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neyed north to the famous health re-

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ed to the baths in earnest.
81 will go on to Richmond" said
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 minute if l didn't have
feeling that he'd be around here, y
said Roy. 1--WE got to get him, Fox,
| with the money if l can There are a
couple of hundred small stockholders
in New England that must be pro-
tected. He's got the money, the cur!'
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 ailment
From outside came the sound of
voices in conversation.
"B-b-ath ready, Petew asked a south
ern voice, mellow in its drawing ac-
cents
eyes, 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
deffv' 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
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 stAt..sFs:
Hes committed crime In the pock-
cts o. his clothes-you have 'em there,
my man-should be weapon, pistol
probably He is a 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
fifty and you'll be protected.
The scared but opulent Pete assist
ed Roy into his clothes and led him
he washed his hands of the whole
transaction and went back to his du-
ties in the checking room.
Roy had a few moments converse
ton with the chief of detectives and
then sat down to wait for the arrival
Of the officers with the warrant for
Fenby's arrest.
1t was two hours before they heard
Fenby's preliminary cough and then
his suffering call for the attendant.
Pete waited on him and obediently
carried in the pile of neatly arranged
clothing.
Ten minutes afterward there STEP
ped out of the compartment tall,
loosely built man with bright blue eyes
staring from sun tanned counte-
nance. His eyes darted hither and
thither and concentrated on Pete's
frightened features.
"B-b-bring that g-g-gun back!" he
commanded roughly.
"Wh-what gun, sab" parted Pete,
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 keen two bladed knife.
"Hand it overp' snarled Fenby say
agely.
"B-but. sah''- 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 alb
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-b-bardwell. 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-welI. what do you w-want of
meT asked Fenby. with sudden bra
vado.
about $4,000" was Roy's cool re-
ply.
BardweIl threw back his head and
laughed II 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 Bardwetl-..i.sfeeu
north with 5s+e.aQo fn-~f1is 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, 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 in
prison for his offense and lived to at
tempt revenge hpon Roy Bardwell's
company. How he accomplished it and
the result are part of another story.
One of the great drawbacks to
war is the number of unexpected
mines it leaves floating around II