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forget her face, her manner, the clear,
womanly look of her eye?she was no
murderess, and it was not in my heart
to denounce her as such. Besides, if
I took this responsibility it would
only serve to shield other crimes of
more importance than the violent
death of this Chilean revolutionary?
the murder perhaps of many innocent
Victims, and the destruction of much
valuable property. For Alva's death
would hardly stop the plotting already
on foot. The money was still here in
New York ready to be used; the propagandists
at Washington would never
permit it to long lie idle. They would
find somewhere ahother leader, and I
alone seemed to be in a position to
balk their' hellish purpose. Perhaps
it was even by their orders that Alva
had thus been put out of the way.
He had acted too slowly, and suaV.otin
Koan aac trt
yiUVil llligui ua>c IU VUOVU uu vv
his real purpose. On every side I was
assailed with doubts.
Y#t, even if I held silent, I knew
not in which direction to turn. I had
apparently lost all touch with the
girl. She had failed me completely?
either by accident, or design. Her appointment
with me had served to reveal
only one fact which might prove
of importance?247 Le Compte street
was undoubtedly a link in the chain
of the conspiracy; it was the home of
Ivan Waldron. Once I told this discovery
to Harris the way might be
opened to closer investigation. But
what had become of Harris? It was
already approaching six o'clock, and
the man had not telephoned me. Surely
he must be aware by this time of
the murder of Alva; the uselessness
of seeking longer to find him alive.
Was he also endeavoring to avoid me?
was his purpose deceit? or had some
suspicion arisen in his mind as to my
really being Harry Daly?
Aroused by this possibility, and unable
to remain quiet longer, I slipped
a revolver from the depths of my bag
into a coat pocket, and departed again
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"They Tell Me You're Hunting
Parker."
for Costigan's, determined to learn the
truth. I approached the same bartender
with whom I had spoken in the
morning, and he must have recalled
me at once, for, without answering
my questions he turned and called out
to a heavily set, red-faced fellow at
the lower end of the bar.
"Dan, here is that guy who was
asking for Parker. He ain't heard
nuthin' from him." ,
The other came forward. eJ bow in a
his way roughly through the crowd
and loosed me searchingiy in the face.
"I'm Costigan," he said shortly. "They
tell me you're hunting Parker. Did
you have an appointment with him?"
"Yes; he was to meet me here this
morning. Then I left a telephone
number, but he hasn't called me."
"He ain't been back; that's the reason.
Co roe along with me; l want a
private word with you."
I followed him rather doubtfully, although
his words and actions appeared
friendly enough in a gruff way.
He led the way to a closed door at the
end of the bar, which, when opened,
disclosed a small business office, containing
merely a desk and two chairs.
To his rather gruff invitation to sit
down, I accepted one of these, chew
ing at the cigar between my teeth, and
endeavoring to appear quite at ease.
Costigan, after securing the door, seated
himself at the desk, turning his
swivel chair about so as to face me,
his freckled hands on his knees.
"George told me about ^ou thia
morning," he began. "At least I suppose
you're the lad; your name Daly?"
I nodded, greatly relieved, but unwilling
to trust my voice. The man
did not know me; had no suspicion.
"Glad ter meet yer?" and Costigan
filled a pipe, and touched a match to
the tobacco without removing his
steady gaze from my face. "We never
had no dealings together, but if yer
tied up with George, it's quite likely
we will have. He an' I hav' been
pardners fer a long while. He's a h?1
of a good guy."
"We just ran into each other accidentally,"
I explained, feeling that he
expected me to say something. "Got
onto the trail of the same boodle. He
told you, I suppose?"
"No, he didn't. Just said he'd run
onto you. and that you were liable to
turn a trick together. George don't
slop over; that ain't his style."
"But he spoke about me?"
"Well, yes, in a way. But it wa'n't
no more than I told yer. He had to
jo out afore rou got 'round, so he
said you was coram', an' for me to be
decent to yer whenever yer blowed
in."
"How long was he to be gone?"
"That's what's got my goat," Cos- j
tigan admitted grimly. "He said he'd
be back in an hour, but he ain't
showed up since, ner sent any word.
I don't want to shove my nose into
your affairs, but I'm gettin' a little
nervous 'bout George, that's a fact."
