The Sentinel=record., 1914-10-18
CHAPTER XVIII.
And the Rose.

AhO the HO6cs
 Taking the dazed young man by the hand, as though he had been a child, the Reverend MT. Wright led Alan back to his study and established him in comfortable armchair beside his desk.
 Sit there and compose yourself, my dear young friend" he insisted in a soothing voice.
 At the elbow of the Reverend Mir. Wright a telephone shrilled impera- lively. With gesture of professional patience he turned to the instrument, lifted the receiver to his ear, and spoke in unsteady modulated accents.
 "Yes Yes: this is MT, Wright. An, yes, Mir Digby. Not coming? But, my dear sir, MT. Law is already here. l must tell you"
 He checked with a reprovi1g glance for Alan, who was twitching his sleeve insistently.
 "If you please" Alan begged, '1et me speak to Digby at once. Forgive me"
 Reluctantly the minister surrendered the telephone.
 That you Digby?"
 Allan! Bless my soul, what are you doing over there? Is Miss Trine with you? But how can that be possible?"
 Rose? No. What about herr" Alan demanded, stammering with anxiety.
 "Why-one of my spies has just re- ported by telephone. He was going on duty this morning when he saw a young woman-either Rose or Judith wearing a rough coat over boudoir dress-climb out of one of the base ment windows of Trine's house. She was apparently in great distress of mind and anxious to escape without being seen from the house; but before my man-whose post of observation Is in the third story of one of the houses opposite-could get to the street, she had been caught by several rough-looking customers, who rushed out of Trine's house, seized the girl. and made off with her in motor-car bearing a New Jersey license number. I am sending men to watch the Jersey ferries. Call me up in an hour"
 Without a word of response, and without a word of apology to the Rev erend MT. Wright, Alan dropped the receiver, snatched up his hat, and fled that house like a man demented.
 Rose. escaping from Trine's house, oveTpowered and made the captive of Trine's lowest reatures-gunmen pos sibly, of the stamp of that animal whom Trine had charged with the as- sasslnation of Alan the night before
 There was neither a motor-car in sight for him to charter nor any time to waste in seeking one. Alan could only hope to find one on his way back upwards of an hour before he came into a street which lie recognized, by its dinginess and squalor, as that in which he had thrown Marrophat from the running board of the taxicab.
 And then, as he paused, breathless and footsore, to cast about him for the way to the ferry, touring car turned a corner at top speed and slowed to a stop before that selfsame tenement of the unsavory aspect to whose sidewalk he had seen Marrophat assisted by the loafers of the quarter.
 And this touring car was occupied by some half-a-do2en rushans in whose hands young girl writhed and strug- gled when, immediately on the stop. they jumped out and wrestled her out with brutal Reconsideration.
 Like shot Alan had crossed the street-but only to bring up nose to the panels of the tenement door, and to find himself seized and thrown roughly aside by burly denizen when he grasped the knob and made as if to follow in.
 Keep back, young fellerl" his ae- - -