but the only thing of value which I discovered were these letters." "And your sch eme is to pose as Henry Musgrove?" "Yes. Wanting to meet Rubens tein." "No chance that the man may have arrived?" "There is the chance, certainly, but you can see for yourself that the New York letter was received in Chicago only ye sterday. The po stmark tell s that. It is not likely that the man has started We s t. It is s urely my bait for Rube n stein, Alice. So certain am I that thi s i s so that I had about made up my mind to u s e the messenger boy to carry a letter to Rubenstein at the s aloon on Milwaukee avenue, under which we kno w the anarchists' workshop to be. Of cours e I can use another m e s senge r boy, but if Hany could have gone it would hav e suited me better." "If I can't fill so s imple a bill i t wil1 b e a pity," said Alice. "I don't s ee what you want the mes senger boy for, anyway. He got hims e l f into trouble before and he i s liable to do it again. Write your lette r and I'll take it along." And to this Old King Brady asse nted. As clearly a s he could he imitated Mus grove' s handwriting. The l etter was as brief a s possible. It merely stated that the writer was in town; that h e had learned of the arres t of Schultz; that he would like to meet some officer of the Anarchi s t s League; that he was to b e at Steinbach's hotel on Lake street all the evening, and would remain in the n ext morning until ten o'clock, providing no one came during the evening. And to this the name of Henry Mu sgrove was s igned. "Take it along and deliver it, Alice ," said Old King Brad y, when he had sealed and addressed the letter. "But I see you have address ed it to Ruben stein,"' said Alice. "How am I to explain that?" "By stating that you are a friend of Schultz's. That he sent for you at the jail, and there he told you to get over to hi s room and wait for the coming of Henry Musgrove. You wer e t o tell the Englishman what had happened, and that Schultz's orders were that he should write Rubenstein and you were to deliver the letter. It ..i. is the be s t I can do, anyhow. I can only hope that it will work out right." "I think it will," replied Alier'. a nd I s a y ll!l'ain thot I ro nsi der it far better tha t I s h o uld deliver 't f h".n t he n ; e ssenger boy."


THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS 15 "Go, and good luck attend you," said the old detective, and Alice started forthwith, leaving Old King Brady to go to Steinbach's hotel. As for Charley Brown, he had been given up. It was just as well, for the evening passed and no Char ley appeared at the Sherman House, nor did he port at the district telegraph offce on Dearborn street. Had Charley got himself into trouble again? Alice got over on to Milwaukee avenue. The building adjoining the big factory which has twice figured in our story was a low, two-story, frame structure, with a dirty beer sal oon on the first floor. Abtsky's name was on the sign over the door, and also upon the one in the window. When Alice entered she found the place crnwded with a wild-looking bunch of foreigners. As she read the appearances, this was a typical Chicago anarchists' hold-out. Not a word of English, or any other language s he could understand, did Alice hear as she walked towards the bar. Here she inquired in German for Mr. Rubenstein. The bartender assured her that he knew no such man, and in the same breath inquired what she wanted. "I have a letter for him," replied Alice. "Who from?" "Why should I tell you if you don't know the man?" "Perhaps I can find s omeon e here who doe s ." "If you can do that then tell him that I am here by the order of his friend, Anton Schultz." The bartender caught at the name instantly. "Wait," he said. He called out something which Alice, with all her knowledge of languages, could not under atand. A man with a very long beard came forward. He was a perfect giant in stature. Char ley Brow n would have recognized him as his old enemy, the boy slinger, for Abtsky's saloon was the very place in which Charley had fir s t been slung. The bartender talked earnestly with the man for several mini.tes At last, pulling away, he returned to Alice again. "That man knows Rubenstein," he said. "If you want to give him the letter he will see that it is delivered." "That won't do," replied Alice. "My orders are to deliver the letter to Mr. Rubenstein per sonally." "Wait," said the bartender, and again he returned to the giant and they had another long talk. Alice thou1ght by the way they kept looking at her that neither of them knew exactly what to do. At last the giant opened a side door and left the place. The bartender came to Alice, and, telling her to wait, turned to serve several men who had just entered the saloon. "Rubenstein is here,'' thought Alice. "That fellow has gone to see what he has to say for himself. It can be nothing else." She waited at least fifteen minutes before the Jnan reappeared in the saloon. This time he came in from the front, instead of by the door he had gone out of. Probably he spoke neither English nor German, for he addressed the bartender direct. "Look here,'' said the beer sliniger in German, "if you are willing to allow yourself to be blind folded you can see Rubenstein. There is no other way." "Is he in this house then?" demanded Alice. "No, no, certainly not," was the reply. "Y)t are not to be blindfolded here." "vVhere then'?" "When you get to the place where he is, of course. But decide quick. I can't stand here keeping customers waiting. Yes, or no?" "Yes,'' replied Alice. "All right," said the bartender, "then go with that gentleman. But hold on; you will have to show your letter first. He wants to be sure you really have one." Alice exhibited the letter. The .giant examined the address. He seemed satisfied, for, b eckoning to Alice, he passed out on Milwaukee avenue. And Alice followed, secretly wondering how well her disguise was going to hold water with a s kill ed Secret Service detective like Rubenstein. CHAPTER X.-Charley "Up Against It" Again. Charley was ,greatly disturbed by his adventure among the anarchists. What annoyed him most, however, was not to be able to stick to Old King Brady and see it through. But when his uncle went into the fit at the station it did seem that the only right thing to do was to stick by the old sinner until he came out of it. As things turned out, Charley had to stay by him until Old Cutch was landed in a hospital. "What do you call it? What's the matter with him, anyhow'!" Charley asked the hou se surgeon, when at last he started to leave the hospital. "Why, it is just a igeneral giving out of his nerves,'' was the reply. "He is an old man and he has had a great shock. He will probably be all right in a day or two." And then the surgean, who knew all about the reputation of Old Cutch, as did everybody else in Chicago, turned to the messenger boy and asked: "Who gets his dough if he croaks? They say he's worth a pile of it and hasn't a relation in the world." "You have got me. I am his nephew, and my mother, who is still alive, is his sister,'' Charley replied. "Did he never marry, and have children?" "Not that I heard of. I don't know much about him, anyhow." And away he went, to think of what the sur1geon ha. d said for the balance of the day. Who would inherit his uncle's money if the old man died? Of course Charley had sometimes asked himself this question, yet it had never taken .any great hold on his mind. It did now, however, and he probably would have found occasion to think of it still more if he could have overheard a conversation which occurred at the hospital over the telephone a little later. The house surgeon was called to the 'phone, and at the other end of the wire a man sp oke, who announced himself as United States Secret Service Detective Rubenstein. "I hear you ha Old Cutch at your placesick?" the detective said. "Is that so?" "Yes, it is,'' the surgeon replied. "I hear there was a messenger boy with him. who claims to be his nephew?" "That's right. What about him?"