Somehow the fellow gave me the
impression of being square?honest
according to his lights?and intensely
loyal to his friends. Of course, I
ijj ^ x. x -
couiu not mioriD iiixd aa to iue wuuic
story* but it might be of benefit to
giverhim some inkling of the situation.
"There's no harm, so far as I can
see, in telling you a part of the plan^
Mr. Costigan," I replied slowly, endeavoring
to guard my words carefully.
"I know Harris has every confidence
in you, so Til take a chance.
We're both on to a million-dollar pot
?easy money, it looks like?"
"The h?1! that's some boodle r excitedly
leaning forward.
"It don't come every day. I'll not
explain details, or how the two of us
run together on the trail, and agreed
to split the pot That's our business,
you'll admit."
"Sure; what was it? A bank job?*
"Better than that?South American
revolution fund; coin sent over here
from London to pay for arms, and
maybe a murder or so. It is all in one
bundle, and what we need to do is get
?? am U \\rr\ IrrtAnr rrhfha
our iiUiiUS Uli 1U ?f C ftuwn n "V? v uv
stuff is, but we're still scouting around
for a chance to grab it; it's locked up
yet"
"I see. Ain't been handed over to
the gink who's got to pay it out
That's what George is a-tracin' out
now, I suppose ?'
"No doubt that is what he started 1
after this morning?shadowing the;
fellows' to whom it was to be paid, j
What gets me is, why he doesn't re-1
turn?the guy is dead."
"Judas Priest! How do you know :
that? What's happened?" j
"Why, it's in all the papers; he was
murdered last night over in Jersey
City?stabbed 'through the back in an
automobile. You saw it, didn't you?' |
"H?1! that guy? He was a Chilean
captain, or sometning. ier ac^i t uuiik
that maybe George bumped him off, i
do yer?" ]
"No; I know he didn't; Harris was
with me all last evening."
"And you haven't any notion who
did?" > |
I shook my head negatively. Oostigan
sat for some moments, his chin
cupped in hie huge fist, his pipe ex-;
tinguished and his forehead creased
in thoufht Then he looked up suddenly,
a strange light in his eyes. j
"Say, Daly^' he asked in a hearse
whisper, "do you know if there was a
Russian Jew mixed up in this affair
anywhere?'
i
CHAPTER VIII.
A Friend at the McAlpin?The Dagger
Hatpin. j
His unexpected question startled
me. In a way it was an odd echo of
the vague suspicion which had been
pursuing me ever since the early aft- j
ernoon. Somewhere there was a mysterious
hand operating?but whose
hand?
"A Russian Jew?" I questioned.'
"Why should you ask that?"
"Well, Hi tell you. Maybe it don't
amount to nothin' an' then again it i
I might give us the right steer. A fel- [
low they call 'Sly Levy'?he's a cheap
thief, a dip mostly?blew in yere last
night with a note for Harris. He left
it vfith one o' the night barkeeps, an' j
seerped te? be in a h?1 of a hurry ter j
havt i\ delivered. The d?d thine was j
sealed, but not stamped, an' therej
wa'n't no address on it either. So 1,
didn't think it was no penitentiary j
sentence to pry it open, usin' a bit of (
steam to loosen up the flap. But I ,
ddin't find much, only two lines spelled j
out in print letters. 'Where you met
K, eight tomorrow. Don't fail; im- ;
portant. I. W.' That was every d?n
word. Do you make anything of
that?"
"Yes, I do," I said heartily. "It's part
of this job. I'll explain after a bit
What did you do then?"
"Sealed it up, an' give it back to
Joe. I didn't see no harm in it Do
you happen to know *ho this *1. W.'
stands for?"
"I can make a mighty good guess,
Costigan?a Russian Jew, all right;
Ivan Waldron."
The scowl on his face remained
fixed; evidently the name was unI
known.
"Unn't know the fellow? Likely
enough not; he doesn't operate in
your line, but he is a crook just the
same. I never saw him' myself, but
have heard about him for a long while
?never anything good. He's an agitator,
an anarchist, a revolutionary orator;
one of those bugs who fight society
and government, and hate everybody
but themselves, a loud-mouthed
nuisance?"
