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it ! | igi CHAPTER XIV. Matters of Interest. Ashton-Kirk was about to Teply to hie friend's ques- tion, the door opened and Krets came into the room. He saluted stiffly. “Here Campe,” said he, “told me to @eme to you. He said you would peek to me.” “Did he say anything more?’ fe told me to obey your orders,” Agbton-Kirk nodded. “Good!” said he. “Well, sergeant, I have a bit of work to do about the castle, and Mr. Bcanion is to be my ‘With not a vestige of expression "pen hie granite-like face the Ber- @eant-Major again saluted. “Now,” went on Ashton-Kirk, “I expect to be engaged for an hour or more, Keep wetoh at the mite; ifany “Are your nails atili in the door to the vaults?” - “They are,” replied Scanlon, proud- fy. “Up to their heads, and holding Uke grim death,” “Get a tool of ome sort. We'll have te draw them.” With a clawhammer Scanlon pulled the naille without much difficulty, Then the two descended into the regions below. Ashton-Kirk carried an electric torch, which shot a small, eearehing column of light ahead threugh the gloom. “Tt beats a lamp or a lantern,” said Bet, his mind going back to the m@oralag upon which their visit to the ef the torch danced along floor, the colting, the walls and Censed its erratic dashing; it now be- @eme intent, and fixed itself upon @eme small spaces for quite long periods of time. “Again the floor seems to attract him,” thought the big man. prints and such. But the crime specialist seemed noyed, “There has been a great deal of ramping up and down by all of us,” eaid he. “Quite a number of very definite impressions are to be found in the dust, but"— he stopped auddenly, the beam of light held to a place in the floor, fixedly, and his breath drew in with a sharpness that told of a dlacovery. “What is it?” asked Bat, anxiously, “Look!” The crime specialist pointed to what appeared to be a long streak in the dust upon the vault floor. It was broken here and there by footmarks, but seemed to continue for some dis- tance outside the radius of the light. “I gee it,” sald Bat, mildly. “But what (s it?” “Here 1s another just like it,” spoke Ashton-Kirk, “and running the samo way. And there is still another, but not so heavy, between the other two.” Gure enough, as Bat looked, he saw two deeply marked streaks, with a third mot so pronounced between them; they held their rejative posi- tions and ran away in the same di- rection as far as his eye could follow. "I get the three of them,” said Mr. Geanion. “And once again I ask for the answer.” “Tt looks,” and the glow of the torch began to follow the course of the lines, “ae though our friend Alva, from the fan, hyd been her: “It's got through,” sald Bat, tapping hie head dolefully. ‘It's got through at last. These marks wero made by the wheels of his chair—two big ones outside, and one small one in the middie.” There was a silence os the eyes of the big man followed the epreading rays of the torch. “Alva, you know, promiaed to drop in some time,” continued Bat. “And I can see thas he's @ man of his word.” ‘The detective followed the wheel } “Foot. Ashton- Kirk, Special Detective New Yorker's Strange Methods of Seloing a Crime Mystery By John T. McIntyre marks; they led direetly across the vault to the east wail. “Right slam into it,” epoke Mr. Beanlon from the darkness of a half dozen yards away. “Looks like they had an accident on the line.” But Ashton-Kirk did not hear; he was too intent upon what was before him. Up the wall crept the shaft of light, and about four feet above the floor it rested upon a heavy iron ring. “Hello,” said Scanion, approaching 4 staring at the ring with interest. “Wee it here that they chained the \ happy captive in the days of old?” Ashton-Kirk examined the ring keenly; then the rays of the torch flashed over the wall, all about'it, Ae it approached the floor once more he| suddenly exclaimed, “Ah!” And down he went on his knees in the dust. Scanlon, bending forward, saw a Diace at the edge of a great block of atone where @ thick, greenish fluid had apparently oosed through. “From the river, I guess,” he said. “We're pretty close to it, you know.” Ashton-Kirk touched the fluid with @ finger tip; then he held out va hand toward his friena, “Ia the odor at all familiar?” he asked. Scanlon sniffed, gingerly. “By George-" exclaimed he. “Crude oll.” He stared at the other. “What's it doing here?” Ashton-Kirk arose to bis feet. “Take hold of the ring,” directed he. Bat did a0. “Now pull.” As Senion put his weight to the Dull, he felt something give; to his astonishment the whole mass of stone before him turned emoothly upon an invisible pivot; before him was @ dark opening, bricked, and extending apparently for a long dis- tance underground. For a moment or two Bat was too dumfounded to speak, but at length hé thrust his bands deep into his pocket and eaid: “Well, I've