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BY PHILIP WIuE.

/ You went through lt?"
Keough looked apologetic. "Only
superficially. I neglected to take
along my hatpin for probing mat
tresses, pillows and the like. 1 did
not dismantle the walls" His eyes
were on his book. "Mr. Jones' taste
in literature runs toward-shall we
say-the exotic? AS far as I could
see, he has no apparent source of in
come. No bank book No checking
account. He is extravagant, and l
daresay that he has spent the sums
paid for his paintings on travel as
fast as he received them. His car is
four years old and very much travel
worn. His wardrbe is expensive. con-
sldering the unreliability OF his in
come. He belongs definitely to the
hedonistic or romantic dissipation
type OF individual. He was married
in 1884"
To Keough's recitation Margit had
listened with SNUG hauteur. It had
quite fitted with her own estimate of
Charlie Jones character. a roue, a
cad. spendthrift. dissolute person
OF the lower classes, Jones. How
ever, Keoughs last statement totally
disrupted her snooty sang -froid. She
had been sitting down. She leaped
TO her feet.
Married"
To Evelyn Bankhead OF Boston,
Mass"
But he's divorced" Margit said
tensely.
keoueh shook his head. 1T found
no evidence Of 1t. In fact, I came
upon a letter among his personal ef-
fects, from his wife. written less than
week ago. At that time she was in
Boston. The letter was very friendly
IN tone. The salutation, as I recall
1t, was My darling Pogo and the
general purport of the letter was that
she would be in New York in a few
days and would like very much to be
visited by her husband"
Margit paced around her boudoir.
This she finally said furiouslv. lis
monstrous! How could he dare make
love to my sister when he was married
to another woman!"
Keough stared into space. THE
procedure is not without precedent" &"
"What?' she peered at him blankly
and then realized that her outrage
over the fact that Charlie was mar
ried evidently had the appearance of
being eXorbitant. Go away" she ex-
claimed in loud voice, I've got to
think" She clenched her hands.
Think" She didn't want Keough
to put any misconstruction on the
topic of her thought. I've got to
think Of how to protect Irene from
this-fendl"
Keough bowed "I shall let you
know when Mrs. Keough and I are
packed"
'Packed?" Margit echoed the word
as if she had never heard it before in
her life. Good heavens. Keough.
you can't leave me at time like this!
l need you! There are thousands of
things you've got to find out for me-"
Keough shook his head. II am
sorry. Miss Agnew-but I was on the
point of leaving you, in any case. 1
have completed my studies. I was
about to seek employment, not as a
butler, but as specialist in private
detection"
But that's what I need!"
He eyed her coldly. The compen-
sation of an investigator is rather
larger than that of a butler, Miss
Agnew"
She stopped walking around the
room. Does that matter at a time
like this? You'll stay on as butler
and detective. I'll pay you the SAL
aries of BOTH" 1t was the most in
efficient thing she had ever done in
her life. But with Keoughs assistance
she began to plan
AS Charles intimate affairs were
being discussed by Margit Agnew.
Charlie himself was sitting in Spikes
saloon. After a breakfast of pork
chops and creamed spinach he tele-
phoned the Agnew residence on Long
Island. Keough's frigid voice informed
MIN that Irene Agnew had left town.
Charlie came back from the phone
grinning, and he winked at Spike
They've put the freeze on me-"
Charlie knows that he and Irene
are deliberately being kept apart. But
the mad young artist is a resourceful
fellow. Be sure to read how he de-
feats Margit in tomorrow's spirited
installment.
ITO be continued.)