16 THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS "I am working-for Mr. McCutcheon on a case; trying to find out who wrote him a threate:ning letter he received. I don't intend to see the old man imposed upon. I don't believe the boy is really his nephew." "But he must be. Mr. Mccutcheon said so to me." "Perhaps he didn't know what he was talkin1g about. What's the boy's number." "111." "All right; good-by." And having received this information, Detective Rubenstein abruptly rang off. Now, although he did not mention the fact to Alice or Harry, Old King Bracl,.y was told of this conve1 sation when he came to the hospital later in the day. It made a deep impression upon the old detective's mind. "That boy needs looking after," he thought, so he went to the office on Dearborn street and ar raniged to engage Charley's servjces continuously i;ntil his case against the bomb throwers was com pleted, feeling that the boy would be an important witness against the anarchists. But Charley had been sent to Evanston on a message that afternoon. If Old King Brady had. gone into details perhaps the manager might have told him that another Secret Service detective had been inquiring for the "Three Ones" over the tele phone, and had been informed of this fact. This, however, the old detective failed to learn until later on. Charley attended to the Evanston call. He had been instructed to wait for an answer, and he did so, although it took him nearly two hours to get it. Returning by train, the boy hit the Kinzie street station at six o'clock in the evening when it was dark. As he was passing out on the street a man suddenly came up along side of him and flashed j:l. Secret 1 Service shield. Charley, who had seen Old King Brady's shield, recognized this. "Your name is Brown, isn't it?" demanded the man. "Yes, sir, replied Charley. "I'm a Secret Service man, working for Old King BTady. Catch ?" "Yes, sir. What about that?" "He sent me here to meet you. He wants to see you right away on important business." "But I can't go. I have to deliver a message over on North Clark street. Besides, I've got to report at the office." "I've got a cab here," said the man, "and I tell you what you do. Call up your office on the telephone. Tell them you have to go to Old King Brady, and it will be all right. I'll take you out on North Clark street and give you a chance to deliver your message. Then I'll take you to Old King Brady-see?" It seem straight enough then and it seemed straighter still to Charley when taking the stranger's advice he called up the office, and the manager informed him that Old King Brady had engaged his services and that he must go. This he reported to the Secret Service man, who said: "What did I tell you? I did not seem to be able to make you understand." But he had not told Charley anything of the sort. So the "Three Ones" got into the cab, along with the man with the Secret Service shield, and, according to the orders given the driver, they were taken to North Clark street, where Charley delivered his messa1ge, the man waiting in the cab. "Now for Old King Brady," said the Secret Service man when Charley returned. "Where is he?" asked the messenger boy. "Out Goose Island way." was the indefinite reply. They were heading Goose Island way then, and so this seemed all right, too. And now the Secret Service man began to ask qu estions. "Say, Old King Brady tells me you're the nephew of old man Mccutcheon," he began. "Yes, sir." "How are you related to him?" "He is my mother's brother." "ls your mother alive?" "Yes, sir." "Why don't she go to her brother then, now that he is so sick?" "ls he so very bad?" "Sure he is. The doctors say he can't recover." "They didn't tell me that then. They said to me that he would probably be all riight in a few days." "That was this morning?" "Yes." "And you haven't seen him since?" "No." "Well, he has grown a whole lot worse since then. But you didn't answer my question about "" your mother." "My mother is' insane. She is in the Kankakee Asylum." "ls that so? Hopeless case?" "I'm afraid it is, sir." "So! Have you any other relatives on your mother's side except your uncle?" "Not one." '.'Is that so? Then you and your mother will come in for all his dough. He's got a pile of it, boy." Here it was being thrown at him again! "I don't know anything about that," replied Charley. '1Mebbe he has made a will, leaving it all to some orphan asylum or something." "Don't you bel i eve anything like that," said the Secret Service man, assuming a wise look. "His kind never make wills. They think they are never going to die. That's the kind of man Old Cutch is. But tell me about this anarchis t bombthrowing business, boy. Old King Brady told me some of it, but I'd like to hear the story again direct from you. Who told you to sneak your uncle out the back way, like you did?" And never doubting that he was talking to a genuine Secret Service man, Charley promptly replied, "Young King Brady," and went on to tell the story of his adventure in all its details. And so, indeed, the boys was talking to a genuine Secret Service man! But the man happened to be Mr. Charles Rubens tein, of whom our Charley had never even heard And thus the "Three Ones" let the cat out of the bag. But Charley never dreamed of t}le mi s chief he was doing until it was all too late Meanwhile he had be come so much interested in what was transpir-. > inig that he forgot to take uny particular note of their direction, although he knew generally that it was "out Goose Island way." Suddenly Rubenstein broke off in the middle of a remark against


THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS J..7 anarchists in general, and this bunch of bomb throwers in particular, and exclaimed: "Just look out the window there, boy, and see ..iojf you can catch the next street sig:p. I'm a bit short-sighted. We are taking a thundering long while to get there. It strikes me that this '"' driver of ours may be going wrong." Charley unsuspiciously obeyed. And that was the time he "got it in the neck," so to speak. For suddenly Rubenstein turned on him. Catching the boy by the throat with his left hand and holding him with a vise-like grip, he clapped a chloroform-saturated rag over Charley's nose and mouth. Realizing, now that it was all too late, something of what he was up against the messenger boy struggled for all he was worth. It was no use, however. He might as well have butted his head against the rock of Gibraltar as to try to escape from that terrible grip. Then came the dazed feeling, and all was a blur. Next all was as nothing. Next still, Charley awoke to find himself lying in a very small room upon a dirty bed. His limbs were free and his head buzzled horribly. "What have I done?" thoug-ht poor Charley. "Was that man an anarchist? Have I given away Young King Brady and spoiled everything? Oh, what a fool I have been!" But he need hardly have called himself that. A wiser one than OUJ' messenger boy miight easily have fallen into a trap, so well devi-sed. Charley lay there until things grew clearer. Then he got up to explore. The room had no artificial light, but enough came in through the window to sh o w Charley in a general way how it was. The window was barred outside and the door was as firm as a rock. "I'm a prisoner all thought -Charley. "It's the anarchists, of course, but what in the world do they want of me?" i This he could not guess, unless he had been captured on account of what he had done. Then he began to think of all the questions which had been asked him. Certainly the fake Secret Service man-s o Charley now regarded Rubenstein--seemed to know a lot about his uncle and his affairs. Perhaps it was something conected with Ol d Cutch. Perhaps the old man was dead and he, Charley, was really his heir! "Perhaps and perhaps," the messenger boy re peated to him5 elf. "I can twist this situation any old way. What I want to do is to get out of this snap if I can." As the door was locked and the window barred, there .remained but one possible way of escape, and that was the chimney. There was a fireboard against it, but no stove. Charley pulled the fireboard away, and striking a match, of which 'he had plenty, held it un the flue. The draft caUJght the flame and extinguished it. Charley tried the trick again, and this time with better success. To his immense satisfaction he saw that the flue was but a short one. The stars could be seen twinkling just above. Nor was that all! There were jogs in the iows of brickhe could see them plainly. This was due to the narrowing of the flue as it annroached the roof. But as we have found occa si on to mention before, Charley was a particularlv slim boy. He felt sure that he could get through, for even at the top this chimney appeared to be wider than most chimneys were. "I'll make a stab at it anyhow," thought Charley, and he bent his head and stood upright the flue. Of course it all had to be done in the dark, but that was nothi11ig. Persistency won out. Char ley Brown went up the flue. But when he poked his head out into the open his heart failed him. The roof was not the fiat thing covered with gravel that Chicago roofs generally are. It was exceedingly steep, and covered with shingles. "I shall break my neck if I get down onto that!" thought the messeniger boy. "What in the world shall I do?" CHAPTER XL-Trapped. Joe Zin's room was on Clinton street, near Lake, not far from Old Cutch's brass factory. Here Harry went now, and here he had been making the best of the disagreeable necessity of rooming with the anarchist for many days. He hurried upstairs and let himself in with his key. To his relief Joe Zin had not come as yet, nor did he appear to have been there in Harry's absence. Young King Brady lit a cigar and seated himself by the window, prepared for an indefinite wait. It was even possible that the anarchist might not come at all, for whm Harry saw Zin at noon he had 'been drinkinig heavily, and consequently there was no dependence to be placed upon him. It was h'alf-past seven when Harry hit the room, and it was twenty minutes past eight when heavy footsteps on the stairs announced the corning of his room mate. From the manner in which the fellow walked Harry thought he must be pretty drunk, but when he came into the room he was not much worse than he had been when he looked on Harry at noon. ,,_ "Well, so you are here," he said. ''Yes, waiting for you. I th.ought you were never coming," Harry replied. "I'm late, I know. I was held u,p by a feller. Couldn't get here no sooner. Did you sleeu yourself out?" "Oh, yes. I'm all right now. Have a "Well, I don't mind if I do," replied the anarchist, seating himself on the edge of the bed. He lit up and sat smoking in s ilence. There was something different about his manner, somec thing peculiar in the way he looked at his room mate. Usually Joe Zin talked all the time, but now Harry found it difficult to make him talk at all. He seemed to have something on h is mind. "What in thunder is the matter with you?" demanded Young Kinig Brady at last. "You're as glum as if you had lost your best friend." "I have," growled Joe. "I've lost a friend I thought a whole lot of, but never mind that." "Who is he?" "Never mind. You don't know him-it's noth ing to you." Later Harry felt that he must have been the friend referred to. The anarchist now pulled himself together with a visible effort. "Say, Tom," he began. "I'm going to take you right in with u s fellows to-night, that is, if you want to have it that way. The capture of Tony Schultz and that Rusky g-azabo has left us short handed-see'?"