read about them, and T’ve heard about them, but this is the first I ever saw.” The torch Mghted up the passage for some dia- tance, and as the big man peered into it, he went on: “It’s all properly mouldy, and it's got the water trickling between the bricks, the damp patches and the fungus, just as Sylvanus Cobb and the othere used to write about.” But, underneath the astonishment, his mind had apparently been mov- i for he went on in another tone: “The crude oll was put on the working parts by the fellows at the inn when they found that the stone didn't move smoothly. And now,” turning upon Ashton-Kirk, “I am wise to all the interest that's been taken in the river bank of late. This Passage opens somewhere on the bank, and I was the only one that didn't know It.” But Ashton-Kirk “I didn't know { did suspect. persons 00k his head. "gaid he. “But I ned entrance to the cellar whenever they felt disposed to do so pointed very strongly to the existence of just euch @ passage as this. That it did not appear in the plan of the castle of which Krets spoke meant such things are never shown nothing; toward the river bank as a possible place for the passage's outlet, because Schwartsberg is near the bank, and it has always been a custom to have such secret ways lead down to the brinks of rivers wherever possible. A river, I suppose, suggested a way of escape.” Aa the crime specialist ceased speak- ing, he entered the passage, and Scan- lon followed, It was almost circular in shape, and the big man could walk without bending his head. “Fortunately for the bullder, the atone through which the cut was made was soft, as I showed you the other day,” said Ashton-Kirk, “If it had been good solid granite, I think Schwartzborg would have been left without ifs secret way.’ At the far end of ‘the tunnel day- Nght filtered in between some faded tangled growth, A hoap of stones, cement clinging to them, lay in the ‘he tunnel was sealed,” said Ash- ton-Kirk, “and when the criminals laid siege to the castle they broke it open.” Bat Scanlon protruded his head; tn a few moments he drew it back. “No wonder no one ever got wise to this,” said he, “It opens right under that big rock that hangs over the w: ter; and the water runs directly un- derneath. They must have had some little time getting the man of the chair in, unless they hav boat.” After they had looked about inter- estedly for a while they left the tun- nel and closed the massive stone door, Ashton-Kirk then picked up the wheel tracks with the torch rays, and this time he followed them in the opposite direction, “Trying to find out what the crip- pled party was up to,” Bat told bim- aelf. “Well, it must have been some- thing important, seeing as he went to such a lot of trouble to get here.” Here and there went the special de- tective, his keen eyes following the wheel marks. Alva, vo it seemed, had been rolled to all parts of the vaults, ‘The fact that certain * SING SING UP TO DATE and the track was, to Scanlon's no- tton, hopelessly tangled. But Ashton- Kirk seemed to see much that was in- teresting and of consequence. At length, however, he straightened up, atretched the tightness which the stooping posture had produced out of his back and shoulders, and smiled at his companion in a way that spoke of much satisfaction. “Our friends were here quite recent- ly," he said, “In fact, I will venture to say that they were here last night, and, perhaps, upon each of the pre- ceding nights. All the indications apeak of acute interest—and failure.” “Failure!” said Scanion. “In what?” Ashton-Kirk smiled once more. “In what they came for,” sald he “And—having fatled—they will come agai His interest in the vaults seemed to have exhausted itself, and so he ascended to the firat floor with Bat his heels. After making the door t, the big man asked: “Well, where do we give the next look? In the room where the tapes- tries are?” “Ah! You have not forgotten the tapestries!” The crime specialist's eyes snapped. “I never saw finer, Campe has a@ prise in them, indeed.” “The tapestries are fine-—for those folks who are strong for them,” ad- mitted Bat. “But there are other things in that room that would get me quicker than they would.” “As your reat is eo keen,” smiled Ashton-Kirk, “we may as well take the tapestry room first. Who knows what interests we may uncover there?” Scanion led the way upstairs and pushed open the door of the room in question. The sun shone In; the paintings, the carvings, the tapestry, the rare rugs and furniture showed to wonderful a@vantage. “They've got it a atep or two ahead of m admitted Mr, Scanlon, “but, for all that, I'll say it's some room. Class from every angie.” “The harp stood, muffled, near a win- dow, and the big man was gratified to see Ashton-Kirk go directly to It and strip off the cover, “The harp,” said Bat, “is an emblem of Brin, and | have nothing against it. But there is