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CHAPTER V-Continued.

1t was midnight when he made his
departure. AS he stepped into the
street, he glanced about cautiously.
On the corner he saw a policeman
swinging his night stick. Otherwise
the street was deserted. Braine pro-
ceeded jauntily down the street.
And yet, from the darkened doors Of
the house across the way, the figure of
o man emerged and stood contemplat-
ing the windows of the Perigoff apart
meut. Suddenly the lights went out.
The watcher made no effort to follow
Braine. The knowledge he was after
did not necessitate any such procedure.
Of course. Florence read the per
sonal." She took the newspaper at
once to Jones, who smiled grimly.
you see, l trust you"
And so long as you continue to
trust me no harm will befall you. You
were left in my care by your father. l
an to guard you at the expense of my
life. Last nights affair was a miracle.
The next time you will not find it SO
easy to escape"
Nor did she.
There uill be no next time" grave
iy. But I am going to ask you a d.
rect question. Is my father alive?"
The buffers brow puckered. 81 have
promised to say nothing, n way or
the other"
She laughed.
Why do you laugh?"
81 laugh because if he were dead
there would be no earthly reason for
your o saying SO at once But hate
money, the name Of it, the sound of it,
the sight of it. 1t is at the bottom Of
all wars and crimes. l despise it,"
1.-The root of all evil. Yet it per-
forms many noble deeds. But never
mind the money. Let III give u at
tentioI to this personal. Doubtless it
originated III the same mind which
conceived the letter. Your father
would never have inserted such a per-
sonal. What! Give his enemies a
chance to learn his secret? No. On
the other hand l want you to show this
personal to all you meet today, Susan,
the reporter, to everybody. Talk about
it. Say that you wonder what you
shall e.. Trust no one with your real
thoughts"
Not even you, Mr.. JONES'" thought
the girl as she nodded.
shrA {o11 shaw fhof 1yn, chNp-nI ~
to me and that l appeared worried"
That night there was a meeting of
the organization called the Black Hun
dred. Braine asked if anyone knew
what the Hargreave butler looked like.
Il had a glimpse of him the other
night; but being unprepared, l might
not recognize him again."
Vroon described Jones infinitely.
Braine could almost see the portrait.
"Vroon, that memory Of yours is
worth a lot of money" was his only
comment.
Il hope it will be worth more SOON"
81 believe III be able to recognize
Mr.. Jones if l see him. Who is he and
what is he?"
He has been with Hargreave for IA
years. There was a homicidal case in
which Jones was active. Hargreave
saved him. He is faithful and uncom-
municative. Money will not touch him.
If he does know where that million is,
hot irons could not make him own up
to it. The only way is to watch him,
follow him, wait for the moment when
hell grow careless. No man is always
on his mettle; he lets up sooner or
later"
He is being watched. as you know"
Vrcon nodded a%pprovingly. "The cap
tain of the tramp steamer Orient, by
the way, was seen with a roll of
money. He was in one Of the water
front saloons, Dragging how he had
hoodwinked some one"
did he say where he'd got the
cash. asked Braine.
They tried to pump him on that,
but he shut up. Well, we have agreed
that FELTON, shall watch from the street