The Detroit times., 1912-07-23
CHAPTE v.
(Contlnuedi.


graph across the desk. That's she.
Don't ask me how | got the picture
A curious thrill shot through Phihp
as he picked up the bit OF Cardboard
Ii was wondrously sweet face mat
looked squarely out OF IL into his eyes,
face so youthful, SO filled with emu.
ish prettiness that an exclamation OF
surprise rose 10 his lips. Under other
circumstances he would have sworn
that II was the picture OF a school
girl He looked up. about TO speak
but MacGregor had turned again 10
the window, clouds Of smoke about
mis- head. He spoke without turning
his head
That was taken nearly 10 years
ago" he said, and Philip knew that
he was making an effort to keep an
unnatural break out OF his voice.
But there has been little change
almost none, His name is Thorpe
will send you written order this al
ternoon and you can start tonight
Philip rose, and waited.
lis there nothing more?" he asked
after moment This woman"
There is nothing more" interrupt
ed the inspector. still looking ou'
through the window. only this
Steele-you must bring him back
Whatever happens. bring back your
prisoner"
AS he turned to leave. Philip fancied
that he caught something else-s
stihed choking breath, sound that
made him turn his head again as hC
~. ha
spector had not moved.
Now what the deuce does thi'
mean" he asked himself. closing the
door softly behind him. You're III
against something queer this time
Philip Steele, I'll wager dollars L
dough-nuts Promotion for bringing
! in prisoner, What in thunder"
He stopped for a moment In one
OF the cleared paths. From the bil
low rooted drill enclosure hundred
Yards away came the dull thud o
galoping hoofs and the voice OF Ser
geant Moody laundering instructions
| 10 the rockies. Moody had a hear
| like flint and would have faced blaz
| ing cannon 70 perform his duty. III
had grown old and ugly in the service
and was as beautyproof as an ogre o
stone. Why hadn't MacGregor sen
| him?
Beauty-proof The words sent
swift rush of tn othgurf,e
the old inconsistencies and longint
through Philip as he returned TO his
quarters He wondered just how mucl
MacGregor knew, and he sat down L
bring up before him for the thou
sandeth time vision OF the two face
that had played their part in his lif'
the face of the girl at home, al
beautiful as a Diane de Poitiers, a
soulless as sphinx, who had offere'
herself TO him in return for his namt
and millions. and OF that other whici
he had met away up in the frozei
barrens OF Lac Balm. Beauty-proof
He laughed and loaded his pipe. Mac
Gregor had made a good guess, eys1
though he did not know what ha
passed that winter before he cam
north to seek adventure, or of tn
fight he had made for another won
an, with Mr. Bucky Nome-deserter
CHAPTER VI.
Philip Follows a Pretty Face.
II was late in the afternoon whe
Philips instructions came from tn
inspector They were tersely officia
in form, gave him all necessary al
thority. and ordered him TO leave TO
lie Pas that night. Pinned TO the ol
der was a small slip OF paper, and o
this MacGregor had repeated in wri
ing his words OF few hours before
Whatever happens, bring back you
prisoner"
There was no signature to this sill
and the first two words were heavil
underscored What did this doubt
caution mean Coming from a ma
like MacGregor, who was as choic
as king of his advice, Philip knev
that il was OF unusual significanc,
IL IL was intended as a warning, VIII
had not the inspector given him NOR
detail? During the hour in which h
was preparing for his journey h
racked his brain for some clew TO TIA
situation The task which he wa
about 10 perform seemed simpl
enough. A man named Thorpe ha
attempted murder at Wekusko. III
was already a prisoner. and he wa
TO bring him down. The biggest COW
ard In Saskatchewan, or a man fror
: hospital bed, could do this much
and yet
He read the inspectors words owe
and over again. Whatever happens!
In spite of himself a little stir of e,
element crept into his blood. Sine
that thrilling hour in which he ha,
seen Bucky Nome desert from ia