something about this par- ticular one that I don't like, for every time I look at it I feel it's got some- thing on me,” Ashton-Kirk examined the tnstru- mont with much attention; there was @ pleased look upon his face; his singular eyes shone with interest, and now and then he uttered a low ex- clamation. Hts fingers ran over the etrings, Then, at length, he stepped back and stood nodding and amiling. “That,” said he, “la exceedingly clever, As @ matter of fact I don't know when I've encountered anything more ingenious.” “Eb?” eald Scanlon, blankly. But the crime aspectaliat did not @eem to hear him, and then, before Bat could ask a question, he had turned away and was glancing Inter- estedly about the room once more. “There's the sword,” said Bat, de- strous that this important feature in the doings about Bchwartsberg should not be overlooked. “Ah, yea.” The other nodded and Blanced at the huge weapon with ap- a id eyes. “A very powerful arm. ‘The Hohenlo who carried it at Milan was @ person capable of giving good service, no doubt.” But after one glance the speaker turned away; evidently it was not the sword he was looking for. His keen eyes, wandering about, went from object, to object; then a small, beautifully fashioned Geek caught his glance, and he went to it. First one drawer and then another was opened; they held stationery, letters appar- ently awaiting answers, small bills and other matters. At length Bat, who was absorbed in watching the turning out of the desk, gave an ex- clamation. “Hello!” said he. He pointed to some ni ets in the bottom of a drawer. “They are the things—the rolls of blank paper I saw Misa Knowles looking at in the storage room, ald he. Ashton-Kirk took up one of the Packets and untied it. Very care- lessly, Scanion thought, he ran over the sheets; then he tossed them back In the drawer, “TE think,” sald the crime specialist, after a moment, “that we have seen about all we want to neo for a apace. Inside, that is. Hut outside there may be one or two little matters which it would be well to pick up." He was about to turn away from the desk; then pausing, he reopened one of the drawers and took out a tangled maas of strings which lay in the bottom of it. "Put these in your pocket,” said he, handing them to Scanlon. “We may nced them to tle something together.” Reluctantly Rat Jeft the houso with him, and glumly passed through the gate which Kretsz held open. “Of course,” said he, to himself, “it's not for ma to kick, But It doos seem to me that the place to get the good going over !s the house, And here we haven't done any more than look at afew corners of it.” It was now conalderally past noon; the sun was warm and the brown huis, with e and there a patch of vivid green, stretched away to the south and west and the north, To the cast the river slipped by amooth- ly, and toward tho river Asbton- Kirk turned his steps. He paused upon an overhanging masse of rock and looked over its edge. “It's under this, I think, that we found the opening to the secret way "Yes," replied Bat. After studying the situation for a little, the special detective moved on. He held to the river banks for the better part of a mile; than he paused, “Just for a moment,” said he to Scanlon, He left the path and sprang down the bank; plunging Into a t gle of shrivelled vines and small tre: he disappeared for a faw momenta, and when he reappeard his face wore aid he cheerfully, “we'll take a brisk Mtt\le walk across country. And at the end of it I may be able to show you eometMing that will surprise you." So away they went, uphill and downhill, and Scanlon noted that thelr way was taking them tn the general direction of the inn, “Your life im the weat,” said Ash- ton-Kirk, after @ period of si Copyright, 1914, ) the Press Publishing Co, New York Krening World.) ty (Tee “must have made you acquainted with the various Indian tribes.” “A good many. I've eaten with Pawnees and hunted with Crows; I've broken horses with the Cheyennes, when I was a youngater, and I've fought the Sioux and the Apache. Another man and I once put in a geason with the Navajos; and one time again I had a party of Black- feet chase me through about @ hun- dred miles of mountain, with never a atop.” “The Navajos are an interesting tribe, said the crime specialist, “Their fabrics and their pottery are picturesque and not without beauty of design and form.” He was silent for another space, and then asked: “You are not acquainted with any of the tribes further south?” “None across the border,” said Bat, “Mexico has some races of inter- eating savages, Her hill people hardy and independent, and they've never been subdued,” “I've heard of them," replied Bat. “But ancient Mexico possessed still more noteworthy peoples, Hum- boldt, Vater and others who have studied their remains have written very interestingly of them, Auahuac was the ancient name of Mexico, and