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About Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980 | View Entire Issue (March 6, 1930)
THE CAPITAL JOURNAL. SALEM. OREGON THURSDAY, MARCH 6, 1930 2f BIG LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE By Harold PAGE SIX SHOT .V FRANK chptr a . THE WOMAN BUBGLAR The area way, Enid discovered, separated the Murkman mansion Iroin a towering apartment house. Jt was very narrow so narrow that the only Justification she fould think of for Its existence was that it might perhaps furnish light and air to the rooms or tne larger duiki ing. Thanks to the telephone direc tory, she had found Murkman's house easily. Jt was, as she had thought. Just a little west of Park avenue, and she was quite sure no one had seen her when, a moment ago, she had stepped into the area way from the fitret. Now she moved silently along it searching for the basement win dow. It was very dark. She was glad of that. Certainly no one passing by on the street could see her now. Here and there above her were lighted windows In the apart ment house, but they did not dispel the lower shadows and the Murk man bouse naturally was lu black ness. '- Those lighted windows! She halted suddenly and looked up at them. Suppose someone were watch ing from one of those windows! Her lips tlghtented. Yes, she was agrald afraid of everything to night! 8he had been afraid when she bad left Martha Debblns's house, and more afraid the moment she had entered this area way. She stood for a full minute scan ning the windows. There was no one at any of them. She went on again, hugging close up against the wall of the Murk man mansion, but; so far as she could make out in the gloom, it was not until she was" near the ex treme end of the areaway that she came upon the basement window she was looking for and then only to find herself peering down at It in sudden dismay. It was quite ac cessible because Its sill was prac tically on a level with the areaway but it was protected by an iron (Till! Persaps this wasn't the only basement window perhaps there was anothed. She went on down the full length of the house. There was no other window. She came back and stood starin-chelplessly at the iron grill. There wasn't any mistake at least, she had not made any. That was what the code message said: "Basement window areaway." And this was the only one there was one with an iron grill! Under the flopped brim of her hat she passed her hand nervously across her forehead. What was she to do? Mechanically she bent down to examine the grill more closely and as she touched it, she drew her breath in sharply. It was loose; and not only loose, but now, as she put a little pressure upon it, it came away readily in her hand. She smiled at herself thinly. Of course! She was stupid I This had a.11 been "fixed" long ago.' -tlt- " She lifted the grill Just enough to one side to free the window, and tried the window itself. It opened Inward easily. Nor did it make any sound. ' Well-oiled hinges, of course! Whoever had prepared the way had left nothing undone I A vague wonder come to her. Knowing the location and combina tion of the wall safe, and with the means of entry into the house al ready provided for. It seemed strange that the safe Itself should till have been left untouched merely because the house had not been entirely unoccupied until now. Surely it could have been looted without a sleeping, household, say, being any the wiser for it I Such things had been done often enough. Why not here? There must be a very good reason for it, of AtRONl L Raroarae; t K t hartal salt It. mora 14. ltnaiaa tjrait lb. Mhirp It, Dnilair rat of a 9am fO.ltfoM IT. Moral HroL IB. ftlnthamatlcal 1 anfllnai ft. forlval I. Ma, ft. Knhbart Si. 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It did not lit perfectly by any means, but certainly no one chanc Ing In the areaway would notice that it was out of place. Then she closed the" window. It was Inky black inside almost as black as it had been in the "bird cage" last night. But tonight she had come provided against that; and now the flash light which she had purchased on her way across town sent its round white ray uv quisltlvely about her. She was in a cellar jot course concrete-uoored. And, what alone qoncerned her, di rectly in front of her were the stairs leading to' the floor above. She mounted these rapidly, and emerged into what the flash light enabled her to see was a sort of pantry. Here there were several doors. She opened the one that ob viously gave on the front portion of the house, and, stepping for ward, found vherscU in the rear of what was ob'vlously the main hall way. And now she stood still for an Instant, listening. There was no sound. There was such an utter absence of sound that the silence was oppressive and heavy. She bit suddenly at her lips. Of course there was no sound! She went on arain, the white ray lancing the darkness, pointing the way. it was a Dig nan, a Dig house. There were beautiful rugs on the floor. The doors of the room opening Into the hall were closed. Such details she absorbed uncon sciouslybut slit was not concerned with her immediate surroundings. The library was on the second floor, the floor above. Her first steps, as she began to mount the main stairway, startled her, for the silence In the house was suddenly broken. There was no carpet on the stairs. The stairs were bare, polished wood. Her foot steps clattered. Instinctively she began to tiptoe. But that was stupid absurd! She bit at her lips again In vexa tion, were her own footsteps go ing to send her into a panic? 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