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Dan went.
 "Now. Mir. Riggs" his employc
 continued. will you get busy ol Croydon Sears at once?"
 T will, Miss Folsom. but l mus
 work in my own way. You've lait
 down laws which will obey. Now
 I must make stipulations whicl
 you must regard. You are not tt
 take any active or open part ir
 this investigation. Are the regu.
 lar detectives. as you call them
 making headway?"
 T doubt If they're doing any.
 thing. The police are on what~they call still hunt, but think il will
 be kept so still we never shall hear of it at all."
 "Very likely. heard Mir. Ne ville say he thought the affair would blow over as an unsolved mystery"
 "Oh. he did, did he? Well. it will do nothing of the sort. II may be an unsolved mystery, for i we may not succeed. but it won't blow over: It will take more than Roger Neville to blow over any enterprise on which I am en- harked! Go to it. Mr. Riggs. Do your darndest."
 Tite Riggs was always amused at the sudden lapses from digni- fled diction to less formal phrases. and walked smi}ingly away.
 Left alone in her brothers rooms, Anastasia Folsom devoted her attention to the dolls.
 For the first time she regarded them with intepest. and. as she gazed at them, her interest in- creased.
 My heavens and earth!" she calculated, That one is the very image of Jeanie Frew! Poor little Jeanie. Garry wasn't very good to her. But bless his heart, he couldn't be tangled up with a stenographer! I wonder If he bought that doll because 1t looks so like Jeanie!!"
 And that one" she went on. communing with herself. 'Is Kitty Leigh 10 the life. I believe the boy did buy these puppets when they looked like the girls he ad- mired. For that blond one is enough like May Farmer to be made for her. Yes. and this is like Loo Bailey-though not so much so. We'll Garry, dear. you were always boy! How well I remember you as a baby. Fond ot dolls even then"
 Her loving eyes saw only an in- nocent exhibition of romance = but 1t was romance that had repre- sented to Folsom's mind the num- Der and quality os his conquests.
 He had had many and various sorts Of "romances" and when he could find doll which looked like one of his favorites. past or pres ent he bought it. And this oc- cured more often than one might think likely, and there were at least a dozen dolls in his collcc- tion, thought not all were present.
 And then Miss Folsom had an- other thought. A gruesome one. Was it possible her brother had had any-unpleasantness or upset with any of the girls he had known. and that such one had killed him?
 But 1t seemed to her too pre- posterous - she knew so little of that sort of thing. Garrett had been her idol and the sole human interest in her life.
 The only love she had ever given had been to him; the only jealousy she had suffered had been of him.
 So she knew naught. Of any other varieties or degrees of love or jealousy. and the thought of a girl murderer was vague indeed.
 She ranged the dolls on a sofa. in a straight, even line, all sitting in prim, decorous positions. which spectacle sent Myrtle. the cham- hermaid, off in peals of laughter ( Ht IsAt tlulc SIle entered tHe room.
 Not all were recognized by Miss Folsom. but at least six she was sure, of two pretty confident. and the others reminded her of no one she knew.
 Tite Riggs went from the pres cnce of his employer, as he called Miss Folsom, and sought the society of Robin Sears.
 He found him idle, and pro- posed a stroll on the boardwalk. 1 which Robin accepted gleefully.
 "Where's the imam oratao' asked ! Riggs.
 Dunno" Robin said. She's l