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white man, but a slimy mixture of all that's bad in the two. We've had him on the griddle all night Talk about the third degree. He got it good, and he's made enough admissions already 10 send him straight to the chair"
 And Murphy?" I suggested.
 He's tough one, that lad! When they'd brought him to, they figured they'd get him to convict himself in the same old way. But there war nothin doing. He just shut his tran. and not word would he answer one way or the other But his turn1l come all right. I've got 1t on him. Mir. Clyde While I've been shadowin' him for the past month I've picked up a bunch of stuf that will come in good. To he gin with. his name aint Murphy. It's Pat Moran. and his mugs at head quarters"
 His mug"
 Sure. In the Rogue's Gallery. And his records there too. He's done time. already"
 For what?"
 For stabbin' man in the back"
 IL requires no great mathematical ability to put two and two together. The result is always either four or twenty-two. So, in logic. the answer Ia inFarlaoiy either right or wrong. Mur- phy had stabbed a man in the back: McNish carried the scar of a knife wound under his shoulder blade. There were the two and two.
 What were the facts?" asked, With kindled interest. Whom did he stab? When? Where?"
 The bloke's name" O'Hara an- sWered. after a moments thumbing of his note book, was MacNichol-Doug- lass MacNichol. It was in Buffalo. in 1900"
 My putting together of names could hardly be coincidence.
 Fat Moran served five years in Au- burn," the detective added.
 You don't know what became of McNish-I mean MacNichol?"
 No"
 Nor any facts about the cause of the stabbing?"
 That's easy got" O'Hara informed me But it ain't in the record at headquarters. What Is there. though. IS that Moran had lived in Chinatown in Frisco. and was arrested there and tried for smuggling opium, but was ac- quilted for lack of evidence"
 For moment slipped my coffee in thoughtful silence.
 The skeleton guy knows Moran, all right" O'Hara broke in.
 You mean the half-breed?'
 Yes. He give that away"
 What does he call himself?"
 Hes known in Chinatown as John Soy. He says he's a cook"
 Once again I was busy with two and two. Unless all signs failed this John Soy and Peter Johnson and the Eura- sian cook of the Sable Lorcha were single entity.
 "O'Hara," I said. finishing my cof- fee, and putting down the cup and saul cer. T have the key witness in this case You and I together are going 10 take him with us and have him con- front both Murphy and John Soy. I promise you the result will be interest ing"
 The detective looked his perplexity.
 Some one who knows them?" he asked
 Unless l am very much mistaken" :" l answered, it Is some one who knows them both better than any other per son in New York. Unless Heaven is just now engaged in constructing enig- mas simply for the bewiderment of us mortals. the witness have is the man whom Murphy stabbed in the back. in Buffalo, eight years ago." But before could carry out my plan there were several minor mat ters which claimed my attention. Ever since reading the note which Miss Clement placed in my hands I had been uneasy concerning her safe. ty. To judge from O'Hara's report Chinatown had been in a ferment most of the night. and I feared lest the blame for the disturbance be wis., ited upon the brave woman mission. ary and some measures of vengeance meted out to her. TOi hdii dH uOuT tFleQ unSuCCpSS- fully to reach her by telephone The Mission did not answer. With my anxiety intensified by this repeated failure. ordered my motor car around at once. and taking OHara with me, made the trip to Pell street In record time. despite obstructive trucks and other vehicles which were encountered.
 Eager inquiry of none-too-loquaciou neighbors eventually elicited the in. formation that Miss Clement, alive and unintured, had started at day break, If not indeed before. to hunt up a brother of the murdered Ling Flo. in Long Island City.
 Half an hour later, having stopped at Bellevue hospital on the way up town to inquire as to the condition Of Eloi Lacoste. the injured chauffeur and leave instructions that every thing possible should be done for his comfort, I alighted from the car at the door of pr. Massey's office on West Fifty-sixth street.