The Ely miner., 1916-01-21

,rd twisted MS right arm back until
he cried out with pain.
Helen. her fine gray eyes shining
and her face glowing with excitement,
stood watching. To her Hazard said
quietly:
Get an officer; think l can use
this chap"
But just then bluecoat forced his
way through the crowd. Explanations
were quickly made. the thug was led
away to the nearest patrol box, Haz.
ard and Helen hurried into another
taxi, and the episode was over.
AT police headquarters, some time
later, after Hazard had seen Helen
safely to her hotel, the detective was
afforded an insight into New York po-
lice conditions where protected inter
ests are involved. The captain of po-
lice was anxious to conciliate a man
or Felix Hazards reputation and
standing, he knew he could not de-
celve him, and he also knew that any
true confession from the captured
thug would lead him back to a dead
wall of helplessness.
There's no chance of getting to the
man higher up through this guy"
averred the captain; 'at best we can
only lay our hands upon some ward
man who perhaps got his orders from
the swell who sat next to you at the
snow tonight or at the next table to
you at the Broadway restaurant where
you dined, and by the time we'd
worked our way to him-if we could
wed be in hot water up to our necks.
We can do you no good, but can get
ourselves in bad"
Hazard understood and took the
matter philosophically. Let the fell
low CO." he said; 81 dare say l can
take care of myself. Next time,
though" he warned, "I'll be more
watchful-Im pretty handy with a
gun"
IF you can get any O. them guys
that way" the captain earnestly as
sured him, I'm with you. You'll save
pOllSS d lOI IEOuUle.
The next afternoon Heffernan hand
ed Hazard two closely typewriter
sheets; they were the records of Da-
vid Bardeene and George Destin.
Terse and Unconditional in their phrase
ology, they were nevertheless revela.
tions-Bardeene's of a deliberately
chosen life of gross sensualism upon
which, fortunately, this chronicle need
touch only in cursory way; while
George Destin's was commonplace
save for one circumstance which will
be brought out presently.
The name OF Maxwell Howe was so
frequently linked with Bardeene's s
that they may be said to have been
partners in systematic career of evil.
There were descriptions of Eleusinian
revels in apartments which the volup-
tuous imagination of Howe had trans
formed into bowers of rich and ele-
CANT luxury, and in connection with
these appeared the name of-Idabelle
Valette.
Idabelle Valette, the record showed,
was twenty; she had lived with her
widowed mother at given address
in Harlem and had worked at one of
the larger downtown department
stores until January, 1918. Thence
forward her name was SO closely as
sociated with Bardeenes and Howe's
that the appended details of her fate
were mere redundancy.
The significant details of George
he had kept company" with idabelle
Valette, and it was generally believed
by their acquaintances that they were
engaged to be married.
The perusal of these two sheets had
a magical effect upon Felix. First of
all he sought out Helen Bertel.
Il shall have to use you after ALL"
he excused himself; what | want you
to do only woman can." He laid
the whole ugly story before her and
gave her an address.
THAT is where Mrs. Hubert Valette,
Idabelles mother, lives; she was the
yelled woman. Unquestionably you
will find her greatly distressed, and it
will require a woman's sympathy, in
sight and tact to get her to yield up
her story. l can guess it pretty ac-
curately, but l want it from her own
lips.
while you are gone l mean to pay
my respects to one of New Yorks
honored citizens; l want to let him
know just how he stands in the opin-
ion of all decent men,
"And women" added Helen. But
he won't see you
Hazard smiled grimly. "He will
though he averred with quiet assur-
ance
His uptown journey ended at the
imposing and busy office of Maxwell
Howe, and after he had sent in his
card, as Helen had foretold, the fa-
nous engineer refused to see him.
Give me sheet of paper and an
envelope" the detective demanded of
the stenographer in tone that
brooked no denial. He wrote:
IF you don't grant me an immedi-
ate audience, every afternoon paper
in New York shall ring with the story
of Idabelle Falette."
This he sealed in the envelope and
sent in to Howe. By way If reply
he was shown irso the latter's private
Office
The detective wasted no time in
getting down to ths object of his call.
o1ls
and the large. imprsssive-looking man
who watched him with filmed eyes re-
manned silent and fnpassive.
Mr.. Howe, / have not come here to
preach you a sermon," Hazard began;