The evening world. Newspaper, January 15, 1915, Page 21

LOVE INSURANCE A New Yorker’s Odd Fight to Keep From Winning the Girl of His Heart Y EARL DERR BIGGERS | De ee el DOWervorsis OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, party adjourned to the gambling rooms overhead. Mr. Stacy's assistant, a polished lonaire. gentleman with a face like aged ivory, ‘var. presided over the roulette table, CHAPTER XIll. (Continued) “And on the Ships at Sea.” shook hands genially, sand the two young men @ropped once more into that unhappy launch. As they sped toward the shore the” meth, behind them, was heading for the open sea. Paddock sped up the stairs to his Teom, which was on the second floor, end Minot turned toward the cleva- ter: At. that moment be saw ap- eeechins him through the deserted Mr. Jim Pua the house Matective of the De ia Pax. “Can we see you, a Fepirbild in the Mr, Minot?” “Certainly,” Minot “But I'm soaked throug! in that rain—” er as Oras bg a sym jc glance. “We won't keep seu but a mihute—" He led the way, and, wondering, ot followed. In the tiny office of hotel manager a builet-headed man stood waiting. “My friend, Mr. Huntley, of the Secret Service,” O'Malley explained. Gored, —was out e, “Awful sorry that this should hap- Hee Mr. Minot, but—we got to search th practised fingers the detective explored rapidly Mr. Minot’s person and kets. The victim of the search limp, helpless. What could he There was no escape. It was all up now—for whatever reason they deeired Chain Lightning’s Collar, they could not fail to have it in another «minute. Bide pockets—trousers _poc! now! The inner coat pocket! Its con- Sents were in the detective’e hand. Minot stared down. A little gasp es- taped him. 6 envelope that held Chain Light- wing's Collar was not among them! ‘Two minutes ce rune ey are then with an oath of tment he turned to O'Mally. got it!” he announ i id ; was while he sat steaming In a nd nee that an idea came to him. H with Meartin ‘Wall panting at his side! iF) -1 tug on his coat as y all went down to together. ‘The genial spirits of The sudden start for New ork: ‘The sun was bright outside Minot ¢ Windows next morning, when he wa aroused by a knock. bey is it?” he cried. ‘A package for you sir,” said a belie -boy voice. He elipped one arm outside his door to receive it—a neat little bundle, se- oerely ted, with his name written on the wrappings. Sleepily he undid the eord, and took out—an envelope. He was no longer sleepy. He held the envelope open over his bed. Chain ¢, Lightning’s Collar tumbled, gieam- upon the white sheet! in the package was a note, read breathlessly, “Dear Mr. Fetinot! “I have deotded not to go north ‘efter all, and am back in the har- bor with the Lileth. As I expect Trimmer at any moment I have gent George aver to Tarragona Ialand in charge of two sailormen @losed in the ecuffle on the boat fest night.” GE PTER XIv. Jerse; City Interferes. T 0 o'clock that Saturday {orning. Lord Harrowby / a engrossed in the cere~ «ony of breakfast in his rooms. There was a knock, and Harrowby cried, Minot, fresh as the morning and no- * where near so hot, entered and tossed } fometning on on the table, just abaft his lordship's eg ( Chain Lightning's Collar!" cried Harrowby. “Back to its original storage vault," a Minot. “What's thig, Harrowby? 4A Drury Lane melodrama?” “My word. I can't make it out.” “Can't you? Got the necklace back this morning with a note from. Ma: tin Wall, saying I dropped it la ibe rie the scrap on the deck of the P Lileth.” “Ell explain it all later, There's relly nothing dishonorable—as men of the world look at such things. I gs you my. word that you can serve a sonbson best by keeping the neck- the present and seeing to hat. it does not fall Into the hands the men who are looking for it." ‘Minot sat staring gloomily ahead an . ‘Then he reached out, took 4 the necklace, and restored It to bis fp Pooks “By the way,” Harrowby remarked, “Tm ‘giving a little dinner to-night— at The Maahattan Club. May I count on zoe ur “Burely," Minot replied, “T'll be re, wearing our n jace.” I see you ‘Wear it, by all My dear fellow—ah, mean it pleasantly, Scnem pH By] larger thie Mre. joe's, meta gunner of @em people. § Afterw: whole He swung the wheel a few times, an in- viting smile on his face. Harrowby, his eyes bright, laid a sum of money beside a row of innocent figures. He won. He tried again, and won. Some of the young women & ihed close to the table, visibly affetted. Others pretended this sort of thing was an old story to them, Dick Minot caught Cynthia Mey- tick’s glance as she stood close be- aide Lord Harrowby. The excitement of the game wi Harrowby’s tall his