18 THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS "Well, that's what you have been promising," replied Harry. "You know you told me yesterday that you were going to introduce me to the lerugue." "Yes, and I'm going to do it to-ni,ght. Our scheme against Old Cutch has failed, and all through them Brady detectives. However they got onto our curves I don't know, but they seem to have done it somehow. The league orders is to go for them to-morrow, and you are to help us out. You don't object to that, I suppose?" "Sure not," replied Harry. "I'll help you out an/(. way I can, Joe." 'Well, all riight then. Come along with me," said Joe Zin, rising. "W e'Il hike over to the North Side, and I'll introduce you to the Anarch-ists' League." It seemed like a triumph to Young King Brady then. At the same time he did not altogether like Joe Zin's manner. The man seemed to be casting reproachful looks at him every now and then. "Can he suspect?" Harry asked himself. But confident that his disguise had not been penetrated, he did not just see how that could be. He followed Joe Zin over on Milwaukee avenue. As nothing had been said, Harry rather expected to be taken to the anarchists' workshop aigain, but Joe walked right past it and went up on the next block, where he turned into an alley which is alongside of a small brick building used as a sausage factory, if the sign over the door in front was to be believed. There was a door at the side opening on the alley also, and upon this Joe rapped in a peculiar way. It was evidently a signal, and it was answered by a similar series of raps from within. Then the door was opened and Harry found that he was up against Detective Rubenstein. It was something of a shock. The Secret Service man looked Harry over searchinigly as Joe Zin introduced him. "So this is your friend, Tom Taylor," he said. "It is about time we got better acquainted with him. Come in." They passed into a lighted room where there was sausage grinding machinery. Here six men stood around. As Harry was to learn afterwards, each one of the six represented a different bunch of anarchists. These were the delegates to the league meeting. But there was a seventh man present. It was Old King Brady in his disguise. To explain the presence of the old detective in the sausage factory it is necessary to go back to Alice. The giant conducted her up Milwaukee avenue a short distance, and then trailed through to the next street. Here he turned into a dark alley, whete he paused, and p ,roducing a silk handkerchief, made signs that she would have to allow herself to be blindfolded. Alice nodded, and spoke to him in German, but he did not appear to understand. At last they halted, and the giant was heard to rap upon a doo1-. The raps were answered, and the door opening, Alice was drawn inside. The handkerchief was now -:re;inoved. Alice found herself in a large dimlylighted room where there was machinery. The :place smelled horribly. From appearances Alice judged that it was a sausage factory. It was the same place to which Joe Zin brought Harry later on. foreigners stood about talking. No one paid any attention to Alice. The igiant left the room and presently returning with Rubenstein, Alice was presented to him, and she handed over the decoy letter. Then he ques tioned Alice as to how she came by it. Her an swers appeared to satisfy hi:rr;1 well enough. "This is all right," he said in German, in which language they had been speaking. "I will gO"" and see the gentleman. Meanwhile you stay here." "Stay here!" exclaimed Alice. "What is that for?" "Suppose you have fooled me? Suppose this is a track to trap me?" retorted Rubenstein. "How can I tell? It is as I say, you stay here till I return." Alice protested further, but to no purpose. She was taken to the top floor of the building and locked in a small room where there was not so much as a chair to sit on, and here she was left in the dark. It seemed rather an unsatisfactory turn of affairs. Still Rubenstein was civil enouigh, though firm in his purpose. He answered Alice that as soon as he returned, if he found everything all straight, she should be set free. He must have made all haste in getting over to Lake street, for shortly after the time he turned the key on Alice, the renegade detective turned up at Steinbach's hotel. Old King Brady was Teady for him. As far as he was able to judge, the .old detective was entirely sucessful in deceiving Rubenstein. They talked shop--that is anarchism. Rubenstein spoke freely of the Mccutcheon affair. He expressed great sorrow at Schultz's arrest, and was very bitter against the Bradys. "But we are going to have our revenge, brother," he went on to say. "Would you believe it, when I tell you that Young King Brady has actually worked into our secrets. He has been posing as one of us for the last two weeks. There is no that he is at the bottom of this failure. But to-ni1ght we get square with him. To-night the league meets in a sausage factory which belongs to one of our members. Business is dull with the brother, and his place is well insured, so to-night there will be a little ex plosion in that factory, and when it comes, Young King Brady will be in it. He will never have the chance to play it on us again. But come with me, brother, and you shall see the job pulled off for yourself." And Old Kinig Brady went. As for his mis siof!," he had alrea!iy informed Rubenstein that he could not divulge it until he had talked with Anton Schultz. The detective accepted this, and spoke of Schultz as the "president." Old King Brady was satisfied that all was working right when, having been taken over on to Milwaukee avenue, he was conducted up an alley and introduced to the sausage factory without question. "It is a pity that you can't at least speak German," remarked Rubenstein as they were en tering the place. "Our boys are not very heavy on the English, I must admit. Most of them are newcomers in America, but we shall find a few you can talk to. By the way, I held on to that messenger of yours." "What! How was that?" the old detective de manded. "Until I could be sure it was all straight," re plied Rubenstein. "I have him locked in upstairs now."


THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS 19 "Then I wish you would let him out. I don't want the young man to get into trouble on my account." "That's all right. There will be no trouble. What's his name'!" "I am sure I don't know. I didn't ask him. Schultz sent him to me, and I took the fellow as I found him." "I'll talk with him further in a few minutes," said Rubenstein. "Now I want to introduce you to the boys." This was done, and certainly from the way the old detective was received he had no reason to imagine that anyone suspected him. Nor was this strange. For Old King Brady knows his business, and when it comes to disguising, he is sec ond to no man alive. They were still exchanging compliments when a knocking came on the out side. It proved to be Harry and Joe Zin. Old King Brady had expected it, but he certainly was not prepared for the turn the affair now took. As Harry came in, Rubenstein suddenly raised his hand and shouted something unintelligible. Instantly three men jumped upon the old detective, covering him with cocked revolvers. At the same time Joe Zin caught Harry by the throat. "Oh, you dirty traitor," he cried. "I'll fix you .,._ far fooling me!" And he struck Harry violently in the face. "Ring off on that!" cried Rubenstein; adding: "And I)OW, Mr. Old King Brady, you see what you are up against. We've got you two, and if I don't mistake, all we have to do to get your she partner is to go upstairs You wanted to ring in on the Anarchists' League, did you? Well, you have done it. And now prepare to be rung of the world. In a moment there is going to be a little bomb business done in this building, and the Bradys will be on top of the Bombs when they explode." CH,.APTER XII.-Conclusion. Of course if the Bradys had known about Charley Brown both would have realized that they never had the least chance of fooling Detective Rubenstein from the first. And certainly the Secret Service man managed his end to perfection. Old King Brady was taken all aback; but Harry )lad been in a way prepared for trouble, owing to the peculiar manner of Joe Zin. But the anxiety both felt on Alice's account was ,greater than anv fears they felt for themselves, And now the Bradys were up against it, and troublous times seemed to be right ahead. The talk was all in some Slav language, Russion, or some dialect of Russian probably. At the revolvers' point the detectives were searched. Then thev were tied to one of the iron posts which supported the floor above, back to back. It was not until this was complete that Rubenstein returned to his English again. "And now for your messenger, Old King Brady," h<; said. "If it proves to be Alice Mont gomery, I really must compliment you and her. I ha

20 THE BRADYS AFTER THE BOMB THROWERS Out it came, and the ligbt was thrown upon the door of a little room partitioned off in on e corner of an empty loft. "Say, who are you?" called Charley, going to the door. The key was in the lock, but the messeniger boy wanted to be a little more certain of his ground before he turned it. "I am nobody in particular," replied Alice, "but you are Charley Brown." She had recognized the boy's voice. It was a mistake. Charley's s u spici on s were aroused by the mention of his name. "If you are nobody, then stop where you are!" he cried. "I've got all I want to do to look out for myse lf." "Wait, Charley. I am Mis s Montgomery.'' "Thunder! Why didn't you say so in the first place? Say, what do you want to lie to me for? You hain't Miss Montgomery at all!" For Charley had op ened the door while speaking. No wonder he was deceived, if s o sharp a man as Detective Rubenstein had been fooled. But Alice s oon convinced him, and they exchanged stories. "We want to get riight out of here," she said. "I don't like this turn of affairs. You seem to have given yourself away pretty. well." "I did, and I tell it to you honest, Miss Montgomery, for you ought to know. I never once tumbled until it was too late.'' "Come," said Alice. "Never mind about that now. We all make mistakes. Perhaps there is no harm done ." She said it, but she did not believe it, and now she felt that she understood why_ she had been made a prisoner. They made their way softly to the ground floor. Here light came streaming through the cracks of a partitio:p. which cut off a room on one side, and they could hear voices ta1killl&'. "Good heavens!" gasped Alice. For one of the voices was Old King Brady's. "To traitors, I never have a word to say!" These -were the words. Alice glided to the partition and peered through one of the cracks. She saw enough and heard enough to cause her to pull away on the instant and make for a door which she had already seen. Charley had the door open before she could get there. "Out of this, quick!" breathed Alice. "The Bradys are in there, prisoners in the hands of the bomb throwers. They are goinig to blow up this building. If we want to save them there isn't .a second to be lost." ,, They shot out into the alley then and made for Milwaukee avenue. "Thank heaven Alice has escaped at all events." was the thought which passed through the minds of both detectives as they sto od there back to back, tied to the post. The bomb throwers now got down to business. But there was to be no throwing on this occasion. George Katz was the proprietor of the sausage works, as it afterwards turned out. Perhaps his name had proved a handicap to his business. At all events, Geol'\ge was now gunning for the in surance, and he left the room, returning in a minute with two gas pipe bombs. If Old King Brady had any doubts of their genuineness, then Harry had none for the oombs were precisely such 'as he had h'elped to make in the anarchists' factory. To these fuses were now attached, and a connecting fu se put between the two. One bomb was placed at Old King Brady's feet, and the otherat Harry's. A longer fuse was attached and trailed out in the direction of the door. "Now, then, Brady, prepare death!" Rubenstein. "1 sho uld not have mterfered with you if you have not interfered with me. As for your partner, I will do him the justice tq say that he knows his busine ss. He was never once suspected. It is a shame to deprive the United States Secret Service Bureau of such able as sistants, but it has to be done." Here Rubenstein was cut short in his talk, for Joe Zin lighted the fu-;e. The Secret Service man turned on him with an angry protest, and stamp ed it out as the others made for the door. What his intention may have been it is impossible to say-probably to make further talk-for the same moment the door burst open from without before the anarchists could open it from within. Into the room burst a dozen policemen, wi t h Alice a:r;id Charley Brown in their wake. was lots of loud words and plenty of confus10n for the moment. But the police did the business up brown. The bomb throwers were rounded up to a man. The Bradys were released by Alice :rnd Charley, and assisted in the work. It was Old King Brady himself who clapped the bracelets on Rubenstein. And this b low smashed the An archists' League. Joe Zin was the informer. He gave the gang away, and as many as twenty more were arrested that day; while the bomb factory was raided and all the stuff captured. Among those gathered in was t he '.;iai'.lt "b oy slin1ger," much to Charlf:y's delight. Abtsky, the beer merchan-t, and l; bartender came in with the rest. It was the biggest roundup of anarch ists ever made in Chicago. Some had to be set free for lack of evidence, of course. But Ruben stein, Katz, the giant Anton Schultz, the Russian bomb thrower, and others landed in Joliet, where Joe Zin should have gone by rights, but his in formation won him his freedom. "Old Cutch" died within a week. He left no will and Charley's unfortunate.mother inherited her brother's millions. Advised by Old KingBrady, Charley secured a good lawyer, and the courts appointed a guardian for the boy and a trustee to look after the property. Charley is now at college. His mother is dead. When the "Three Ones" comes of age he will be one of the richest young men in Chicago. The Bradys u sed the minutes of the Anarchists' League at the trial, and they proved of great service in securing the conviction. The case, however, was not a profitable one to the detec tives. All they got out of it was the usual Secret Service fee. There is no tellinig what destruction of life and property might have come but for the successful termination of the case of "The Bradys After the Bomb Throwers.'' Next week's issue will contain "THE BRADYS AND THE MAN TRAPPERS; or, THE TRAIL OF THE 'SEVEN SEVENS.'