the first known race to occupy the land was the Quinome.” “Some time ago!” remarked Mr. Scanlon, as they strode along. “Be- fore even friend Columbus had a chance to hang up his name.” “Yes replied Ashton-Kirk, “Hat just how long the Quinomes remained it is not known, for a number of wandering tribes seemed to have en- tered afterward, paused and then took up their way once more, After- ward the Toltecs came from the west—later more tribes, to the nuin- ber of seven, one of whom was the Aztec. “I've heard of then suid Scanion. “Kather queer looking old acou had heads flattened in front, and’ but he paused, hin eyes going to Anh- ton-Kirk in @ curious look, Then he Pursed up hia mouth, and began to whistle softiy, The crime specialist's head waa bent, and he stabbed at the stubble and the brown weeds with his stick; there was 4n expression upon his face that told of one deep in apecula- thon, “The Azteca, as you suggest, wore not a physically beautiful people, And their civilization was as de- formed as their persons.” There was @ halt as they breasted a hill; then he proceeded: “It has come down an @ sort of tradition that Cortez, when he burned his ships, marched against @ people of mild nature and advanced culture, Nothing could be more er- roneous, They were @ savage race who had conquered their neighbors by euperior brutality; their ioteili- gence was infertor te the North American indian of the same time; it im true that they had @ written language, but thelr character wae wreatly inferior to that of the Hin- doos and other peoples,” “A popular lecture,” was Mr. Bcan- lon's mental observation. “But it meems to me it's going to land some- where.” “The Azteca made no roads,” said Asbton-Kirk, lifting his head and looking about as though searching for By Robert Minor Both these things speak strongly against them. But the mont fearsome thing about them was their religion.” He paused in a place between two smill hills; in the ground was a bow!l- shaped hollow, Scanlon looked at this and at the surroundings with in- terest. “Bome days ago I had occasion to speak to you of the theory of Gall, the Antwerp empiric, as to the skull and the brain and their effects, one upon the other, It waa the custom of tho Axtecs to flatten the jeads of their children by continued pressure; this resulted, finally, in the altering of thelr skulle & people. And who knows what effect this deformity had upon their inclinations, The horrors of their religious observances may, perhaps, be traced to it altogethe: “Like as not,” admitted Mr. Scan- Jon. The crime specialist kicked away some brush which lay beside a log near by, and in this way he disclosed a huge bundle of something like parchment. With Scanion's help he unrolled it; 1t was made up of a gum- ber of prepared shoeprkinn and tothe edges ropes were attached, “Huh!” sald Bat, as he looked at it “Suppose we were to throw this over the hollow which you see here; then suppose we were to draw it taut with the ropes after having passed them around stakee—taut and tauter atill until the akins will stretch no more." Ashton-Kirk looked at the big man inquiringty. we have?” “A drum!” cried Bat. “An immense drum!" He returned the look of the other, Adding, with wonder, “And it's a drum we've heard roaring tn the night." “Right,” sald Ashton-Kirk. ‘ou knew it was here,” said Scan- lon. "Yes. Tcame upon tt after a little search one day while prowling about in the guise of a mag with a dia- obedient Iver." Ha regarded the drumhead in allence for a while, and then went on: “The Aztecs’ places of worship wern shaped like pyramids, and were cor posed of terraces, one above other. Here thoir terrible war mod Hulteitopochtil, wan propitiated by hbumen sacrifice. A great drum was beaten, notifying all in the city that an offering was to be made, Tho pinioned victim was thrown face up- ward across the sacrifictal atone, which was green in colur and with a humped up place which fitted tnto the small of his back; with a blow of @ great, keen bate his body was laid open.” The breath caught fn the big man's aid he, his wide open eyes upon the other's face te He continued to stare, and slowly what he had just heard began to form in his mind “The stone,” said he “green, and with a hump on It! Tho roaring of & great drum! A cut down the front!" His hand closed upon Ashton-Kirk's arm, “I've seen and heard things liky these, and I know a man with a flat tened skull, But what's the answer?’ “The greater part of the Mexican population is mixed with Indlan blood,” said the crime specialist. “What should ; “And one of the most curious studies I know of ts the atavintic tendancy— that is, the tendency to recur to an ancestral type of deformity. A thing may He dormant in ten generations of men or animals, and then suddenly assert itself in all ite fulness.” “You think, then”—— began Scan- lon. “That the man fn the rolling chair, Alva, is @ ‘throwback;’ that his de- formed hoad is an assertation of the old Antec atrain; that if this defor- mity had anything to do with the flendi#h character of the Aateca it might natufally bo supposed that it has had some effect upon him.” “1 think I get you,” sald Bat Scan- jon slowly, “Check me off, and see if I'm right, This fellow, Alva, is the leader of the party at the inn, He's done for three of the Campe family already, and is reaching for a fourth, The answer to this, ao you tell m fa that his Indian ancestors lov blood spilling, and that the thing's broke out ta him,” “That's a part of the answer, It only after failing in something remember, that the murder mania took possession of him, And boasting of his Indian ancestry, as Fuller reports, it te not at all strange that his murderous tendency should find vent in the anolent form.” at nodded, “But why all the frille? Why this? touching the drumhead with the toe of bis shoe. “Why the execution stone?” “All part of a system fer terror- iaing Campe. And you've seen how it succeeded. They knew he would understand; through fear of the death which overtook his father, his uncle and his brother they hoped to bring him to some sort of terms.” “1 ace,” said the big man, He stood in silence for a time, apparently dt- gesting what he'd heard; then he asked, curiously: “But how did you drop to all this? How did you be- gin?) How did you work it out? “My starting polot,” said Ashton- wi | Kirk, “was when you told me the Jandlord had bad the inn only a short time, 1 knew that if there was a bund working on the Campo affalf than his due when Congress granted ie lands and honors," she was say= ne He they would have headquarters in the neighborhood; and what you said looked promiat “That's why you wanted to go there before you tried anything else,” sald Mr. Scanlon, The crime specialist nodded. “As I told you, the atmosphere of the inn struck me unfavorably as soon as I had @ chance to feel it, I wot the impression that there was an understanding between the aw there; and then it occurred me that they were fakes; with the exception of Alva there wasn't @ genuine invalid in the lot. “The man with the cough le @ fatr- ly lively person,” said Bat, “Tho idea of this," sald Ashton- Kirk, “was that as invalids they would escape attention; it would form a reason for their being at the inn; and so far as Marlowe Furnace and the country round about is con- cerned they were successful.” “Count mo among the boobs,” said Hat, “I didn’t fall until they fell on me. ‘ou recall that we he the voice of Alva that night, off stage, so te ai speak, and iifted very h one I at felt that this was the voice of hority, and 1 was curious to see ‘The Indiau who pushed his hair first attracted my attention when they camo in, I knew he was not # North American; thia, and the fact that the Cai trouble had its beginning in Mexico, must have started my mind on ite course, had, also, the rolling of the drum and the «reen stone stored in the back of when I saw the pe- indications of Alva'a skull I felt interested enough to get @ leas obstructed look." ‘Then your knocking those wrap- Pings from of his head wasn't an accident after all.” ‘A little subterfuge,” amiled Ash- ton-Kirk, “And a moment after ace. ing it I had the skull, the rolling sound, the green stone and Mexico revolving in my mind. pt that ight 1 had them ass When | got you to leave next morning and cut across try toward the castle it was be- a the wheel marks of T was curious to see where je the night before,” "And this thing which made you send Fuller to Mexico next day—how did you get that?” “It wus a theory, built up around what 1 had already seen.” Here the crime specta hin wateh “Do you know, “that it's 8 o'clock, wonder if the tourin, turned." ‘They turned and slowly began the tramp over the hille toward Schwart- bers The aft ed-on th clated, roa: ist looked at id he, surprised, nd ft shouldn't party had re- noon sun lay warm and western alopes of the hil nt where tt fell upon the walls o! t istle it had a peculiar effect, nin broad day Schwartabers: cusy place for me," sald Sean- his eyes upon the gray pile, Hfow is that?” asked the spectal detective, It must be," said the big man in reply, “that the things that have lappened in and about the castle have so colored iny feelings toward it that I can see it only in one way.” “And that Is— “A place of peril,” answered Scan- lon, soberly, “A piace where danger in always watting to reach out its mitt and hand you something when you are not expecting it, As you know, I'm not the kind of a fellow to pick up impressions of this Kind: but Schwartzbergs put its mark on me deep and strong, and I can't shake te off.” CHAPTER XV. How the Great Sword Spoke to Scanlon. UT the automobile voyagers had not returned when the two men reached Schwarts- berg. "Campe ly taking plenty of tie, an per request,” observed Mr. Next Week's Complete Novel in THE EVENING WORLD © The Cottage on the Fells By H. De Vere Stacpoole This Book on the Stands Will Cost You $1.25. You Cet I! for 6 Cents. 