flaming cheeks, and tently. Won, until @ fatal numbers with an over- whelming stake left him poor again, and he saw all his winnings swept to swell Tom Stacy's store. Quickly he ‘wormed his way out of the crowd and sought Minot. “May I see you a moment? he asked. “Out here.” And he led the way to the gloom of the balcony, If I only had the cash,” Harrow- by whispered excitedly, “I could break Stacy to-night. And I'm going to get it., Wwint you give me the neck- lace, please?” “You forget,” Minot objected, “that the necklace is supposed to e been stolen.” "No. No. That no matter, I'll arrange that. Hurry”’—— ‘ou forget, too, that you told me this morning that should thig neck: lace be found now”—— “Mr, Minot—the necklace belongs to nN L you kindly let me have it, Minot, coldly. nnoyed, he returned to the room amid the buzz and the thrill of gambling. Harrowby ran quickly down the stairs, In the office of the club ho found Tom Stacy in amiable con- verse with Martin Wall. He threw Chain Lightning's Collar on the man- agers desk. low much can you loan me on that?" he demanded. ‘With a grunt of surprise Mr, Stac: took up the famous collar in his thic fingers. He gazed at it for a mo- ment. ‘Then he looked up and caught Martin Wall's crafty eye over Har- rowby'’s shoulder. “Not a cent,” said Mr. Stacy firmly, “What! I don’t ‘understand.” Har- rowby gazed at him blankly. “It's worth" —— “Not a cent,” Stacy repeated. agate mop t 4 altagty- 60 jarrow! f urnes ay LT Martin Wall i id ‘m not investing, “Wall replied with a queer smile, Lord Harrowby restored the neck- lace to his pocket and, crestfallen, gloomy, went back to the room above. “Wouldn't loan me anything én it,” he whispered to Minot. “I don’t un- derstand, really.” Thereafter Harrowby suffered the Pain of watching others play, And while he watched, in the little office downstairs a scene of vital bearing on his future was enacted. A short stocky man with a bullet shaped head had pushed open the door on Messrs. Stacy and Wall. He stood looking about him with a cyn- ical smile, “Hello, Tom,” he said. “Old Bill Huntle: erled Stacy. “By gad, you gave me a turn. I for. got for a minute that you can't raid me down here.” “Them happy days ts pas' turned Mr. Huntley dryly. working for Uncle Sam now, aon Got new fish to fry. Used to hav York, didn’t Oh, hello, Craig “My name is Martin Wall,” that gentleman atiffly. “Ain't he got the lovely manners,” id Huntley, pretending admiration. ‘Always did have, too. And the sweil friends. Still going round in the cav- far crowd, I hear. What if I was to tell your friends here aid Wall, out- wardly unshaken, but his breath came sald yh, you're sure of that, are you . Who I am isn’t one of your worrles In your new line of busineas, And you're going to keep still because T can do you a favor—and I will.” “Thanks, Craig. Excuse me—Mare tin Wall. Sort of a strain keeping track of your names, you know.” Forget tha I say I can do youa favor—it ‘ll promise not to mix in “Well—what is it? “You're down here looking for a diamond necklace known as Chain reat be ae er, you are, Well, ‘ou deliver the goods, and I'll ses. Jl right. You'll find that neck- lace in Lord Harrowby’s pocket right now. And you'll tind Lord Harrowby {n_@ room upstairs.” . Huntley stood for a moment staring at the man he called Craig. Then with a grunt he turned away Two minutes later, in the bright . Toom above, that same rather vulgar grunt sounded in Lord Harrowby's patrician ear, J!> turned, and his face paled. Hi. pelessly he looked toward Minot. Then without @ word he followed Huntley from the room. Only two of that excited crowd about the wheel noticed. And these two fled simultaneously to the bal- cony. There, half hidden behind an ancient musty rug, Cynthia Meyrick and Minot watched together. Harrowby and Huntley descended tho soft stairs, At tho bottom, Mare tin Wall and Stacy were waiting. The sound of volces pitched low could be heard on the balcony, but though they atrained to hear, the pair above could not. However, they could see tho plebeian hand of Mr, Huntley held out to Lord Harrowby. They could see Harrowby reach into his pocket, and bring forth a white envelope, Next they beheld Chain Lightning's Collar gleam in the dusk as Huntley held it up. A few low words, and Harrowby went out with the detective, Martin Wall ascended the stair. On the dim balcony he was confronted by a white-faced girl whose wonderful cop- per hair had once held Chain Light- ing’s Collar, ‘What | ya mean bd voice low “Mean?” h Martin “wat answered, means that Lord Harrowby must go north and fac United tates Com- “Go north! When?" “Tonight. On the midnight train. North to Jersey