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neyed north to the famous health re-


Fox. "A man named Fenby has just
cleaned $1,000 out of one of the gam
bling houses there, and L believe he's
| the man You stay here, Mr.. Bard
well; it is possible that he may come
back again. for it is my belief that he
has been here and left
I'D go in a minute if l didn't have
| a feeling that he'd be around here"
| said Roy. I've got to get him, Fox,
| with the money if l can. There are
| couple of hundred small stockholders
| in New England that must be pro-
| tected. He's got the money, the curl"
| The third morning after Fox's de-
| parture Roy Bardwell went down to
| the lighthouses for his morning dip.
| His rheumatism was yielding to the
| treatment.
Pete the black attendant, prepared
| ROy's BATH and the president Of the
| Bardwell Lumber syndicate entered
| the compartment and prepared to en-
dure the suffocating atmosphere pre-
| scribed for his aiment.
From outside came the sound Of
| voices in conversation.
| "B bath ready. Pete?" asked SOUTH
ern voice. mellow in its drawing &C
cents
"Yes. sab: jes' minute. sab"
That was ALL But it was quite
enough for Roy Bardwell. Without
| pausing to use the towel. he hoped
| out of the steaming tub and into his
bathrobe with nervous haste.
When he heard the stammerer enter
| the adjoining compartment and heard
| the splash of water Roy stepped out
| side where Pete was hanging the new
! comer's clothing in the checking room.
why, sab. you done kotch yore
def" gasped Pete as he beheld Roy's
| flushed face. moist with the steaming
vapor 'Whuffor you COMM out dis
| saway. De doc say you have to stay
| in dere an hour and B
Pete's mouth opened so wide with
establishment that speech was utterly
| impossible. for Roy was holding a
| twenty dollar bill agreeably close to
| that black. toll worn hand
"Pete." he whispered softly. I'm
| hunting for the man that shutters.
He's committed a crime. In the pock-
| cts of his clothes-you have 'em there,
my man-should be a weapon, pistol
| probably He is dangerous man and
might muss up your floor here with my
blood. Sure thing. Pete, if he sees me
first! This twenty is yours if you
hand over the pistol to me. How many
| are there? Two? By Jove, Fenby
isn't taking any chances! Now, bring
me my own clothing Oh, don't you
worry, Pete. the police will be here in
jiffy and you'll be protected"
The scared but opulent Pete assist
ed Roy into his clothes and led him
to the nearest telephone booth There
he washed his hands of the whole
transaction and went back to his du-
ties in the checking room.
Roy had few moments conversa{
ton with the chief Of detectives anf
then sat down to wait for the arrivs :
Of the officers with the warrant
Fenby's arrest
1t was two hours before they he'o
Fenby's preliminary cough and zen
his suffering call for the attendant
Pete waited on him and obedintiy
carried in the pile of neatly. arrsngeo
clothing.
r., -nainntes after-sapd o.
peu S2s-of tne c0mparems
ioSely built man with bright yl6e
Saring from a sun tanned CO
nance. His eyes darted hither
| thither and concentrated on Pe
frightened features
"B-b-bring that g-g-gun back"
commanded roughly
"Wh-what gun. sab" parted Pet
ashy white with terror
'I'll show you, you black Fen
by's form curved into snakelike 1.-THE
ness as he slouched toward the black
man. His right hand suddenly darted
down and the men watching from their
hiding place in one of the compart-
ments saw that now in his hand there
was a keen two bladed knife.
Hand it over" snarled Fenby saw
agely.
"B-but, sab protested Pete.
Just then Fenby leaped. but the po-
lice officer was too much for him. He
darted out, his foot flashed forward
against Fenby's advance and the abb
sconder measured his length on the
tiled floor. For an instant he lay there
stunned, and before he recovered suf-
ficiently to rise Bardwell and his men
were upon him and the handouts were
slipped over his wrists.
b-bardweli. b-b-by Jove.' he said
dazedly. They t-told me you had
gone b-back to N-new York"
I'm on the. job" said Roy grimly.
"W-well. what do you w-want of
meY asked Fenby. with sudden bra.
vado.
about $4,000" was Roy's cool re-
ply.
Bardwell threw back his head and
laughed. 81 lost every p-penny last
might" he asserted.
But the detectives were not so east
ly convinced, When Fenby was
searched at headquarters it was found
that he was possessed of $4,000 in
cash.
A week later Roy Bardwell started
north with $4,000 in his pockets and
his copy of contract signed by the
new manager of the Bardwell Lumber
syndicate in the Lontigua district. And
the new manager was well known to
Cyrus Sackett. a man to be trusted.
but Bardwell did not tempt him with
the possession of large sums of money.
As for Fenby. he served a term i'm
prison for his offense and lived to at
tempt revenge npon Roy BardwelTs
company. How he accomplished it and
he result are part of another story.