SECRE T SERVIC E 21 CURRENT THE RAILWAYS OF THE WORLD The railways of the world had an aggregate length of 748,000 miles in 1920. Of this trackage North and South America had app1oximately 5a per cent., Europe 30 per cent., Asia 10 per cent., and Australia 3 per cent. ODD NAME ODDLY WON The inn known as the "Same Yet," at Prest wich, England, has a curious history. The house originally bore the "Seven Stars," but many years ago it became necessary to have its faded sign repainted. When the painter asked the landlord what he was to put on the board he received the answer: "The same yet," and the man took him at his word. RECORD LOBSTER REPORTED One of the largest lobsters caught in local waters in years was brought into the packing house of Erastus Wilbur at Noank, Conn. The lobster weighed 21 Y.,, pounds and was caught by Bros. of Mystic. A few years ago one was brought in by Capt. Walter Rathbun, which weighed 21 pounds. The crustacean was packed and shipped to F. NEWS C. Walcott of New York. president of the State Fish and Game Commisslon. FIND GOLD BURIED ON fARM When relatives found money sewed up in the clothes of Mrs. John Cassidy, 79 years old, who died on a farm near Porchtown, N. J., three weeks ago apparently in poor circumstances, they began a search of the premises. It was announced to-day that gold and sums o f money have been found buried in various places about the farm. She also had kept secret from her family deposits of nearly $9,000 in different banks. LONDON HAS WORLD'S LARGEST RESTAURANT New York may have the world's largest hotel, but London now lays claim to the world's largest restaurant. Situated just off Piccadilly Circus and called the Corner House, the new restaurant has nine floors and three basements. Its pro prietors S9.Y that they will be able to serve 4,000 persons simultaneously, employing 900 waitresses for the tas k, and they expect to serve 10,000,00 0 meals in the course of a year. r............................ -.................... .. ;: .............. ....................... 1 i i I "MOVING PICTURE STORIES'' I i I Magnificent Art-Work Covers in Sepia Handsome Sepia i I inside illustrations Twice as many and better picture s I i than before Intimate talks with the greatest picture I stars Splendid stories of the very best film plays And g :; E i I I I all sorts of news from t\le studios I TAKE NOTICE! If you thought "Moving Picture Stories" was a bright, sparkling little magazine in the past, you ought to see it now! Improved 100 per cent. in every department. The big portraits of actresses, the zippy short articles and up-to-date interviews make it doubly interesting. No room here to tell you all the good things it contains. Just buy a eopy and you will be delighted at all you get for 7 cents. The Number Out Today Is a Dandy! f '! Don't Miss It 'i .. -.............. ... .... ... : ... ........................


22 SECR E T SERV ICE One Boy Against Many -OR RIGHTING A WRONG By TOM FOX ( A Serial Story) CHA PTER X.-(Continued). \ "I want t o see Toad do u p Shepherd first," said E d s tubbo rnly. "You'll have the police in here next," whined T ed U ncle has forgiven us plenty of things, but y ou'll see, if we get into the hands of the po li ce, ft will be all up with us. No more soft job s naps." "Hav e it yer own way,'' Ed' snarled. "Come on, bo y s, we'll go to Sandy's place; there won't be any mealy-mouths around there playing tricks, and Sneak'll get what's coming to him." "An d ain't I going t o get a chance to poli s h off this sissy?" a sked Toad, the cruel-faced boy, sul l enly N o we've got busine s s, s ide s we'll g e t him some other day. A s he s pok e Sandy grab bed Sneak and drew him toward the outer door. Elisha stepped up t o the boys and put his hand on Sandy's. "You don't take Sneak with you," he said qu ietly. "You know I can knock out any one of yo u b oys in a fair fight, or all of you, o ne at a time; or, po ss ibly all of you, all at a time Of course a fre e-for-all fight would bring the poli'ce, but I'll give it to you if you try to take this lad w i t h you "What did I tell you? He's a coward," Ed cri ed in disgust. "He'd fight jus t long enough to make a noi s e and have the police come to his rescue I know his .kind." "Say," said Sandy suddenly, "I'll let you k eep Sneak here with you, and w e'll all go away peace abl y if you'll stand up to Toad without the gl oves I didn't have g l oves on when I tapped him be fore,'' Elisha said i n s urprise. He knew that Sandy .was thinkiug u p something underhand, but it didn't w orry him in the least. He didn't want t o fight with the boy, for he knew it would have to be a brutal one Toad would be on his metal to hold his own !before the Qther boys. Still, Elisha felt that in a way Ned seemed to be afraid of the crowd that had taken possess i on o f their office. H e knew t h e boy's instincts were good, but he had some fooli s h ideas of manliness. Elisha wanted to impress Ned. with his own strength and fearlessness hoping that the boy w ould want to live in the clean way he did whe n he found out that it gave courage and strength to o ne N ed was looking at him now in an odd man n e r. Elisha would have liked t o read his thoughts In a m oment a ring was formed around the b<>ys, Ed crying o ut, "No trick n o w." Sandy stood ready t o give the w ord to begi n. Both of the b oys stood waiting, w hen s uddenly. Toad's left fist shot out murd el'ou sly. Qu icker than the eye could move Elisha grasped the boy's wris t, twisted it until the l a d groaned with pain, the n unclenched Toad's fin gers and drew forth a knife. "So you thought you could get a thing l ike that over," he said breathlessly. "Right on top of this building, surrounded by police You are a clever gang, not! Why, I am from the countr y, green as grass, but I defy the whole lot of you to get the be s t of me. You are a lot of dirty cowards. Now get out of here, the w hole kit and boodle of you." "You've got the be s t of u s no w but there's al ways another time," said Sandy, has tily. He had ed ged towards the door "Sa y, whenev:er yo.u want to o r g a n ize a gan g giv e m e the high s ign, a nd I'll follo w you to d eath," said on e of the t ou ghts an alert, blue eye d boy with bright red hair, as he l e f t the room with hi s cronies. "I'll do that," Elis h a said gravely. "I'm going to drink ginger ale here a fter," said Ned s olemnly, when t he door had shut on Ed. He had followed the gang ou t of the room. "Ginger ale i s all right for an occa sional drink but s tick to water and milk," Elisha couns eled'. SuQ.denly his voice g r ew ster n. "You mus t t ell m e about this gang Ed runs with. Ho w deep are you and Ted and Ed in it? M r Gre e n told me that things not going right here He a s ked me to keep an eye on things and s ee if I could find out why. I refus ed becau se spying is no t in my nature But when pl ants itself right befo r e me and g ivei me the dare ,' that's another thi n g I a m g oing t o get to the bottom of this." ""'We ll, I g ue ss what's at the bottom 'of the who l e thing i s we have had too much i dle time. Uncle Silas is rich and w e hav e sort of im po s ed ourse lve s on him. We'v e got into bad company." "Is your father a wealthy man?" "No, he i s a s poor a s Job's proverbial turkey." "Where did Ed get li,is machi n e? Surely he didn't earn t h e money t o pay for it, did he?" "No; tha t was the b eginning of the trouble Ed u s ed to inv ite s ome of the fellow s he me t about town up he r e a t the office for a little game of ca r d s We all played penny-ante at fir s t It seemed h armles s sport. I dropped out; got tired of it. So did Ted drop out; he wasn't .a good player either. But Ed stuck. "Ed plays a go o d hand at poker. It wasn't long before the boys began dropping in here dur ing office hours, and sometimes they brought some pretty rich fellows with them. Ed and Sandy always had the best luck. They won quite a bunch of money. Ed wanted here and g o in for. gambling as a living, but Sandy made him stick." "That's plain," said Elisha finally "This of fice. makes a nice r esp ectable gambling den. The police w o uld never think of disturbing it. There ?e a. clever network of thievery and trickery JJl this b11)l.' town. Do you think Ed .,is bad at heart, or is he just weak and easily led?" h e asked Ned. (To be continue d)


