Putnam patriot., 1915-09-10
eet him here when he comes :.

! ttN>ilA uI us emotion WIS Sn0Wu m
 the harsh gFimness ef his face. But at last that expression vanished in an instant In place of it there was revealed a malignant exultation fright ful To see. The black hate Of him l glowed from his faee. burned cruelty l from his eyes. He hurried stealthiiY to i the large table where was lying a book he had seen Wainwright reading often. i book of love poems. The Master Mind took from an Inner
 pocket card Of pasteboard. blank. | which he placed between the leaves of 1 the book. in snch fashion that it pro truded noticeabiy. and SD left 1t lying there For a long minute he stoud loak- Ing down ia sinister sloatins then.
 with sardonic chuckie. he turned and went out
 The card was black Marshall. the Piakertou detective en- gagged bg Wainwright to ferret oat the 1 mystery of the cards by tracing them to their source. had wholly failed i'll accomplishing anything whatever in l that direction.
 Tonight he had come to the mansion under the guise of q participant in | Wainwright's campaign work, as he had done frequently hitherto, in order | yet once again to review with his prin- 1 eipal the facts of the case in q final | desperate hope of chancing on some neglected item that might suffice as l lew to definite information. Well. what do you think of it?" Wainwright demanded in his library.
 The detectives face. too indicated a like depression of spirit.
 "NIisht as well be frank" he said reluctantly T must confess. Mir. l Wainwright. that this thing has got me stumned =
 Cant ~e get any help from the post office inspeefors?' Wainwright sug- rested
 "Thev've been doing what they
 rould," Marshall replied, out they
 haven't got anything yet
 It's been two months now since the coming Of the red card, Wainwright mused.
 "The longer the better.' the detec- 1 tive exclaimed energetieally. It's be- l ginning 10 look to me Us if the chaps nerve might be petering as if you'd never get that black card the one to mean real business. Take it from me, l Mr. Wainwright. it's just one of those crnuks that are always annoying pub
 lie men. Why. it stands to reason when you come to think of it. ou
 
 cards claimed to be Henry Aliens brother. Well, now, that its i'll with my theory, because nobody ever heard of Henry Aliens brother at any other
 time If there really had been such brother he would have appeared to aid Henry Ut the time of the triaIs Wainwright was net in the least
 convinced. He remembered the fact
 that the unknown enemy had in fact
 used every endeayor in Henry Aliens
 behalf before the trial and throughout i its course.
 Marshall content that his theory had
 proved acceptable. changed to another ! phase of the subject And as l remember you got the
 warning red card the next day after your nomination for governor "Weng'
 Perhaps there's nothing significant
 in that fact the detective admitted;
 but l wanted Co verify my memory,
 Now there's one other thing I must speak of ? Marshall hesitated with evident embarrassment. Its deli cate point to touch on with man" he explained, "but I've got to do it." Wainwright nodded consent
 "Its about your wife" the detective declared constrainedly. She's worried about something"
 For d moment stern displeasure flashed from Wainwight's clear gray eyes; then the expression died as swiftly.
 "Ah, you've noticed that" he ex- claimed. troubled frown bent his brows. Yes he said duly, at last, it would seem so, perhaps. l. too, have noticed something" Have you ever told her about the cards = Marshall inquired. "I did not wish to worry her.
 Have you questioned her?''
 Yes shall not tell you precisely
 what answer she made. IT would have no bearing Ii is enough for you to
 know that it was merely q pretty little sentimental reason one that seemed natural enough too"
 Well. we still seem to have nothing definite to go on, the detective grum-
 bled Anyhow, I'm much inclined to believe the thing is actually done with"
 Wainwright moved uneasily in his chair and dropped one hand carelessly on the table beside which he sat His fingers touched the book of poems from which he had been reading re gently He picked up the volume idly. "Then, you really think he continued hstlessly. that the gentleman who sends the cards is just harmless erank?'
 "Yes. Marshall said confidently. T think that's really Just about the size of this enemy of yours. It's been somebody masquerading as the Mas ter Mind. The chap win never go any further" Wainwright listened cour