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who recently died. She wrote that
she wanted to see me, yourself, and
another chap named Kimball. Well,
sir; / received that letter at 8
o'clock last evening, and at half
past s l was pretty roughly jostled
hy three men as l was leaving a
moving picture theater, and when l
looked things over found that
some enterprisingly dexterous in
dividual had picked my pocket and
stolen that letter. / wouldn't care
particularly, only IN losing the let
ter l also lost Miss Connor's ad-
dress, and"
"Well, received letter from the
Denver Trust Company this evening
which will greatly interest you" IN
terrupted Knowles. "Let's step into
the hotel and you can look it over"
and, unbuttoning his coat, Knowles
showed his hand into the pocket only
TO. have his thumb and fingers come
through the spot where the coat had
been slashed.
DThe letters gone" he said So
beriy. FLook here, Henderson, what
are we up against? Those fellows
evidently had no intention of sink
ing that knife into me tonight-al
they wanted was that letter. You
saw the men that were manhandling
me were Chinese, and that the men
who jostIed you were Of our own
kind->
''That looks like a mighty serious
PROPOSITION to me- continued
Knowles, "and I think we had bet
ter make an appointment to get to-
gether, first thing in the morning
and try and locate Miss Connor as
chances are she may be up against
the same brand as We are"
With promise to return to the
Raleigh at 9 o'clock in the morning,
Henderson, with a CHEEKY good
night" and "taBe things easy" start
ed uptown to his apartment.
The latter part of this converse
ton took place in the hotel lobby
and neither Knowles or Henderson
noticed the two men, who standing
on the opposite side of large
spreading potted palm, were quietly
absorbing every word that was ut
tered.
With the departure Of Henderson,
and Knowles stepping into the Gle
vstor, the two eavesdroppers walked
leisurely over to a secluded corner
Of the rotunda and seating them
selves on a large leather divan, sat
silently for several moments.
Both men were of middle age, well
dressed, and evidently Of a class ac-
customed to luxurious surroundings.
Both were fashionably attired, and
had all the characteristics of the
well-bred men of affairs.
One, smooth shaven, with nervous,
searching eyes, finally turned to his
companion, who at that moment was
meditatively, stroking his well-trim-
med Vandyke beard Fnd in tones al
most inaudible, said:
\ Now, then, John Tracy Snyder, 1
guess you begin to. like this little CO
partnership of ours, don't you? We
have the letter from 4 Madeline to
Henderson and from what l could
gather over there a few minutes ago
WI Tsang took the Denver letter
from Knowles.
'Now, listen to me-" he continued
earnestly, "here's the. plan of action;
YOU are using the window, Mrs. En-
cry Thayer, but / think she lacks
nerve"
Lacks nerve, nothing" retorted /
the man addressed as John Tracy |
Snyder. ''You look here, Fuller, you
may be running this end OF the game,
but don't start trouble by any imv
Hlied criticism Of Mrs. Thayer. She
has been with the COnnor- girl ever
since she started for Washington,
and right now she has her conf
dence-as far as that girl will give
cnyone her confidence-and you can
gamble that when the cards are all !
on the table you'll find that Mrs.
Thayer has been holding trumps all
the time
"Oh, that may be all true enough,
Replied Thomas Jeffrey Fuller, as he
clicked the ashes Of a cigarette from
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