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place. Ills mcreQuIlty vanlSneQ dISO. His daughter was gone, and this might really be the explanation of her disappearance. He suddenly remem- bered to have heard of Payton and his evil doings. He recalled the name of the Chameleon also.
 The voice began again. and MT. Grayman could but listen:
 'T beg you. for your own and your daughters sake not to make the mis- take of thinking that this is trick. What I am telling you is the exact the trumps in my hand Don't think of the police. They can't. help you. No one ever succeeded in running me down, and no one ever will. Now give me your answer. Will you deal with me for the life and honor of your daughter or will you not? Yes or no. If yes. will tell you how to proceed. If no, I shall lose no time in making Helen wish that she had had father who loved her."
 During all of this extraordinary con- versation Payton. in the cabin of the Chameleon, with Helen only few feet away, was sending his messages ''1i- rected.y and consequently his words were heard only by MT. Grayman, but the latter's replies were ''undirected" and might have been heard by hun. dred persons in a hundred different places, although of course. they would have possessed no significance.
 As Grayman recalled what he had heard and read of Payton a horrible sensation cane over him. Helen must be rescued at<once. He must tempo rize with this villain and get the better of him when he ceuld. What harm to promise the ten millions? In his heart he felt that he would willingly give them to have his daughter once more in his arms. Tn the turmoil of his spirit he lost whole minute. Suddenly sharp ring came. and the voice, very grave. said:
 Come! No fooling. MT. Grayman. have your daughter right here in my hands. No power under God can save her if you do not answer me instantly"
 'T dare not say mo-" thought the millionaire. -.'for all this may be true. I'll answer yes and then we shall see"
 Accordingly he spoke the word.
 'T congratulate you on your good sense, MT. Grayman." came the instant response, land on your fatherlyi affec tion- Have no fear now. Helen shall not be harmed unless you attempt treachery. Remember that! Now I'il tell you how to proceed. In two days go to the bluff overlooking the Mo hawk river. at Tribes Hill. New York I'll be there. and we will arrange for the payment of the money and the simultaneous delivery of the girl at an other place. You may come armed if you like. but you must have no friends on the ground. and you must not come in an aero. We will meet alone. man to man. and I pledge you my word. which 1 have never broken. that no personal injury will be offered to you. I have your daughter, which is all I need. I shall not gain. but lose. by offering any violence to you. Simply remember that there must be no treachery. Goodby."
 Mr. Grayman called out, ''Where are you?" But this time there was no response. The conversation was end ed.
 The millionaire sank back into his chair. his thoughts still in whirl. But he could not get away from the con- viction that his daughter was really the spirate's prisoner. The question was how to rescue her. There must be no false steps. The scoundrel had apparently placed himself in his hands by giving him a rendezvous. But there might be danger both to himself and to his daughter in trying to outwit him. He must consult the chief of police.
 "Do you knew Alfonso Payton? MT. Grayman asked as soon as the com missioner entered The latter stared dumfounded-
 "Payton hasn't got her. has he? Then God help you!' he blurted out.
 "Yes: | fear that that is the situa- tion- I have just had talk with the outlaw, who called me up by wireless from n~where and demanded $1o.O00.. GOO ra ..som."
 -Ten million dollars!" cried the com missioner.
 'Yes. $10.OOO.OOO," Mir. Grayman re- sponded testify. "Do you think that that would break me, or do you think that my daughter is not worth it?''
 Mir. Grayman's irritation arose from the remembrance of Payton's insolent tones as he had made the demand. and the commissioner winced at his angry glance. Then he begged pardon, ex- plaining that such sums were unusual in his arithmetic MT. Grayman was modified and proceeded to tell the story of the conversation by wireless.
 "And now I think we've got him" he wound up.
 4T'm not so sure." replied the com missioner, who had recovered his aplomb. "Alfonso Payton is the skill fullest crook alive. He gave you in ! the air for location and told you to re- sponc .undirected.' didn't hep
 He did''
 Well. he always does. You see. this wireless telegraph and telephone busi- ness is an enormously powerful lever in his hands. Tn former times kid napsrs had to write letters. and letters can be traced. but Payton carries his victims of in a swift aero that nobody