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might, Mott declaring that he meant to sleep on the matter. and Toddy his young heart full of food for thought, to toss for hours on a sleep less couch.
 But Al Cunningham went across the bridge. and over to the Club house in Harbor Park. It was not so much that he felt il his duty to report at once to his en- ployers, but he was full of the sub- ject and hoped. to find some one at the club with whom he could talk over things. It was not late from the viewpoint of the club members. al- though many of of the Gardens bum galows were dark as he walked by. The walk seemed short. for Cum ningham had much to think about, and when he reached the clubhouse, he found, as he had thought, a gooo- ly number of men playing bridge or billiards, or sitting in desultory chat in the smoking lounge.
 Of the ones who were really his employers, Cunningham found Ar thur Black and Sam Anderson in confab.
 Hello, Cunny," called out the lat ter, what have you found out re- garding the Heath matter? We're pretty curious about it. over here"
 There are developments" Cum ningham returned, as he took a seat near them. and lighted cigaret. Then he told them all he knew of the affair, dilating on the recent facts they had learned which impli- cated or seemed to duplicate the lovely Miss Moore. "Ridiculous.' cried Anderson. That Moore Baby couldn't harm a fly"
 Do you know her." asked Black.
 "Oh, not to say know her. exactly. but I've seen her now and then. She came over here once in a while with Mrs. Heath Tor the club dances, and though l never was introduced to the chit, I couldn't help seeing her and admiring her as one would a pretty butterfly. I'm not the sort to have to do with the youngsters, but Ihave a spark of perception, and if that infant in arms could kill a woman"
 "Oh, Lord, Anderson" Cunning ham broke In, "nobody is accusing the child of murder, but we must admit If she was going slowly up- staris. carrying her vanity case, at half past one, she must have known something"
 Yes, I suppose so," Anderson agreed. But what ] want you to do. Cunny, is to find out who was the murderer, and 10 find out where Perry Heath is. I cant help think ing the two mysteries are connect ed"
 "Connected? Of course, they are" Black declared. If the little girl knows anything. she ought to be made to tell. But the mystery ought to be solved without her help, no matter how. often she ran up and down stairs"
 Meantime the subject of their dis cussion, the uncertain and mysteri- ous Bunny, was lying in her little bed in Mrs. Prentiss' best guest room, staring wide-eyed at the cell ing.
 She wondered why Cunningham whether she would ever get it back.
 Restlessly she turned and twisted, sometimes getting up and sitting by the window. and again. turning on the light and trying to read.
 At last, a she had returned to real sleep, there was a light tap on her door, and she sprang up and opened 1t, to see Mrs. Prentiss in boudoir cap and gown.
 My dear" she whispered, there's a call for you on the telephone. A mans voice. but he won't give his name. Says it's important he should speak to you"
 "Mr. Inman, probably" said Bun- ny, as she slipped her bare feet into her little silk mules.
 A few moments later, she took up tLc lCltpIOhc lCNtlNCl anu ilCal U, io her stunned amazement, the voice of Perry Heath.
 "Hush!" he said. softly; don't make a row. l only want to tell you to watch your step. I cant advise you definitely or particularly, but just be non-committal, taciturn, un- communicative-all those things. In other words, keep your trap shut! See?"
 NO, I don't see at all! Where are you? What do you know? Why don't you come home"
 Never mind all that, You mind what 1 say, or you'll be everlasting ly sorry And with that, the voice ceased.
 Chapter XXIII
 Mrs. Prentiss did not inquire and Bunny did not vouchsafe any infor- nation as to the identity of her tele- phone caller.
 The girl went back to bed. and the older W man went to her room, but neither of them slept much. Today Buck. too, was wakeful, and when the three met at breakfast, though outwardly. cheerful, there was an undercurrent of restraint and all were little i'll at ease.
 The meal was nearly over, when Bunny was called to the telephone.
 T won't go." she cried, petulant- ly. You go for me. won't you, Mir. Buck?"
 NO, Miss Moore the waitress intervened. the gentleman on the wire says he must speak to you per 
 With a sigh, Bunny rose and went to the small booth in the hall, where the instrument was.
 AS she had fully expected, the voice she heard was Perry Heath's.
 Don't speak," he said. don't say a word. But, listen. You must be careful what you say or do. Emma has told lCt of stuff about you nrnh hl,r hut ah ,1y