The Monticellonian., 1915-09-16

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 The wrong trunk she smiled to herself. lifting the tray out and put ting the other one in, while she placed the first tray with the torpedo con- cealed in the other, unmarked. trunk where it belonged. Then she closed the first trunk
 A moment later the expressman en- tered. with Bertholdi.
 ou may take that one, indicated Elaine
 Miss Dodge, here's something else to go in said Bertholdi in despera- tion, picking up her dress.
 Never mind. Put it in the other trunk
 Bertholdi was baftied, but she man. aged to control herself She must get word to Del Mar about that trunk marked E. Dcdge.'
 Late that afternoon, before a cheap restaurant. might have been seen old old friend who had posed as Bailey and as the Mexican. He entered the restaurant and made his way to the first of row of booths on one side.
 'Hello,' he nodded to a girl in the booth.
 Bertholdi nodded back and he took his seat. She had begged an hour or two off on some pretext.
 Outside the restaurant, a heavily bearded man had been standing look ing intently at nothing in particular when Bartholdi entered As Bailey came along, he followed and took the next booth, his hat pulled over his eyes. In a moment he was listening, his ear close up to the partition.
 Well, what luck?" asked Bailey. Did you get clue?"
 T had the torpedo model in my hands, she replied excitedly telling the story. Tt is in trunk marked E. Dodge"
 All this and more the bearded stranger drank in eagerly. A moment later Bailey and Bar tholdi left the booth and went out of the restaurant, followed cautiously by the stranger. On the street the two emissaries of Del Liar stopped a mo- ment to talk
 All right, I'll telephone him." she said as they parted in opposite direc- tions.
 The stranger took an instant to make up his mind, then followed the girl. She continued down the street until she came to a store with tele nhAnn haAfhc Tho h0arIad followed still. into the next booth, but did not call a number. He had his ear to the wall.
 He could hear her call Del Mar, and although he could not hear Del Mars answers she repeated enough for him to catch the drift Finally. she came out. and the stranger, instead of following her further, took the oth- CT direction hurriedly
 Del Mar himself received the news with keen excitement Quickly he gave instructions and prepared to leave his rooms.
 short time later his car pulled up 1 before the La Costa and, in a long duster and cap, Del Mar jumped in and was off.
 Scarcely had his car swung up the avenue when, from an alleyway down | the street from the hotel, the chug- chug of a motorcycle sounded. A bearded man, his face further hidden | by pair Of goggles, ran out with his machine climbed on and followed.
 On out into the country Del Mars car sped At every turn the motorcy- ele dropped back a bit, observed the turn. then crept up and took it, too. So they went for some time.
 
 On the level of the Grand Central where the trains left for the Connecti- cut shore where Elaine's summer home was located Bailey was now edging his way through the late crowd down l the platform He paused before the baggage car just as one of the bag l gage motor trucks rolled up loaded high with trunks and bags. He stepped back as the men loaded the baggage on the car, watching carefully.
 As they tossed on one trunk marked "E. Dodge" he turned with a subtle look and walked away. Finally he squirmed around to the other plat form. No one was looking and he mounted the rear of the baggage car and opened the door. There was the baggage man sitting by the side door, | his back to Bailey. Bailey closed the door softly and squeezed behind pile of trunks and bags.
 
 Finally Del Mar reached a spot on the railroad where there were both curve and grade ahead. He stopped his ear and got out.
 Down the road the bearded and gog- gled motoreyelist stopped just in time to avoid observation. To make sure. he drew pocket field glass and lev eled it ahead.
 Wait here" ordered Del Mar I'll call when 1 want you Back on the road the bearded cy- clist could see Del Mar move down the track though he could not hear the directions. It was not necessary, how ever. He dragged his machine into the bushes, hid it. and hurried down the road on foot.
 Del Mars chauffeur was waiting idly at the wheel when suddenly the cold nose of revolver was stuck under his chin.
 Not a word-and hands up-or I'll let the moonlight through you" growled out a harsh voice