SECRET SERVICE 28 GOOD READING SHOT :rvIONKEY-FACED OWL INDIAN HISTORYMAY BE KNOWN A monkey-faced owl, rare in that part of the counh'y, was captured by Earl Crawley of Waterloo Township, Indiana, after it had attacked his dogs. Mr. Crawley was forced to shoot to protect his dog s which were getting the worst of the encounter when he arrived. The shot broke the bird's left leg, but otherwise it was not injured. The owl shows a strong fighting disposition, and no attemut has been made to set its broken leg. I is on display here and probably will 'be sent to a museum. BURIAL OF JOHN WILKES BOOTH E. H. Sampson, Moline, Ill., claims to be the only Jiving man who knew of the burial of John Wilkes Booth. Mr. Sampson, who is now 81 years old, claims to have been a member of the United States Secret Service and was on duty at Ford's Theatre the night Lincoln was shot. H_e saw Lincoln shot, saw Booth jump to the stage of the theatre and was in the party that pursued him. He saw Booth shot and helped transfer his body to a United States warship, which brought it to Washingt on. Colon e l Baker was instructed by Secretary Stanton as to the matter of burial and its great secrecy He was ordered to take another man with him on the duty and bury the body between the hours of 10 p. m. and 3 a. m. on the night of April 21, 1865. Sampson took a pledge of secrecy. The body remained in the floor of the arrnory where it was depo sited for some years until Edmund Booth got petmission from the Government to disintel' it and bury it in the family lot at Baltimore. LORD'S PRAYER IN SPACE APPROXI MATELY .011 BY .002 OF AN INCH The Bureau of Standards was recently a keel to measure what is probably the smallest piece of engraving on glass in the world. The engraving consists of the Lord's prayer. 57-word version engraved on glass in a space .OOlx.002 of an inch. The writing can only be seen under a high-power microscope the magnification required being from 900 to 1,000 times. The measurements by which the above dimensions were determined were carried out in the laboratories of the Bureau. The extTemely small size of this engraving will be realized when it is considered that if a square inch were entirely filled with writing of this size, the entire Bible could be written 25 times in that space-in other words, something over 20,000,000 words could be written in a square inch. This is certainly a very usele ss labor, as it has been demonstrated many times that engraving on glass can be carried out on such a small scale. Such painstaking work was quite the rage in the middle of the last century, and many curio col lections have shells with the Lord's Prayer engraved upon them, but the work was nothing like as minute as in the case referred to above. 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24 SECRET SERVICE INTER.ESTING RADIO NEWS AND HINTS FLEWELLING RECEIVER AND AMPLIFIER The wiring diagram below is very easy to understand. It is drawn as if the front panel and the baseboard were laid flat, edge to edge, and you were looking at the wiring from behind the radio. If you fold the diagram in two, lengthwise, lay the rear part flat, and stand the other half, containing the rheostats, up stra1ght at an angle with the baseboard, you will see just how it would look when completed. Nearly every in is marked so you will know what it is. Each dot means a place where one wire is soldered to another, or is fastened by a nut to a binding-post, or to a screw terminal. Each line means a piece of tinned copper wire rum;1,ing from one point to .another. It is all very plain, for where the wires cross each other, and are '.l s fl/Leo 71 l

.. SECRET SERVICE 25 1 .001 condenser for phones. 1 Single circuit jack. 13 Binding-posts. A few lengths o-f bus bar and an equal amount of spaghetti. The articles required to build the amplifier 11:re: 1 Panel, size 6x10 inches. 1 Baseboard, size 6x9 inches 2 20-ohm rheostats. 2 5 to 1 audi-frequency transformers. 2 Lamp socket s 2 u: V. No 201A lamps for amplifying. 1 Variable gridleak and condenser combined. 7 Binding-posts. Busbar and sphaghetti for wiring and shellac to stick the copper shielding to the back of the panel. The diagram shows you how all the instruments are placed and how they are wired to gether. When fastening the three 0006 conden sers to the baseboard of the r e c eiver it is a trouble saver to use double bindin,g-posts, as you can then wire the condensers together more easily and connect the other leads to them. Be sure to solder the two wirei:: from the gridleak to each side of the single condenser, instead of looping over, a s the leak and three fixed con denseTs must all be joined by wires. A one-half nch hole i s drilled in the panel to let in the four flexible leads from the two honeycomb coils. If you prefer the g roun d and aerial binding-posts at t h e r ear of the s e t t he leads can be changed to the rear of the b aseboard, too. When the set is place d in a cabinet holes can be drilled in the back, oppo s i t e en t ed It will L e noti c ed that a varia ble gridleak is shunted across t h e inp u t wires o f the amplifier. It is there to s tabilize the set, but it is not ab. s olutely necessary with some amplifi,irs .. A jack has been introduced at the output terminals to the amplifi e r in case y ou wish to use a for your phones, or a lad speaker. Each. a udi o-fre quency amplifier is of the same ra.tio., 5 to .1. and the Acme type are marked as md1cated m the diagram. When wiring the set keep all the grid connections as short as possible; do not run wires closer than half an mch of each other, and if p o ssible keep as many as you_ can at right angles with each other. The amplifiers are set at an angle in relation to one another t o howling distortion and loss of cunent. It is not to paste copper tissue on the back of the amplifier paneUut it be done _on the back of the receiver panel t o shield the mstruments. The foil is cut away one-quarter of. an inch around where the instruments press agamst the panel, except where the grom:1d bindilli$("-post sets. This post must connect with the copper It costs about $15 to $20 to build the receiver and about $15 for the amplifier. The face of the panel shows the ground, and aerial binding-po sts on the left hand side of the front, the battery posts at the right, a dial for the variable condenser, the rheostat knob and the two honeycomb coils in their rack. Inside the cabinet are the variable condenser, the rheostat and lead-in wires from the honeycomb coils. The lamp sockets, fixed conaenser and gridleaks are fastened to the baseboard. The face of the amplifier shows the two input binding-pdsts, two phone po sts and jack, two rheostat knobs and the variable gridleak. Imide the cabinet are the two transformers and two lamps sockets fastened to the baseboard, connected up with the wiring. The next issue of this weekly will contain full directions for buildinig a Reinartz receiver and amplifier. This set' is considered one of the finest radios made for lon 1 g distance as well a11 for local reception. THE NEW WA VE LENGTH It has been an active mortth for radio. Several weeks o f opera tion under the new wave length plan, which went into effect May 15, indicates that the ether lanes have not been vibrated to a limit. The succe s s of the system shows that t h ere will be room to expand for a long time to come. Much of the interference which prevaile d in the air during the last month has di sappeared and f e w report difficulty in tuning in the new wave band ranging from 222 to 545 meters. In New Yo r k three of the most powerful stations i n t h e country are operating at' the same time w i thout t h e s l1ghe s t conflict of waves. R eports from Philadelphia, where four stations are broadcastin g ind i ca t e that listeners are del i g h t e d with the n ew arrangement Radio Inspector Batcheller o f the N ew Yor k District reports from hi s observation s that e v e r yone seems to enjoy the greater c hoice of programe. N o longer w ill it be nece ssary for a big station to sto p b ro adcasting in the middle of a banquet, opera or conc ert in ord e r not to encroach on the ti me of another station in the same district. Under the n ew method E:ven the low-powered s ::;i tions are "on the air" ura ctically as long as they wi s h, without cau sing interfere nc e with each othe r o r the larger s tations.


