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CHAPTER L?In a New York jewelry i
store Philip Severn, United States con- I
sular agent, notices a small box which
, attracts him. He purchases it. Later he
discovers in a secret compartment a writ;
\ ing giving a clew to a revolutionary movement
in this country seeking to overthrow
the Chilean government. The writing
mentions a rendezvous, and Severn
decides to investigate.
CHAPTER II.?Finding the place mentioned
in the writing apparently deserted,
Severn visits a saloon in the vicinity.
woman in the place is met by a man,
seemingly by appointment, and Severn,
suspicions aroused, follows them. |
They go to the designated meeting place,
g|tVv an abandoned iron foundry.
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CHAPTER IIL?At the rendezvous Severn
is accepted as one of the conspirators
and admitted. He meets a stranger
who appears to recognize him v;xr?jrTEK
IV.?The stranger addresses
Severn as Harry Daly. The incident plays
into Severn's hands and he accents it.
His new acquaintance Is a notorious
thief, "Gentleman George" Harris. Concealed,
Severn hears the girl he had fol*
iowed address the conspirators. She urges
them to hasten the work of revolution.
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CHAPTER V.?Leaving the crowd to
discuss the message she had brought, the
girl discovers Severn listening. She ac'
? cepts his explanation of his presence and
makes an appointment to meet him next
day. He tells her his name is Daly. Har*
i \ rls informs him of a scheme he has to
secure a sum amounting to $1,000,000, the
revolutionary fund, and offers to "split"
with him. Severn accepts the proposition.
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CHAPTER YL?Severn learns it was
his new friend and a "Captain Alva" who
had lost the box which started him on
the trail. Harris tells him the woman is
Marie Gessler. He arranges to meet
Severn next day at Tom Costigan's saloon.
Leaving the building, Severn notices
a stalled automobile a few blocks away.
Investigating, he finds the body of Captain
Alva, stabbed to death with a hatpin
dagger. Securing it, he remembers having
seen it, or one like it, in Marie Gessler's
bat
CHAPTER VII.?Believing Marie feft
the foundry with Alva, Severn is forced
to believe she is the slayer. He takes
the dagger with him, leaving the body
tni Ka rtlarnvoroH lntOT? At- tho a/iHraaa
Marie had given him he finds she is
r unknown. He visits CostJgan's and learns
that Harris has disappeared. Gostigan
apparently has no doubt that Severn is
really "Daly," and gives him his full
I confidence.
CHAPTER VHI.?At his hotel Severn
finds a message asking him to 'phone the
Hotel McAlpin. He does so and is invited
to.call. At the McAlpin he meets Marie
Gessler. She refuses fully to explain her
I position, and he is unable to make up
^his mind as to whether she is guilty or
innocent of Alva's murder. The presumption,
however, is all against her, and
Severn, on whom she has made a deep
'mpression, is in a quandary. _
CHAPTER IX.?With Marie, Severn visits
Perond's cafe, an underworld resort,
where the girl believes they may meet
Harris and a Russian Jew, Ivan Waldron,
a leading spirit in the scheme of robbery.
At Perond's, Harris discovers Severn, and
heltevfosr the' latter has obtained the
money after killing Alva, attacks him.
Severn fights him and Waldron off, and,
with Marie, escapes. The girl refuses
fully to explain her position in connection
the conspirators, insisting that Se*
vern must give her his full confidence.
With that he is forced to be content
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The Proof of Murder?The Back Room
t of Costigan's
I watched her through the glass
doors until she vanished among the
crowd in the lobby. I could not permit
her to go away like this; to get
beyond my sight and knowledge?yet
I hesitated too long, until she had
merged into the swirling crowd and
was lost.
It was indeed a strange feeling of
loneliness which swept over me in
that moment. Never before had I felt
such depth of interest in a woman, or i
experienced such regret at parting.
With no apparent effort, seemingly utterly
indifferent, she had nevertheless
become intwined with jmy life, her
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a ucvcoonj xui uuj
The soft pressure of her body, the
touch of her hand, was intoxication;
the glance of her eyes sent the warm
blood pulsing through my veins. She
had become tt> me an inspiration, a 1
memory to dream over, a ho^p no j
longer to be resisted.
