Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, March 06, 1930, Page 6, Image 6

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    THE CAPITAL JOURNAL. SALEM. OREGON
THURSDAY, MARCH 6, 1930
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LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
By Harold
PAGE SIX
SHOT
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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
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know. She could not isk Roy
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knees now, working herself In feet
first through the window, but her
eyes were constantly scanning the
lighted windows of the apartmtnt
house. It was not quite &e easy us
it had appeared io be.
The basement' window' was ob
long in shape, and, though amply
long enough, was hardly two feet
in height. She could scarecly
squeeze through-as it was. Mar
tha's hat, with its preposterous
brim caught on the casement and
was nearly pulled from her head.
Her feet, just s she was about
to let go and drop, touched the
basement floor below. She stood
up. The window sill was just a
little above her shoulders. ; She
reached out and, as well as she
could, pulled the grill back on the
sill. 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? Peo
ple out on Jlio street couldn't hear
liit occupants of the house every
time the latter went up ana down
the stair, could they? Well, then?
She ascended the remaining
stairs in a natural manner but
the beam of light tliat played ahead
of her wavered a little, and was
not quite so steady as before.
Disquiet had come upon her more
strongly than ever. She tried to tell
herself reassuringly that, there
wasn't anything to fear; tha, the
worst of it was over now that she
had got safely into the house; and
that it wouldn't take much longer
Just a few minutes needed to
open the wall safe and then she
would be out of the house again.
A tremulous little smile came. Yes,
she knew all, that, but it did not
alter the fact that she was des-
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