The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-05-28

happens, no matter what threats they may shower on me-"
 ''Im afraid they're going to shower more than threats But I'm serious for once when I say, what ever you do, don't let them get that young woman away from you!"
 sTen minutes ago man claiming to be a meter inspector got entrance to the house. The servants accepted his uniform as authentic. He got to the room where the girl had been sent to dress. He dragged her down through the halls before he could be interfered with. He got her out through the door and into a waiting car, a car without a number, before any fool around here made a step to stop him. Do you hear me, they've taken that girl! She's gone!"
 'Gone?" echoed Manley. "Then I haven't time to stand here talking. For here's where I get busy again." Yet Enoch Golden, even as Manley himself, had little time for talking over that strange abduction. For two minutes later his still Hurried butler announced the arrival of James Griswold, the president of the Union-Traders' Bank. on urgent busl- ness. Golden ordered that his visitor be admitted.
 Golden" began that visitor almost as soon as he had crossed the thresh- old, 'I have counted myself among your friends. l have even shut my eyes to this absurd newspaper agita- tion against your tenement holdings.
 q have ignored a number of scur- rilous insinuations which have come unsigned through the mails to me. But when I receive a note like this, threatening me and my business, l re- gard it as about time to see you face to face"
 Golden took the sheet of paper from the bankers hand. He stood regard ing it with troubled eyes. For It read'
 "You are friend of Enoch Golden, the oppressor of the poor, the scaven- ger of unclean gold. The blow that is about to fall on you and your pank falls because of this alliance with evildoers. You are warned"
 The grim -jawed millionaire turned on his visitor.
 "And you, Griswold, let some slink- ing coward frighten you with threat like this." "Stop!" commanded Griswold. "That is not all. Nor is this afternoons paper, with it's bitter attack on you and your tenements all. But three hours later my fellow banker, Gresham of the Third National, re- ceived warning identical with mine, and already the building of the Third National Bank is in flames! And what want to know, sir, is the mean ing of it alt"
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 The telephone bell interrupted Golden as he was about to speak.
 "Yes, this is MT. Golden's house. Yes, MT. Golden is here. Whats that?" He leaned forward for mos ment, listening. Then the receiver fell from his fiaccid hand. My God, Griswold, your building is on ire! The Union Traders Bank is burn- ing!"
 "So it camel" cried the white-faceo banker as he caught up his hat and started for the door. He stopped only for an instant. before striding out of that door. If this is what youl friendship costs, Golden, want nc more of it!" And the next minute he was hurrying from the house and leaping into his waiting limousine.
 Golden, sitting at his desk, stared startled and vacant-eyed before him
 Yet that young secretary who wal so foolishly accepted as feather headed was, in the time being, any thing but idle. Ten minutes after his talk over the wire with Colder he was in a taxicab speeding toward the Steiner house on Maple avenue