This was strange, so strange as to '
be beyond understanding. I argued
It with myself, but to no result. The
fact would not be denied. Here was
an unknown woman, original and
beautiful, to be sure, yet one whose
very identity was shrouded in mystery.
rfo all appearances she was actively
engaged in conspiracy against
the government of Chile, in a crime
against human life. She was unques- j
tionably the authorized agent of a i
gang of revolutionary plotters?I had j
witnessed their reception of her as :
one of their own, and could not doubt
Avlrienre of mv own oves She !
had borne them instructions, and stood
in their midst, in secret conclave,
speaking as one having authority.
More than that, even, she had refused
to deny this connection, to reveal her
name, or acknowledge any other purpose.
She had used me to further her
ends, whatever they might be, preying
upon my personal .interest in her,
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ana yet refusing to lift "a single fold
of this curtain of mystery.
What could it mean, but that she
was secretly ashamed to permit of my
full understanding? The thought of
the stolen money, the murder of Alva,
recurred to me; the invitation I had
overheard for her to accompany him
t on his fatal trip, and her accept
ance; the positive assertion of Harris
that she had done so; her confessed
knowledge that the money had actually
been given into the possession of
the Chilean captain; the nature of the
i weapon- with which h^ had been
killed; her remaining in New York instead
of returning to Washington. I
could not blot these things out, no
matter how hard I endeavored to
' reconcile them with her denials. I
trusted her; I would continue to trust
her against the world, yet deep down
in my heart lingered a question unanswered.
If she was honest, square,
actuated by some worthy purpose, why
did she still refuse to confide in me?
Surely I had been sufficiently tested?
and she knew who I was. If she was
the sister of a classmate whom I knew
and loved, what necessity remained
for the concealment of her name?
What, indeed, except shame at the
part she was playing in this sordid
drama of life? Some of my earlier
suspicion had been eradicated, for now
it was clearly demonstrated that It
could not have been her knife which
had pierced Alva's heart Whatever
j else I might believe against her, this
[ evidence no longer existed, for she
j still wore the dagger in her hat Peculiar
as the design was, the weapon
locked in my valise, which I had
picked up blood-stained on the floor
of the car, was not hers; It had been
wielded in its deadly work by some
other hand. But whose? Did she
know? Did she even suspect the assassin?
Was she even now endeavoring
to conceal his identity? These
questions were unanswerable; I could
only partially drive them back by !
memory of the girl herself; it was
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The Dagger I Had v
Was Gone.
impossible to recall her vividly to
mind, and yet associate her with so
foul a crime.
I was still immersed in such
thoughts, mentally struggling for her
honor, and my own justification, when
I finally attained the quiet of my room.
I was squarely up against a stone
wall; there was no light perceptible
anywhere. Neither Harris nor Waluron
was guilty of thi^ crime; they
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Rideration. These two worthies had
undoubtedly done their best, but had
been outgeneraled by some one else;
and, whoever that other might be, he
had made a clear get-away, leaving
not even a lurking suspicion behind
him. It was the job of a master-thief,
an expert in crime?or else had been
accomplished through the blind luck
of some one whose very identity
cloaked any possibility of suspicion.
My glance wandering about the
room aimlessly fell upon the valise in
one corner. It was just where I remembered
leaving it when I went out,
yet I saw something which surely
resembled a slash in the leather. I
crossed over, and bent down; it was
a slash, the clean cut of a knife, rui? j
ning from end to end, penetrating
through both leather and eloth. Who
ever had done the deed had been unable
to operate the lock, and had
used the blade as a la^t resort, slitting
the entire bag wide open. I inserted
my hand and felt within; nofhing
seemed missing, or greatly disturbed.
I explored to the bottom, and
then sprang to my feet in startled
amazement?the dagger I had con
cealod tnere was gone:
Good God!.what could be the meaning
of this? She had worn that ornament
in her hat openly, purposely, to
fool me into believing her innocent.
There could be no other explanation.
She had confessed being at the hotel,
seeking to locate me, and the number
of my room. What xfrould prevent her
coming up here unobserved, then,
while I was out, and gaining entrance?
And who else would have any reason
to thus search through my things, anfl
aDStract uns important evidence t?x
crime?
