The Spectator., 1916-04-21
CHAPTER V-Continued.

It 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 a man emerged and stood contemplat- ing the windows of the Perigoff apart ment. 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, 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 am to guard you at the expense of my life. Last nights affair was miracle. The next time you will not find it so easy to escape"
 Nor did she.
 There will be no next time," grave ly.' But am going to ask you a di- rect question. Is my father alive?"
 The buffers brow puckered. q have promised to say nothing, one way or the other
 She laughed.
 Why do you laugh?"
 T laugh because if he were dead there would be no earthly reason for your not saying so at once. But hate money. the name of it, the sound of it, the sight Of it. It is at the bottom of all wars and crimes. despise it."
 "The root of all evil. Yet it per forms many noble deeds. But never mind the money. Let us give our at tention to this personal. Doubtless it originated i'll 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 do. Trust no one with your real thoughts"
 Not even you, MT. Jones" thought 4, the girl as she nodded.
 And tell them that you showed it to me and that I appeared worried"
 That night there was a meeting of the organizatio called the Black Hun dred. Braine asked if anyone knew what the Hargreaye butler looked like.
 q had a glimpse of him the other night; but being unprepared, l might not recognize him again"
 Vroon described Jones minutely. Braine could almost see the portrait
 ''Vroon, that memory of yours is worth a lot of money" was his only comment.
 T hope it will be worth more soon."
 "I believe I'll be able to recognize Mr. Jones if see him. Who is he and what is he?"
 He has been with Hargreave for 14 years. There was 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 he'll grow careless. No man is always on his mettle; he lets up sooner or later"
 He is being watched, as you know"
 vroon nodded approvingly. The cap tain of the tramp steamer Orient, by the way, was seen with roll of money He was in one of the water front saloons. bragging 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. We'll, we have agreed that Tafton shall watch from the street