Costigan's mouth was open.
"Say?" he interrupted, "what's that i
kind of guy got to do with George
Harris?"
"He's got this to do with him?he's j
out after the coin. He saw some easy j
money, and naturally reached out for j
it He was the first one to get onto I
this particular game. They were |
using him, this Chilean gang, to pull j
their chestnuts out of the fire, and I
that's how he tumbled to this bunch,
of money floating about, begging somebody
to pick it up. He had wormed
himself inside, and knew it was coming.
But he didn't have nerve enough
to tackle the game alone. He wanted
somebody else to run all the risk, and
then turn over his share. Do you get
It now?"
' "Sure; he blew the thing to Harris."
"In a way?yes. He sent for him
to come back from England, but without
explaining just what his graft
was. On the way over Harris picked
up another end of the same net, and
went after it himself. He wasn't under
any obligation to Waldron, and
preferred to play his hand alone."
"And the Russian has found that
out. and now he butts in."
"That's the way I'd read the cards.
Oostigan."
He sat silent a long while, and I lit
a cigar and watched him, his great
hands closing and unclosing, as he
slowly reviewed the situation.
"Say. this guy what was bumped
off?did, whoever did it, get anything?"
"His pockets were rifled, the papers
| say?all but a little change."
"Are you sure this fellow Alva didn't
have that bunch of money along with
mm?"
"No! I'm not sure, of course, but
Harris had been shadowing him for
a month. Still, come to think, Alva
was with Krantz the same night. He
might have touched him."
"With who?"
"Krantz?Adolph Krantz?the banker.
Kulb, Krantz and Company, over
in Wall street," I explained.
"Is he the same guy that 'K' stands
for in the letter?"
"No doubt. He and Harris had an
interview at 247 Le Compte street."
"Le ' Compte, hey! I wonder who
lives there?"
"Well, I can tell you?it's Ivan Waldron."
I ^
His fist came crashing down onto
the arm of his chair.
"H?1! That's all clear enough then.
He and George are up to some deal
together. Say, I believe tnis ?tussian
guy is the buck who got Alva."
"Do you think so? Well, I am not
so sure of that. But, anyway, what
shall we do?"
"Wait until George comes back.
There ain't any cause for us to birtt
in yet. This is his game, as I see It. i
If it was you, Mr. Daly," he added j
grimly, "you wouldn't thank nobody !
to shove in uninvited?would yer j
now ?"
I was unconvinced by his argument,
yet knew of no way of answering it.
He must have read my predicament
in the expression of my face.
"It'll come out all right, Daly," he j
volunteered. "I know George, an* he J
ain't the kind to be outwitted by no
Russian Jew. Let's have a drink an'
we'll call it off for tonight. You leave
me your telephone number an' if anything
happens Fll let you know."
I took a taxi back to the hotel, feeling
restless and dissatisfied, yet unable
to decide on any definite action.
As I asked for my key? the clerk
handed it over, together with a card
in the box, which I read in bewilderment.
"Mr. Philip Severn, C-145. Call
Hotel McAlpin." Could this be Har- j
ris, endeavoring to reach me privately
with some message? Or was it merely
an acquaintance who had learned
of my presence in the city? I found j
the McAlpin exchange number in the
telephone book and gained connection,
my pulses throbbing with excitement.
A woman's voice answered.
"The McAlpin."
"This is Philip Severn. You left a
call here at the hotel for me."
"Oh. yes, Mr. Severn. Tm requested
to ask you to come at once to the
parlor of the McAlpin. on the mezzanine
floor?a friend wishes to see yon." ;
"But reaily, I do not recognize your
Dice."
"Which is not altogether strange, as
I am only the clerk on this floor. I arr
making this request in behalf of n
guest"
"A man or a woman, may T ask?"
Si.c ttiighed good-humomlly.
"Really, I am not at liberty -n You
will corned
"les, of course?"
Before I had really finished my sen*
tence the connection had been severed.
However, there was no doubt now in
my mind but that it was Harris. I
took the subway and was at the entrance
within twenty minutes, eager
to learn what had actually transpired
during the past twelve hours. Without
using the elevator I passed up the
marble stairs to the mezzanine floor,
pausing in uncertainty at the top to
look about in search of some familiar
face. A number of people were congregated
about the railed opening looking
down into the lobby, while others
were scattered around on convenient
divans, or at small writing desks.