Yet how did she know I had It?
How did she even suspect I was the
first to discover the dead body, and
bear away with me the tell-tale weapon
with which Alva had been murdered?
I had no means of knowing
how?only she alone had special reason
to regain possession of that knife.
And she had even dared later to flaunt
it in my very face, to show it to me
in her possession, just as though it
had never passed out of her hands!
Here was revealed a depth of duplicity,
a criminal audacity, not to be expressed
in words; this soft spoken
girl, this woman to whom I knew I
had given my heart, stood revealed
now in all her. hideousness?a murderess,
a thief, a scheming criminal,
coolly concealing the trail of her crime,
and using her very charms of face
and manner to conceal from me her
true nature.
Perhaps she would see me again?
perhaps! The lie was yet warm upon
her lips. She had gone away laughing
at the simpleton who had believed
her, the dupe who had so easily been
deceived by her smiles. The chances
were she had disappeared already,
vanished, left the city, assured that
no evidence now remained behind to
ever connect her with this tenjlble affair.
She cared nothing for me?I)
had been a mere tool, pliant in her
hand?I remained merely in her memory
as something to laugh about, another
victim, a blind, groping fool, with
whom she had played to her heart's
desire.
I sat with my head in my hands
staring at the mutilated bag, racked
with anger and misery. I had been
easy, a mark of derision and ridicule; I
a mere screen for her to hide behind,
while her accomplice, if she had one,
escaped with the spoils. Then the reaction
came; the thought that perhaps
I had not read the story wholly
aright; the faint hope that It might
not prove exactly as I had pictured in
my first wild burst of passion. It was
too infamous, too unthinkable. Why,
if she was guilty, should she have remained
In New York? Why should
she have sought me out, or listened
so intently to the quarrel of those two
men at Perond's? What could she possibly
gain by thus overhearing the tale
of their failure, If she already knew
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WHO was ine murueref uivaivo, auu
what had become of the spoils?
'I could ask these questions, but not
one was answerable. .They merely
mocked me with their emptiness.
Then, shrill and insistent, the telephone
rang.
My heart was beating like a triphammer
as I took down the receiver.
Who could be calling me at this hour?
Who except she alone in this city knew
my name and hotel?
"Hullo."
A man's voice spoke huskily. "This
you, Daly?"
"Yes," hastily, instantly aware or
who was on the other end of the wire,
yet feeling it best to dissemble until
I learned the purpose.
! "Who is .speaking?"
| "The fellow you biffed with a bottle
tonight. No, I ain't got no hard feelings.
Besides, I got something else to
think about than a cracked dome. Say,
I got some dope on how that job was
did, an' maybe could tell you some
tiling else 01 interest, jl got iu una.
with you privately?that's what. It's
a matter for the girl as well as yerself.
I'm playing square as long as
you do the right thing, but I know
who the dame is, an' am liable to
soueal if I get a raw deal; that's put
ting it straight, Harry." 1
"You know who she is, you say?"
"Sure I do. Old Pierre, over at
Perond's, told me. He never forgets
a face, or a name, that old duffer.
He knew you the minute you blew in,
and he knew her, too; she'd been there
before slumming."
"Who is she, then?"
"That's all right?I know: but I
ain't fool enough to blow it over the
wire. If you'll come over here and
have a talk, m spijl a few things in
your ear that'll make you wis*."
44Where are you7"
"At Costigan's."
"What's become of your partner?"
"Who's that?Waldron? He ain't no
! partner of mine. Say, you must have
handed that guy some jolt. The last
I saw of him, he was laid out on a
bench in Perond's back room breathing
like a stuck pig, dead to the world.
Will tr/vn r>nrr\a nvor VlPrpV
"What have you got to tell me?"
"Well, there's the dame's name for
one thing. I'll bet you don't even
know who she is, or how she's stringin'
you. Then I'm on to where a part
of that boodle's planted?anyhow I've
got a hunch. If we turn it up, I'm
still strong on the fifty-fifty proposition."