1 ghe turned pale and Bat eaw “Why, yes, very Ukely he She's very clever with Rd ou, 4 they settled down to walt. and he looked at the other, “you think something has happened to him.’ But Ashton-Kirk shook his head. “No,” sald he. “Just at this time J think Campe is perfectly safe from Alva and his crowd. When you first came to me with the story I felt hat a little I saw thet in mistaken. The criminals will in a hurry to murder Campe. tho last of his family, and they what he knows, or c at than they want his life.” , Tt was fully & o'clock, and was thickening when they heard heavy braying of the auto side. A little later the two whisked past the library door, then Campe ontered, dusty, and wit an eager look. b “I kept thom away as long as £ could without attracting thetr attem tion, But," and the eager look tm creased, “what nows?" ‘Wo've looked around @ bit,” eaté Ashton-Kirk, “both inside and ot: aide, and we saw a number of thingy) which interested us greatly.” iy Campe stood looking at the speaker : for a moment, then he said: “I can eee that you are not ready to tell me the result of your invesths gation. Vory weil. time comes,” and here his lips twitched a little, “don't delay.” At dinner Miss Knowles was very lovely, and the elder lady was flushed and animated. “AD automobile trip,” thought Bat, as listened to the spinster’s chate ter, “should be prescribed for the good lady frequently. It's done her good.” “Baron Steuben received no more to Ashton-Kirk, “Hut Count inlo was overlooked disgrace. la had little popular or Feoognition” replied the orime spe- claliat. of those who knew him, and they Wrote him down in their memories a8 a gallant soldier, a true friend and @ lover of freedom.” Then Miss Hohenlo talked of the letters written by the old hero; of the journals he had kept in court and camp; of his plans and intentions; of hia adventures. Her eyea were longer dull; her plain face was st. spieith her gestures, no affect: were @harp and stirring, And while she talked Miss Knowles was very quiet, listening with atten« tion, And, as she did so, Mr. Scan= lon watched hur speculatively. “Still on the lookout,” mused the big man, “sti with her eyes and ears open, I never saw any one stick Cert ae job than she a what she hopes to gt out oe fnaiden, I 't unger After dinner, as Miss Hohenlo' was Passing from the room, Scanion saw. Ashton-Kirk overtake Mise Knowles as she wae about to follow. The sim. gular eyes of crime Were fixed upon her face intently, when he spoke his voice was itched that none but the girl ear. But whatever it was he handa tremble. Then without a of answer she cast a frigh about her and disappeared, Kirk turned to Campe. “Perhaps you'd care for a game of billiards,” said he. Then the young man's surprised look added: “I'd be glad wolf, but I think I'l) rather full of other thin; Ye aunt would, I dare say, be Campe continued to look ag speaker for @ moment, then Be @owly: know. ‘ifteen minutes later, aa Kirk and Scanion sat in the the big man patiently awaiting vther's pleasure, the click of the began to come from the billiard seem. Ashton-Kirk stood up. fol- “Now,” sald he, and lowed him into ‘the hall. they jWent until they reached the door ort room where the Lapeatrieg hung. Here they entered and found Miss Knowles, ‘pale, tall and with the frightened look still in her eyes, standing in the middie of the floor, Ashton-Kirk closed the door gently, and turning, faced the girl. “Now,” thought Mr. Scanlon, “for & show-down. Here is where t en Helen is to be brought up sharp turn.” “Miss Knowles,” spoke the detec= tive quietly, “ I ask just how jong you have known what:l am?” “I thought I knew you when J firat saw your face,” answered the girl im a low voice, “But I did not place you, It was not until I had heard name that I knew you. You had been pointed out to me once at a depart- mental reception at Washington,” “I gee,” guid the other. ‘Then, with You seemed a trifle startled that day when you recognized me,” “T was,” replied the girl, “for your appearance at Schwartsberg meant only one thing to me: That all that. 1 had suspected was true—that Fred- eric wan fearfully in danger—end that you had been sent for to trace out his enenues." “Huht” said Mr. Scanlon, and Ash- ton-Kirk glanced at him with a smile, “L rather thought it was something Jike that,” said the latter gentleman, “But there are a number of other questions I'd like to have you answer, a re so that there will be no migtake as, to your position In the ar be king them she sald, But when the — “But he lived in the hearts — t Rave oy bask “On the night that you hear@ “a thunderous noise out among the pe and Mr, Campe madly rushed look for his tormentors, bow Mt official —