26 SECRET SERVICE SECRET SERVIC:E TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS El0 lni;-le <:opies ................. Potag6 l!'ree ne Co Py 'l'Juee .Months. "' H gne Copy Six J\loutbs ....... ne Co1>y One ....... Canada, $4.00; l!'oreign, $4.GO. 7 Cents 110 Cents $1.76 S.50 HOW 'J' O S.ENll 1UO.N.El'. -AL our risk send l'. 0. Money Order, Check or l{egistcred Letler; remittances in any other way are at your risk. We accept Postage Stamps the same as cash. When sending silver wrap the Coin in a separate piece of paper to avoid cuttiug the envelope. Write your name and address plainly. Address letters to Harry .E. Wolff, Pres. Charles E. Nylander, Sec. L. F. Wilzin, '.l'reas. }HARRY E. WOLFF, Publisher, Inc., 166 W. 23d St., N. Y. ITEMS OF INTEREST A CLIMBING WHEELBARROW In China there is a wheelbarrow which climbs stairs. Some distance ahead of the regular wheel there is another smaller one. In climbing over flagstone steps or bridges the handles of the barrow are lowered until the auxiliary wheel rises above the next higher step. Then the wheelbarrow, which often carries as much as 400 pounds, see-saws from wheel to wheel until the next level stretch of flagstones is reached. SIOUX SUE FOR MILLIONS Several million dollars are involved in a suit to be brought against the Federal Government by the Yankton Sioux Indians, according to AIJ:fred C. Smith of Wagner, a representative of the tribe. The claim is put forward, according to Smith, that the Yankton Sioux ceded territory to the United States in 1851 and 1858, but that no considerations ever were received in return for these cessions. Included among. areas is believed to b.e the site of Sioux Fal)s, as well as the rich quarrying sections near Pipestone, Minn.,. A DOG'S FIDELITY A dog that walked herself to death to get her puppies back home-this is France's contribution to the stories of animal .fidelity. The owner of the dog drove to a wopds, ten miles away, and when he was about to return saw that his dog, which he had taken along, had given birth to three puppies. He placed the mother in the cart and drove back home, leaving the puppies behind. During the night the dog made. the journey from the farm to the forest, a puppy in her month, each trip, thus covering more than sixty miles. 'In the morning the farmer found her dead from ex haustion, her three little ones at her side. TORTURED FOR BEAUTY Parisiennes are going to such lengths to achieve beauty-as quite to put in the shade the painful operation of "dimpling" (making a hole in the chin by means of a drugged needle). Many women think nothing of having their noses broken and reset in a dnierent shape, says a Paris conespondent. Others actually have the eyebrows moved upward or downward, as the fancy dictates. This necessitates a complete removal of the hair and either a false and forced growth in a different position or makeup. One beauty expert, who undertakes to change'" the form of a woman'::; lips, has performed mJ-nY operations. His latest experiment is to make the upper lip turn up, giving it an alluring pout. To do this he stretches a thin hair from the upper lip to the tip of the nose. This nat urally, is limited to actresses, who use it on the stage only. Some fashionable women are being laughed at for their insistence on having their cosmetics flavored. One has her lip-rouge tasting of ba-nana. ... .. LAUGHS Inquiring Strange1'-Can you tell me what those carvings on the station are for? Ticket Agent-Certainly, sir. So that people when they have nothing els e to do can ask about them. Mrs. Hiflier-I discharged the footman to-day, Henry Mr. Hiflier-What for, rny dear? Mrs. Hiflier-Because the brutal fellow was hed our dear little Fido with common soap instead of scented soap Lady-Sir, you should introduce a little change in your style of dancing. Gent-How do you mean, mademoiselle? Lady-You might occasionally step on rny left foot; the right one is nearly smashed. (In the restaurant.) "Here, waiter; here is a quarter for you. And just tell me now what you conscientiously recommend to me." WaiterThanks. If you want anything good, sir, go to some other restaurant. "Do you think your father loves me, Mamie?" "I am sure he does." "What makes you sure?" "Because it was only yesterday he asked me when you and I were going to be married, as he wanted to live with u s." "I wish to say to my congregation," said the minister, "that the pulpit is not responsible for the error of the p1inter on the tickets for concert in the Sunday-school room. The concert is for the benefit of the arch fund, not the arch fiend. We will now sing hymn six, 'To Err Is Human To Forgive Divine.' Bobby (at the breakfast table)-Clara, did Mr. Spooner take any of the umbrellas or hats from the hall last night? Clara-Why, of course not. Why should he? Bobby-:-That's what I'd like to know. I thought he did, 'cos I heard him say when he was going out, 'I'm going to steal just one,' and--Why, what's the matter. Clara?