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I turned it over swiruy in my nimu,
the receiver still at my ear. I felt no
[ articular fear of Harris; to be sure,
in all probability, he was only feeling
about in the dark, hoping in this way j
to learn something of value, yet it
might be that he had accidentally uncovered
the girl's identity, and that
alone was inducement enough to urge
me to take the risk. If he actually
knew who she was, he was the kind
that might become ugly, and, however
much I suspicioned her in my own j
mind, I had no desire to lea"ve"TTer un- I
defended at his mercy. Guilty or not j
guilty, my inclination was to protect |
her to the last. Besides I was eager !
to obtain the information he claimed |
to possess; indeed, all progress on the !
case was blocked until I did obtain it !
As to his boast that he knew where j
the stolen money was concealed, I;
took little stock in that. Doubtless he '
merely threw that in for good measure.
But the other looked reasonable
enough; she had confessed being at |
Perond's before; Pierre was fully as j
likely to recall her to memory as he j
was to remember Daly, and Harris j
could never have made so shrewd a
guess, unless he had really been told
the facts. Another thing gave me courage
to go to Costigan's. I was still
accepted by these people as Harry
Daly, crook. I would undoubtedly be
so received, so treated. Under these
circumstances there could be no personal
danger; I held the whip-hand,]
the advantage?Harris was only endeavoring
to see what he could get:
out of me; he had abandoned force
to resort to uipionmcy.
"All right," I said. "I'll run over
there; if you want to play fair, I'll
meet you half way."
"Oh, I'm on the square, old man,
and I've got some good dope," he insisted.
"I'll blow it when you show
up."
I returned the receiver to the hook,
uncertain whether or not I had decided
rightly, yet determined to carry
out the experiment. Above all else I
wanted to learn who Marie Gessler j
was. Nothing else mattered so muen,
for on this discovery all else, hinged.
^ If violence, or treachery, was intended,
I would be found prepared, and well
able to defend myself.
The neighborhood into which I was
venturing induced me to take a taxi,!
and, within ten minutes, I was deposited
at the door of the saloon. I
pressed open the swinging door, and
stepped into the brilliantly lighted barroom.
Costigan was behind the bar, but,
at sight of me, rounded the end, and
shook hands cordially, removing his
apron, and slipping into a coat, in
token that he had changed his occupation.
"Better call Charlie," he said to a
man beside him, "for Til be off for an
hour or so. You came to see George?"
'Tes; he telephoned me."
"Said he was goin' to. He's waitin'
in the office there, ni go along with
TTAtl M j
,?vu.
He pushed a passage through the
crowd, his breadth of body according
me ample room in which to follow
without being obstructed, and opened
the closed door with a pass-key. To
a wave of his big hand I passed confidently
past him, and entered. The
next instant he had pressed me forward,
came in also, and closed the j
door; the sharp click of the lock
sounded like the repo-t of a pistol.
One startled glance at the interior
told me I was trapped, and the swift
Instinct of defense led me to step
aside, so that I should have my back
to the wall. Harris sat in the swivel
chair, with feet elevated on the desk,
sardonically grinning at: me over a
half-chowed cigar tilted between his
I teeth. A white rag was hound round
j his head, through which a few ?irops
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"I'll Bet You Don't Even Know Who
She la."
of blood had oozed, leaving a dark
stain. Leaning against the wall op*
posite was Waldro'n, one eye halfclosed,
and his lip split, giving to his
face a look of savage brutality, rendered
peculiarly sinister by a grim
effort to smile. Costigan remained
motionless, with back against the door,
as though thus barring all possibility
of escape. I had walked into their
trap, and the jaws had ciosecr.
The grin on Harris' face maddened j
me. "Well," 1 said coldly, "it was a
stall, was it? What is the idea?"
Ro lnnched. without changing his i
~v% ^*o ? ' attitude.
.
"This happens to be our turn to
play, Daly," he returned, apparently
j well satisfied with his smartness.
I "Then you have nothing to tell me?"
1 "Oh, yes. I have; I've got a h?1 of
a lot to tell you. But first of all you
are going to tell me a few things.
I Push back your right sleeve to the el|
bow, shirt and all."
"What's that for."
"Never you mind what it's for; you
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I best for yourself." I
j I looked at the faces of the others,
j but they were hard as flint. My hesitancy
caused Harris to lower his feet,
I (Continued on page 7, culomn 1.) '
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