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The Treasure-Train by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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How it happened I cannot describe, for the simple reason that I
don't remember. I know that it was a short, sharp dash, that the
fight was a fight of fists in which guns were discharged wildly in
the air against the will of the gunner. But from the moment when
Kennedy's voice rang out in the door, "Hands up!" to the time that
I saw that we had the robbers lined up with their backs against
the heavy cases of the precious metal for which they had planned
and risked so much, it is a blank of grim death-struggle.

I remember my surprise at seeing one of them a woman, and I
thought I must be mistaken. I looked about. No; there was Maude
Euston standing just beside Lane.

I think it must have been that which recalled me and made me
realize that it was a reality and not a dream. The two women stood
glaring at each other.

"The woman in the tea-room!" exclaimed Miss Euston. "It was about
this--robbery--then, that I heard you talking the other
afternoon."

I looked at the face before me. It was, had been, a handsome face.
But now it was cold and hard, with that heartless expression of
the adventuress. The men seemed to take their plight hard. But, as
she looked into the clear, gray eyes of the other woman, the
adventuress seemed to gain rather than lose in defiance.

"Robbery?" she repeated, bitterly. "This is only a beginning."

"A beginning. What do you mean?"
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