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coming from Keatcham, might be re-
garded almost as extravaganza COM
mendation. Your cousins fortune is
made" he pronounced. solemnly; he
can get Atkins place, make no
doubt"
Mrs. Winter thought that Mercer
was a very valuable man.
only always so melancholy; I've
been afraid he had something serious
the matter with his digestion. It's
these abominable quick lunches that
are running the health of all our steady
young men. i don't know but they
are almost as bad as chorus girls and
late suppers. Well, Mrs. Winter, I'm
afraid we shall not have another
chance at bridge until see you in
New York. But, anyhow, we stung
the colonel once-and with Miss Smith
playing her greatest game, too. Pity
she can't induce Mr.. Keatcham to
play; but he never touches card,
hardly ever takes anything to drink,
doesn't like smoking especially, takes
a cigarette once in while only, never
plays the races or bets on the run of
the vessel-positively such icy virtue
gives an ordinary sinner the crampsl
Very great man. though, Mrs. Winter,
and man we are all proud to follow;
he may be overbearing; and he doesn't
praise you too much, but somehow
you always have the consciousness
that he sees every bit of good work
you do and is marking 1t up in your
favor; and you won't be the loser.
There is no question he has hold on
his associates: but he certainly is
not what l call a genial man."
Only on the day of his departure did
Warnebold. in young Arnold's Ian
guage, loosen up" enough to tell
Arnold and the colonel a vital incident.
The night of the attack a telegram
was sent TO Warnebold in Keatcham's
confidential cipher, directing the cam
paign against Tracy to be pushed
hard, ordering the dumping Of some
big blocks Of stock on the market and
arranging for their dummy purchasers.
charge was plausible enough, presum-
ing there had been no knowledge of
the break in his relations with Keatch-
am. The message was couched in
Keatcham's characteristic crisp phrase
ology. But for the receivers knowl-
edge OF the break and but for the
previous long-distance conversation, II
had reached its mark. The associates
of Keatcham were puzzled. The hands
were the hands of Esau. but the voice
was the voice of Jacob There had
been a hurried consultation into which
the second long-distance telephone
from San Francisco broke like a
thunderclap. 1t decided the hearers to
keep to their instructions and dlsre-
gard the cipher dispatch.
And didn't you send any answer?"
the colonel asked.
"Oh, certainly; we had an address
given, the Palace hotel, Mr.. John @.
Makers. We wired Mr.. Makers-in
cipher: Dispatch received. VIII at
tend to IT, l signed. And | wired 10
the manager OF the hotel TO notice the
man who took the dispatch. II wasn't
a man, it was a lady"
"A LADY,"
Eyes, she had an order for Mr.
Makers kilograms. Mr.. Makers gave
the order. Mr.. Makers himself only
stopped one night and went away in
the morning and nobody seemed to re-
member him particularly; he was a
nondescrfpt sort of party"
But the LADY," The colonel's mouth
felt dry.
"The lady? She was tall, fac figure,
we'll dressed, dark hair, the telegraph
girl thought, but she didn't pay any
special attention. She had a very
pleasant, musical voice"
THAT doesn't seem to be very def
mite" remarked the colonel, With a
crooked smile.
II didn't look like clew to Warne-
bold, either; but he was convinced OF
one thing, namely: That II would pay
to watch the ex-secretary.
And" chuckled he, there's a cheer
full side to the affair. Atkins is loaded
to the guards with short contracts;
and the Midland is booming; II the
rise continues, he can't cover without
losing about all he has. By the way,
we got another wire later IN the day
demanding what we were about, what
1t all meant that we hadn't obeyed in
structions. Same address for answer.
This time we thought we had laid a
nice trap. But you can't reckon on a
hotel; somehow, before we got warn
ing. Mr.. Makers had telephoned for his
dispatch and got it,"
Where did he telephone from?"
From his room In the Palace"
Il thought he had given up his
room?"
"He had. But-somebody telephoned
to the telegraph Office from somewhere
in the hotel and got Mr.. Makers wire.
You can get pretty much everything
except a moderate bill out OF a hotel"
Il see." said the colonel, and i'm
mediately In HIS heart compared him
self to the immortal blind man." for
his wits appeared to him to be tramp
ing round futilely in a maze; no near
er the exit than when the tramp began.
That night after Warnebold had de-
parted. leaving most ELUSIVE thanks
and expressions of confidence, Winter