SECRET SERVICE 21 Jl\lTERESTING NEWS ARTICLES 3,500 POUNDS OF SHARKS TRAPPED Huge man-eating sha1ks have put in an appearance in the waters of Vineyard Sound and Buzzards Bay. Many bathers have been frightened by the sight of dorsal fins cutting the surface clo s e to shore. Some of the fis h that have caused alarm are said by old salts to have been porpoises and other sand sharks. The fact that sharks were in .the vicinity of C'.ape Cod has been substantiated by the catch gf six huge sharks averaging eight feet in length and weighing altogether 3;500 pounds The sharks were caught off Horseshoe Shoals, twenty miles f.rom Hyannis, and were pulled in on manila and a chain with a big baited hook. The sea wolves put up a tremendous struggle and lashed the sea to fury with their tails. HOW CARRIER PIGEONS FIND THEIR WAY HOME A Blitish Royal Air Force Piiireon released from a balloon a mile and a half above the ground, was unable to see the earth below on account of a thick blanket of clouds. After flying around for some little time the bird gave up all hope of finding its way back to its home, some 150 miles away, and settled down comfortably on the balloon, much as Noah's settled on the ark when it could find no place to rest on account of the waters. The pigeon, however, had better luck than Noah's dove. After a time a rift appeared in the clouds, and the bird swooped from the balloon through the gap in the vapor, and two hours later had de]jvered the message tied to its leg. This incident prnves that a pigeon finds its way home by sight, not by instinct,. as many have thought. THE MOTOR'S BATH Almost everything that conce1ns a car has been improved upon; but the washing job, which is the dirtiest, takes-the most time, and raises havoc with the paint on the running gear: is usually performed in the same old way. Now, however, a motor bath, which eliminates these many disadvantages, has been invented and constructed abroad. The first motor bath is made of concrete, the b .ottom varies in depth from 5 inches at the edge to 17 inches near the centre. The car-owner wishing to have his car washed pays a small admission fee to the attendant, who straps a rubber cover over the radiator and the owner drives his car in and around the bowl until he is satisfied that the mud has been cleaned from the chas sis and wheels. The corrugation at the bottom of the bowl-like bath produces a vibration sufficient to shake off the mud. as the water loosens it. At the exit door there is a spray with forced water which cleans the body and any other slush still sticking beneath the wheels. An electric dryer completes the job. THE MOUNTAIN MEADOWS MAS SACRE The Mountain Meadow massacre, in American history, was the ma.ssacre of about 140 emigrants in the Mountain Meadows Valley, about 350 miles south of Salt Lake City. The emigrants were from Arkansas and Missouri. They had been refused food everywhere, until they reached the valley, where they camped, September 7, 1857. They were fired upon by Indians. Some historians state that disguised Mormons were the attacking party. The emigrants withstood the siege, until September 11, when on the promise of p:r;otection by John D. Lee, a Mormon Bishop and Indian agent, they left the shelter of the wagons. All adults and children more than 7 years oid were killed. Seventeen young children were distributed among the Mormon families, but afterward were restored to relatives by the Government. Lee was put to death for his. crime. A short time previous to the massacre Brigham Young, then head of the Mormon Church, had announced that "no persons shall be allowed to pass or repass into or through this territory without a permit from a proper officer." WEALTH IN COMMONPLACE THINGS Men's imaginations have been fired with tales of sensational finds of gold deposits and thou sands of people have dropped their work and fam ily ties and have set out for the newly discovered gold fields in the hope of getting rich. Little do these same peop l e think of the worth of minerals which, if not gold, are worth gold if worked. England is especially rich in ballast pits, where a gravelly substance used for making roads and bedding for railroads is extracted. One of these pits is credited with having made a profit of many hundreds a week for three years on a single contract. This pit has been well developed and new ones are being opened near. Real estate agents do not forget to advertise the fact that pits lie under some estates advertised for sale in the neighborhood. Clay is a very valuable mineral, and in many parts of the United States it is extracted at a very good profit. Certain kinds of clay make ex cellept building bricks and fire bricks while other kinds go into pottery and china. Two of our most valuable natural products are chalk and building stone. These have been worked for many years because their value was recognized long ago. But s ome of our other minerals have only been tapped recently. In South Gloucestershire and North Somerset, England, there are considerable quanti tie of ochre, a clay which must be dried, ground and mixed with oil. Fuller's earth is another ve1y valuable substance. Gypsum is found as a soft white rock and is u se d for many purposes. Plaster of paris, cements and fertilizers are made from it and it also forms the basis for paints. In the aggregate all of these minerals are worth of thousands of d ollars a year.


.... 28 SECRET SERVICE HERE AND THERE A $650 PINE-KNOT Perhaps the most valuable piece of wood ever discovered was recently sold for $650 by a Louis iana lumberjack to a travelling s howman. This wonderful freak of nature wa s discovered in an old pine tree. It i s nothing more than an ordinary knot of the varie ty ofte n met while chopping off your fir ewood. Yet this e xtraordinary object d'art is an exception, for it repre sents a perfect meteor-like appearance, often mi staken for a piece of congealed molasses or the photo graph fl/ the moon' s face. CAPITOL GUIDES HAVING MONOPOLY That guide s in the United States Capitol are in clover, was proven by a Washington newspaper recently. It found that s ightse eing by tourists i s monop olized by a "guide trust." A reporter and a party of fake touris t s trie d to go through' the big building with a guide they had hired outside. When the chief of the Capi t ol guides s t o p p e d and said the outsider could not accompany t hem, or remain in the building, even though th e y had hired him to s ho w them all over Washington, they protested that to employ ano t h e r at 2 5 cents for each person in the party would be too much. This being of p.o avail the y d e m a n ded to be taken to the Senate Sergeant-at-Anns There they found thaf higher-ups confirmed the chief guide, viz., that there i s in fact a rule promulgated by the Capitol Police Board, including Senate and House Sergeants-at-Arms and t he architect, against outs id e guide s going through the building. Hundreds o f v is i tors go to the Capitol every day. In less than one hour three : guide s e scor t e d 125 pers ons, which them $31.2 5 or more than $10 each. DEMAGNETIZING WATCHES Very often an electrician or an engineer or even a visitor to an el ectric light plant di s cove r s after a few days that hi s watch is losing h a l f a n hour a day or more from becoming magnet ize d by the dynamos. In the newer. stations w h e r e the m os t modern machine s are used there i s not s o mu c h danger from these "stary" magnet ic fields a s ther e is around olde r types of machine s The apparatus u s ed by jewelers fo r correcting this trouble con s i s t s of a n elliptical piece of s oft iron with a in the eenter lar ge enough to permit the watch fo be 'inserted. Over t he iron a r e wound a number of layers of fin e i ns ul te d wire. Alternating current i s sent through the wire, and if there is none h andy an additional de viceJrn o w n as a polarity charger must be used with direct current. With v ery little trouble and no expense what ever any one may demagnetize his own watch by a simpler method Take a heavy thread or a light string about two feet long and tie the ring of the watch to it. Hold the string by one end and turn L lhe watch around until the string is twisted about fifty turns Allow the string to unwind, and as the watch ievolves pass it slowly back and forth about two inches above the fields of a motor or dynamo not smaller than a quarter horse power whi l e the machine is running. RAPID MANUFACTURE OF PAPER BARRELS A new paper-barrel machine is claimed to offer g ieat pos s ibilitie s in the production of containers. 'fhough made of paper, its product is light, strong and durable, and can be made rapidly in a great variety of s h apes. The machine con sists ess'i?n tially of a cylinder in two parts, which can be separated to produce barre l s of different shapes and the two halve s arerotated tqgether on a axis Tough "chip board" paper from a roll, passing through tens ion roller s and an adhesive coating device, i s w ound tightly on the cylinder in a p r e determined number of layers The depth of the barrel is adjus ted by the separation of the cylinder halves. When the required thickness has been laid on, a sitting wheel divide s the paper into two equal portions wl1i ch are draw n apart, and the middle receive s an additiona l winding to form the bilge. It i s stated that the u sual form can be produced at the rate of a barrel a minute. Water-glass or silicate of s oda, which sets so quickly that the barrels are ready for immediate use, is the usual adhesive; and for liquids a spe cial neutral coating is applied in s ide to prevent corro s ion. Wooden heads are commonly provided. NEW COUNTERFEIT NOTES Through the Federal Reserve Bank of New York the Treas u r y Department has issued a general warning a g ainst three new counterfeit Fede r al R e serve notes The counterfeits are in $5, $10 and $ 20 d e nom inations The $20 note i s of the series of 1914, with a portrait of Cleveland, i s sued on the Federal Re' serve Bank of Chicago. It is printed from photoetched plat es on two pieces of paper-the fac e of the n ote on thin paper, the back on h eavier paper, with s ilk fiber betwe en. The colorin g the s eal and the number of the note is good and the note i s de s cribed a s very de c e ptive. Both t he face and t h e back are shorter than the genu i ne. The $10 c ounterfeit is

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