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CHAPTER VII.

II hope you are right; l sincerely
hope you are right, but she had pack
ct by her side, and in that packet was
handkerchief and on that handker-
chief a name was written, and that
name is
jenny"
"Jenny Rogers"
"But she calls herself Valdi. Selma
Valdi; has been known as Selma Valdl
for years. Whatever her original
name might be she would have Faldi'
and only 'Valdr on her kerchief."
81 do not think it good reasoning, but
no matter about that. 1t is question
easily settled. All you have got to do
Is to accompany me to neighboring
station. One glance at her face"
'I had rather not do it. l have had
enough of such excitement lately. Yet
would never forgive myself if it were
really she and I shirked the response
bility Of the recognition. Let US 60,
Byrd, let US CO."
The detective expressed himself ms
ready and, they started. One glimpse
and Degraw became a new man. 1t
vas not she.
singular" muttered Byrd, "that
they should be both named Jenny"
But on their return he was tempted
to mutter something more emphatic,
for Just as they stepped into the build
ing they heard voice speaking out in
loud and shrill tones:
"A girl missing from your school:
And what is her name, please"
at is Jenny-Jenny Rogers"
"Ah! And how does she look? What
is her complexion and the color of her
hair?"
Fair, sir; very fair. Her eyes are
blue and her hair a bright yellow"
At this unexpected, response Byrd,
who had been turning to speak to De-
graw. stared and exclaimed, in his as
tonishment:
Fair? The. woman. cannot know
what she is talking about" And push
ing forward he dragged Degraw to the
place where this colloquy was taking
place.
"She is an orphan" the good woman
was now saying, "or should not feel
so badly about her disappearance. and
she is so pretty, too, and So"
But fairT Byrd here put In, with a
dcprecatory glance at the inspector, to
whom the other was speaking.
''Oh, yes, sir, white as lily. There
was not a bluer eyed girl in the
school"
~And her name"
"Is Jenny Rogers"
Byrd was silent and presently drew
back.
1.-THE dead girl is no blonde" he
cried. Her Jenny Rogers is not our
Jenny Rogers; yet how curious. Two
Jenny Rogerses on our books to-day
and"
Here he was tapped on the shoulder
by an elderly man, whose countenaDce
Mt once attracted the artist by its
keenness and good nature.
you're wanted" was his word to
the young detective. something has
turced up."
MAY I bring this gentleman? He
Is secrecy itself"
The other, who did not seem to think
it necessary to look at the person thus
commended, smiled in an indulgent
sort of way, and remarked:
If he knows Of any one by the
name Of Jenny Rogers he will be only
too welcome. But l hardly think"
II know a Jenny" interposed De-
graw, with a hasty look at Byrd. "And
though her name may or may not bc
Rogers, she has left her lodgings under
circumstances so mysterious that /
have come here for the express purpose
OF gaining information in regard to
her"
"Humph! and her last name is not
Rogers:"
THAT I cannot say. 1t is not the
name she is generally known by, which
is"
Byrd pinched his arm. I'VE won't
detain Mr.. Gryce," said he. Then
turning to the other: MAY bring him
along? We have already been together
to Station, to see one Jenny Rog'
ers, and he has just heard this woman
who has just come in, tell of the disab'
peararce of another, and consequently
We are both profoundly interested III
anything which touches upon this es'
o1 I
discretion, and"
Come along" interrupted the other.
"We have clue to the mystery, and 4
remarkable one it is, too" And with
out further parley he led them into q
private apartment, where several men
were already congregated around a
slim young fellow Of good counte.
nance and frank manner, and as they
soon "ound of q mellow and confidence
inspiring voice.
Pausing in the background, Mr..
Gryce laid his finger OH his mouth
They at once stood still and listened.
ut is short story" the young man
was saying, land of course 1 don't
NilEu IepSStiES IL. Auout moulu aSe
was lying in my bed with my win
dow up. live in Sixteenth street, be,
tween Fifth and Sixth avenues, and
my room is front one overlooking the
street. I was awake, although it was
nearly o'clock, and was thinking rs
We all do, Of innumerabie matters OF
no pressing importance, when suddenly
I heard steps coming down the street
and in another moment caught The
sound OF two voices, that of man and