City,” he said as he passed on. CHAPTER XV. A Bit of a Blow. 188 MEYRICK turned back toward the room of chance to find her father. Minot, meanwhile, ran down the steps, obtained his hat and coat and hurried across the street to the hotel. He went at once to Har- rowby’s rooms, There he encountered a scene of wild disorder. The round-faced valet was packing trunks against time, and his timekeeper, Mr, Bill Huntley, sat in a corner, grim and silent, watch in hand, Lord Harrowby paced the floor madly, When he saw Minot he held out his long, lean, helpless hands. ou've heard, old. boy?” he eaid, ‘Yes, I've heard,” said Minot sharply, fine fix, Harrowby. Why the deuce didn’t you pay the duty on that neck- Was saving every cent 1u know what. Besides, I a clever scheme for slip- ping it in” “Never mind that! Mr. Huntley, this gentleman was to have been married on Tuesday. Can't you hold off until then?” “Nothing doing,” said Mr. Huntley. “I got to get back to New York, He'll have to postpone his wedding. Ought to have thought of these things betore he pulled off his little stunt.” “Are you a good judge of jewels, Mr, Huntley?” “Well, I've got a little reputation tn that line, But say”’—— “Then 1 suggest, "said Minot im- pressively, “that you examine Chain Lightning's Collar closely.” Mr, Huntley stood, hesitating. There was something in Mii t that rang true. The detective looked at his watch, Then, with one of his celebrated grunts, he pulled out the necklace and stood staring at it with @ new expression, “Lord!” he cried, and threw Chain Lightning's Collar down on the desk, “What's the matter?” Mr, Minot smiled. “Gla narled Huntley. ‘Fine old bottle glas: What do you know about that?” “But really—it can't be"—put in Harrowby. “Well—you can’t take Lord Har- rowby back for not declaring that, ean you?" “No,” snorted Huntley. go back myself, and I'm going— on that midnight train, Good-by,” Minot followed him to the door. When he returned he found Har- rowby standing facing the Meyricks, and holding the necklace in his hand a though it were a bomb on the point of exploding. ¢ by the way," said Harrowby, looking at Spencer Meyrick, ‘There is nothing to prevent the wedding now.” Pi old man shrugged his shoul- ers, “T leave that to my daughter,” he said, and turned away. “Cynthia?” Harrowby pleaded. Miss Meyrick cast a strange looh at Minot, standing forlorn before her, and then she smiled—not very hap- pily. “There seems to no reason for changing our plans," she said slowly. “It would be a great disappointm to—-so many peolple. Good night. “I'm all at sea, really, old chal Harrowby confessed, when she had “How the devil did you know the necklace was a fraud?” “I didn't know—I guessed,” said Minot. “And the thing that led me to make that happy guess was Tom Stacy's refusal to loan you money on it to-night. Mr. Stacy 1s no fool,” one. For acroas the lobby them walked Henry Trimmer, ne his walk was that of a man bd te going somewhere. “But I can eer Wig a t I wish I'd got a good look at “Ah—Mister Harrowby,” he boomed, “and Mr. Minot. I've been looking for you both. It will interest you to know that I had a wireless messago from Lord Harrowby this noon.” “A wireless?” cried Minot. “Yes,” Trimmer laughed. “Not such a fool as you think him, Lord Har- rowby Isn't. Managed to send me a wireless from the station at Tarra- gona despite the attentions of your friends, So I went out there. this afternoon and brought George back with me.” oe @ ¢ @ Every good press agent is not with- out a live theatrical sense, and Mr, ‘Trimmer was no exception, He left his trembling claimant in the entrance hall next day at 10 and strode into the room where Harrowby, Minot, Cyn- thia and her father awaited him, “Good morning,” he said brightly. “Here we are, on time to the minute, Ah+4 beg your Pardon.” Lord Harrowby performed brief in- troductions, which Mr. Trimmer ef- fusively acknowledg Then he turned dramatically coward his lord- ship. “Out here in the hallway stands a poor broken creature,” he began. “Your own flesh and blood, Allan Harrowby. For twenty odd and 3 pecunious years,” he went on, “this man has been denied his just heri- here this morning to Mr. Trimmer stepped to the door. He beckoned. A very reluctant fig- ure shuffled in. George's face was green with fright. His knees rattled together. He made, altogether, o ludicrous picture, and Mr, ‘Trimmer himself noted this with sinking heart. “Allow me,” said Trimmer theatri- cally, “George, Lord Harrowby.” George cleared his throat, but did not succeed in dislodging his heart, which was there at the moment, ‘awney seeing you after all these years,” he mumbled weakly, to no one in