New Nick Carter Weekly, No. 38 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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“My first shot will be taken at the man sitting in orchestra row D, No. 15.’ ae A gasp of terror came from the person occupying that seat. Of all those in the house Trim knew whatthat meant. ° ‘ve got to act now or never,’’ he thought, ‘for an inhocent man will be killed in my stead. “YT see now why Jameson insisted on my going to the theatre. _ **He was sure then to have me where he could get at me. _ -_ “He knows the seat where he supposes Iam sitting; if any of these people make an attempt.to resist the man with whom lTexchanged seats will be killed in- _ Stantly. sie Br There did not seem at that moment any cha ice that the people in the theatre would resist. ve. ‘Hiey were spellbound, paralyed with fee _ There was good enough reason for it. The! man on the Ene evidently meant od where every person jee was in view. ver soa felt that if he stirred he _ him: 21f would be shot. Trim had had his fingers upon his re- = xolver from the miotbestt hen Jan ap- peared, but he had not seen his opportu- e eity » vet to use it. ce ontinued : ‘IT want the man in D 15 to stand up.’’ Aw ‘ith a muttered appeal for mercy, the man Stevan whom Trim had exchanged alone we ) ’ J i poe 1M , ra ~~ hare ante ¢ | ihe ' " ne ee ti ' j k a Fi J J et) 2 +i a 4 . ry ' at | hy so Pher 2 was a oss report from up ne the air, ae Lad pressed his finger upon this. | Almost immediately he heard a voice, ‘: ‘saying: , 7p eehen vi ealatat 2 ae come!” The men who were at work with the bags turned toward the stage to’see what their leader would say. He lay there writhing; no help could come from him. His confederates were panic stricken; they needed a leader to help them. Without him they knew not what to do, but each man of them believed it nec- essary to fly for his life. They declines their bags and Gesea to scramble toward the stage. Trim was ahead of them. The minute he had fired, the people near him had shrunk away, fearing that Jan would immediately fire back in their direction. Consequently Trim had a Reet passage to the stage, except for the few rows ‘of orchestra ‘chairs. He bounded over these, leaped into the place where the musicians usually sat, and dashed down the steps that took him | under the stage, The door at the bottom of the steps was locked, but he burst it open with one assault. Lights were burning dimly there sad Ree Over at one corner he saw a flight of stairs leading upward. He ran to these and near the proimptor’s position. A great number of tubes and ‘signal bells were there. One was marked ; ‘police. ‘ees what’s up?” at his elbow. De 2th -atre is held up. ‘Batter down the doors! “] will keep the scoundrels . *- a f . ‘ r — 3 a . . ‘9 , he saw the 1 IC uth ofa speak- ean he ce gnized the voice as that | q ‘ . 5 . ' Ss u 7 £ : ‘ . & ‘'* ‘sw A ; * . ‘ ax » é F . j 4, é es - 4 ~ * . . ? ¥* . ’ eh s : vals ‘oe i -. -) i el 7 q , é ~~ Cd p , : : ?_€ N P i . * i - Z F dj = ; - a. i ‘ ’ - e.’ , 8 sre found that they brought him to the level of the stage and a tts. »* a |} ‘ ‘ 4 4 * 7. * * a , | BY 4! a wins é @ ; . i. 4