The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-07-21


 HE R. CHAPMAN and the com 1" missioner were impatient be- cause their train was a quar-
 ter of an hour late in leaving Albany. Mir. Graymans faith in his police ally had been growing, and he now looked upon him as an able de tective and a man of resources. His only anxiety was lest Payton, feeling sure that he had told the police, would stay away. The commissioner had succeeded in driving from the billion aires mind the fear of injury to his daughter in case Payton suspected treachery.
 "They always make such threats he said, "but they never execute them, because why-it wouldn't pay. They know their chances for a ransom would be gone then. You may try to trap a kidnaper as often as you like, but he will never resent it until every possi- ble card has been played. Payton has got hundred cards up his sleeve"
 Arrived at the station for Tribes Hill, they had long uphill walk to the scene of the rendezvous. The com missioner's sharpshooters in all sorts of disguises popped up here and there and were sent to hiding places in the neighborhood As they approached the bluff the commissioner parted from his employer.
 'I'u leave you here," he said, 'and go to my station over wonder, from which, as told you, I will make the signal. We may have to wait some time, but reckon that he'll be along early, and won't he be surprised, though! Occupy his attention as long as possible. Promise him anything and everything. You can afford it, you know"
 The commissioner laughed heartily at his own pleasantly, and the two sep arated for their respective stations.
 When MT. Grayman was alone the affair began to assume different as pect. Once more his shrewd doubts re- turned, and he said to himself that he must have become an internal idiot to expose his life and liberty in this man. Her-he, William Grayman, with his billions, to walk into the jaws of a tiger with his eyes open to the danger!
 Suddenly a voice sounded over his head. Glancing upward, MT. Grayman was almost startled out of his senses by seeing right above him an aero, which wassswiftly descending. In an other minute it swept gracefully to the ground, and an elegantly attired gentleman calmly stepped down from its flat deck and, politely removing his hat, advanced with outstretched hand and winning smile toward the billion aire.
 Good morning. MT. Grayman," he said in voice of wonderful sweetness. ''1'm delighted to see you here. l am Captain Alfonso Payton, with whom you had distant conversation the day before yesterday. I am happy to ob- serve how rigidly you keep your ap- pointments, although that does not sur prise me, for, of course, like all the world, I know your business reputa- tion. But you do me great honor, sir"
 Mir. Grayman. like every person who had ever come into contact with Pay ton, felt instantly the magnetism of his presence and manner. Mir. Gray man unconsciouSly took the offered hand, and Payton gave him a cordial pressure of the fingers and smiled with an increase of affability, showing bis beautiful teeth.
 What a delightful morning we have" he remarked. with the easy grace of a man used to the worlds best things and glancing around him with looks of admiration. 'So cool. so fragrant with the breath of the fields! But I think it will turn out hot day"
 ''Yes; think so,'' MT. Grayman re piled, so completely surprised that he hardly knew what he was saying. "I''-
 'Ah, doubtless you would wish to hear from your daughter" Payton went on, still smiling Il am happy to tell you that she is enjoying excel