From the recesses of the ladies' room
at the left came the strains of piano
music, and the sound of a soprano
voice singing. The song ceased to a
clapping of hands. The faces I was
able to distinguish were all strange
and I moved forward in search.
I had attained the opposite side of
the room before I came to a halt, suddenly
arrested by a vision as startling
as unexpected. Leaning over the rail,
gazing intently down on the jostling
crowd to the lobby below, apparently
a# nil aIca w-o c Vnrip
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dossier Thprp could hp no donbt; I
stood motionless, looking at her intently,
satisfying myself that I could
not be deceited. No. It was certainly
the same girl I had talked with flie
evening before, dressed more elaborately,
changed somewhat in appearance
by a more careful toilet, yet assuredly
the same. She must have felt the
intensity of my stare and thus sensed
my presence, for she suddenly looked
about with a little start, saw me instantly
and arose to her feet. There
was a second of hesitation, barely per
ceptiDle, before sne ventured a siep
forward, her lips smiling, her gloved
hand held out.
"You were very nice to come," she
exclaimed quietly. "Especially In response
to so ungracious a message of
invitation." '
"It was you then who sent ^or me?" *
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I Stood Motionless, Looking at Her In- ki
i or
ten 1.1 jr. w
-Or course. Did you Imagine some
one else?" ?
"I came rather blindly," I admitted,
unwilling to mention Harris. 'Tour i
messenger refused to satisfy my cu-1
riosity even to the extent of telling the
sex of the one calling."
She Jaughed, quite at her ease now,
and seemingly amused.
"She was duly warned. I confess
I feared you might hesitate to resikrad j
if you once knew what awaited you."
"No fear of that."
"But 1 didn't Know," ner voice more
earnest, her eyes on my face questicningly.
"You have not thought very
well of me, have you? Let us go over
there in the corner, where we can talk j
without being overheard?there are j
two vacant chairs."
We reached there and seated ourselves
in silence. I felt the necessity
of restraint, the desire to permit her
to lead the conversation in whatever |
direction she thought best. She ap-1
peared younger in the bright light, | I
her face e^en more attractive than in j I
my memory. |
"You are tnorougmy puzzieu, arc
you not?" she asked gayly. "Well, I
so was I, last night. It is only right |
I should pay you back in your own j j
coin; that is perfectly fair, I am sure, i
Now I know who you are, but I am j
still an enigma. You accepted me on j
blind faith before; I wonder if you,
are willing to do it again?"
"I can hardly refuse."
"Answered like a gentleman. But
suppose I tell you nothing and yet
ask of you a dangerous service?
Would you risk your life for me, not
even asking who I am or why I make
the request?"
There was a grave earnestness to
the voice, an entreaty in the eyes not
to-be ignored. This was no idle question
to be thrust aside with a smile.
"I believe I can make the pledge?|
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unusual, but?"
"But you are Philip Severn," she!
interrupted, with an expressive gesture.
"Had you not been I would j
have never asked."
"It is very nice of you to put it in J
that way, I am sure, but-how do you I I
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?ve I would be here with you, unless j
knew? You must have faith in me. !
i spite rf all."
*TTri<?c;ihted!y I do. I hard'y hold :
a reasonable faith, however. >; ?
certain amount of curio?jr- ehou'ii
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dy asks unques- onlng devotion to
1 unknown cause. You admit that?"
"Your position is unanswerable. I ,
ill tell you all I can, but that may
>t be much."
"You mean I am to question you?"
"You may try? but I warp you; I am
very difficult subject. I may answer
id I may not. If I refuse, still you |
ust pretend to be content. Are the
rms too rigorous?"
"It sounds like a test."
"It is a test I must remain a mysrv
not from anv real desire to con
al my. identity from you, but be:use
of a duty to others. Now I will ;
11 you all I can."
"You greet me as Philip Severn to- j
ght, yet last evening I told you my j
ime was Harry Daly. How did you i
low I lied? And how did you dis- j
iver who I really was?"
Her eyes sparkled with enjoyment.
(To be continued next week.)
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