Ue Soetelfieates Story No. 9 The Missing Millionaire Plot by Qaorge Bronson Howard, Nov«lization by Hugh C. Wair. Copyright Kaism Company. (Continued from Yesterday.) Mont waa awaiting hsr eagerly, and listened cloaely to her report. "All that w« need now la a mirror," flnlahed the tlrl." Then we can read the blotter, and will have a real Sherlock Holmes clue!" Mona smiled. "I am afraid, dear, that blotter* are not read with mirrors —except In detective storlea! However, we can try It." For the better part of an hour, the two sought Industrious ly to gather the message of the tell-tale blotter, holding a mirror In all kinds of lights and angleß, and then going bo far aa to try the effect of a magni fying glaas—but all to no purpose. The impreesion of, the envelope's ad dress had left out several letters al niost entirely, and those which re mained were so faint and blurred that at the end of an hour the two owned themselves falrlv beaten. "Well, we have done our best!" said Mora. "There is some satisfaction in that thought. Perhaps there will be another development in the situation soon which will set us on the right track!" Little did she dream how soon such a development wag to occur—or the sinister situation Into which It waa to plunge them! It waa shortly after eight o'clock the next morning when the first ink ling of the startling mystery, which was soon to claim the attention of the entire city, first obtruded Itself into the usually well ordered routine of life at the Grand Hotel. This was nothing less than the fact that the occupant o'f Suits No. 124 had disappeared over n'ght—disappeared as thoroughly as though the earth had opened suddenly and swallowed him bodily. Such a sit uatlon would have been sufficiently unquleting had the central figure of the mystery been an ordinary person »ge, without any Individual claim on public attention. But when It was learned that the missing occupant of Suite Xo. 124 was Roland Maxwell, the millionaire plunger and amateur phil anthropist. the official staff of the Grand Hotel from the night clerk up to the chief of the detective staff, and from that gimlet-eyed individual up to the august general manager, himself, were thrown Into a condition of con i ternation. bordering on panic. A belated bell boy, chlded by Mona rather sharply for his delay in an swering her call button, brought to the two Soc'al Pirates their first intimation of the startling situation. The bell bov, It developed, had been detained by the houße detective to answer certain ques tions regarding his last oall at 124. and the youth, filled with the mystery of it Ell. was mors than eager to pour out the whole story to sympathetic listen ers. The girls found themselves in pos session of a fairly comprehensive sy nopsis of what had happened. Mona watched the door close behind the bc#r, with his face glowing at an unex pectedly large tip. and then faced Mary Impulsively. 'lt strides me. girlie, that you and I hold the key to the situation!" "You mean those men I followed ILfsterday?" questioned Mary, turning bacjc from the window. ''Exactly. And what is more. If we use our wits In the right direction, I believe we can solve the mystery. I am going to have another look at that blotter. That Is a kind of a challenge to me, aod I think I see a way by which we can decipher ite secret," Mona carried the blotter to the win dow. and for several mwenti sat •taring at the reflection of its broken letters In a hand mirror. "Bring me a teleEhone directory, Mory," she called suddenly. As the other obeyed. Mona read aloud the zig zagging letters in the glasj. When Jotted down on paper they made the following broken words: D W It r Lu 1 w Re vl w Sa ta i m CI em t. Quite -vldently when completed, the wovds ere an address. "Turn to the Claremont section of the directory," directed Mona. "I think we are fairly eafe in assuming that Is our poyu of depftrtnre. Now for the rest of It. Pun youc finger over the name?, and places listed under the letter R—and see whiit you find." For a fow moments Mary read stead jly. as directed, Mona shtkJng htr head dubiously as she tried in vain to make any of the words match with the fragmentary letters before her. Restview Sanitarium," read Mary. "Walt a moment," called Mona. ex citedly. "I believe we have It." Her pencil skimmed over the sheet of oaper, on which ehe had Jotted down he cryptic letters. "Eureka!" she cried. "It matches perfectly. Rest view Sanitarium Claremont. I won der If we can have as much success with the rest of the nuzzle. Let's see. A sanitarium naturally suggests a doctor. That may be the explanation of the first 'D' in our top line. Turn to the physicians. Mary, and see what we find under the letter 'L.' That ought to be the first letter of our man s last name." Mary read through the finely printed names of physicians, her fingers trav ellne slowly down the page. "Ludlow—Dr. Walter Ludlow," ehe said. And Mona stopped her, her pen cil again busy with the letters of the puzzle. She sprang to her feet decid edly. "Our address reads 'Dr. Walter Lud low, Restview Sanitarium, Clare mont.' " she said. "I think we can profitably spend our morning in a visit to the sanitarium, and Dr. Ludlow." "But what can they have to do with the disappearance of Mr. Maxwell?" objected Mary. "Everything—or again they may have nothing to do with it. We may be on a false lead all round. Thai is why we are going to keep our owo counsel, and work on our own Initia tive until we see what develops from our quest. You ring for a car, Mary, while I finish dressing." It was shortly before noon when the flrls drew Up before a square gray uildlng. set well back In a walf-en- yard. Before an iron-spiked en trance gate, appeared the sign, Rest view Sanitarium. As the car halted, a uniformed watchman opened the gate and came forward to inquire the er rand ot the visitors. Mona had already determined on her course of action, and now she leaned forward, and said in a low tone. "I would like to see Dr. Ludlow, himself. If possible, on a pro fessional matter." The man nodded, and swung open the gate for the car to pass through. "You win find the sign of his office Just ahead." he directed. "If the doctor Is at liberty, his secretary will arrange an appointment for you." Mona thanked him. and as the car came to a halt Inside tte grounds, she beckoned to Mary, and bidding the chauffeur to wait, made her way through the doorway marked Office. ''Are you ready for your ordeal, dear, U necessary?" she said in a low ton% To Be Continued Tomorrow. TEACHERS RE-ELECTED Special la the Telegraph Dauphin, Pa., June 16.—At a recent meeting of the school board directors of the borough public schools the teach ers were re-elected as follows: Pro fessor Mllert C. Hummer, of Lingles town, high school; Miss Anna Houck, of Hummelstown, grammar school: and Miss Eleanor Kmmert, of York Springs, primary school. TO PAVE ANXVILLE STREETS Annvllle, Pa., June IS.—On Monday evening, the board of township com missioners took action in regard to pay ing the streets of Annvllle and opened negotiations with the Pike Company to find out what they will do in the matter. The citizens are heartily n favor of paved streets. 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