particular, “Speak up,” said Spencer Meyrick sharply. “Who ia it you're talking to?” “To him," ding toward Lord Harrowby. “To my brother Allan, Don't you know me, Allan? Don't you know”’—— He stopped. An expression of sur- prise and relief swept over his wor- ried face. He turned triumphantly to Trimmer, ‘IT don to him," he annout ‘Why don't you?’ in alarm, ‘Because he can’t, I fancy,” Lord Harrowby. “No,” said George slowly, “becau: 1 never saw him before in all my lif “Ah—you admit it,” cried Allan Harrowby with relief. “Of course I do,” replied George, never saw you before in my life. “And you've never been at Rakedale Hall, have you!" Lord Harrowby de- manded, “Here-—wait a minute”—~ shouted Trimmer, in a panic, “Oh, yes-T’'ve been at Raked Hall,” said the claimant firmly. “I there. But you've demanded Trim- put In never been at Rakedale 7? Because you're not itn Harrowby!. That's, wh A deathly ailence fell. Only a little travelling clock on the mantel was articulate. .Absurd—sidioutous"—cried Lord Harrowb; “Talk about impostors,” _ erted George, his spirit and hie courage sweeping back, “You're one yourself. ou sooner, I'd have put a stop to all this, Allan Harrowby, eh? I gueas not. guess I'd know my own brother it I saw him, I gues 1 know the Har- rowby features, I give you twenty- four hours to get out of town—you blooming fraud, “The man's crazy,” Allan Harrowby cried, “Raving mad, He's an im- pomtor--this is a trick of his” He looked helplessly around the circle. In every Spee. he eaw doubt, “ Guentioning, “Good heavens—you' Meteo to him? Hi ‘explained George, nod- no have to prove who I am : I through the crumbling remains Prove that he's George Harrowby. Why doesn't he do it?” “Til do it” sald George sweetly, “when I meet a real Harrowby. in the mean time I give you twenty-four hours to get out of town. You'd bet- ter go.” He.and Trimmer, departed. Inside Allan Harrowby’s suite three pairs of questioning eyes were turned on that harassed nobleman. He fid- geted in his chair. “It's all his “L say,” he pleaded. bluff, you know.” “Maybe,” said old Spencer Meyrick, rising. “But Harrowby—or whatever your name ‘is—there's altogether too much three-ring circus about this wedding to sult me. My patience ts exhausted, air—clean exhausted, ‘Things look queer to me—have right along. I'm more than inclined to be- Neve what that fellow said.” “But my dear sir—that chap is a rank impostor. There wasn't a word of truth in what he said. Cynthia— you_understand”—— “Why, yes—I suppose #0," the girl replied. ‘ou are Allan Harrowby, aren't you?” “My doar girl—of course T am.” “Nevertheless,” sald Spencer Mey- rick with decision, “I'm going to call the wedding off.” Shortly after six o'clock a delayet telegram was delivered to Mr. Minot. It was from Mr. Thacker, and It read: “Have located the owner of the jacht Lileth, its real name the Lady Wreva, atolen from owner in North River he ts on his way south will look you up on arrival.” Minot whistled. Here was a twist for the drama to take. At about the same time that Minot received his message a similar slip of yellow paper was put into the hands of Lord owby. Thr be read it, his eyes staring, t ks flushed. Mr. Minot was finishing a leisurely and lonely dinner about an hour later when Jack Paddock ran up to his table, Mr, Paddock's usual calm was sadly ruffled. “Dick,” he cried, “here's news for you. I met Lord Harrowby sliding side door with a sult-case just new Minot leaped to his feet. “What does that mean?” he won- dered aloud. “Mean?” answered Mr. Paddock. “It means just one thing. Old George had the right dope. Harrowby 1s a But the train for the North had just gone, and Harrowby on it, Minot de- clared joyously: “I'm going to have a talk with Cyn- thia Meyrick. A little talk—alone.” CHAPTER XVI The Shortest Way Home. f moon was shining tn that city of the picturesque Past. Minot stood amid the colortul blooms of the hotet courtyard and looked up at a window, with its white curtain waving gently in tho breeze, He called, softly. And then he say Cyn- thia’s face, peering out as some senorita of the old days from hor lattice Do you mind a little walk?” anked. “Where to? " “Bay to the fort—the longest way.” She nodded her head, and they crossed the courtyard to the avenue. They went on, to pass phortly of the city gates, There at the water's edge the great gray fort loomed in moonlight like @ historical novel- dream. “Tell me," he sald, “if It should turn out that what poor old George sald this morning was a fact—that Allan Harrowby was an impostor—would you feel eo very badly?’ Ode wibirew her Rand. he " “You have no sight to ask that,’ she replied. “Forgive me. Indeed I haven't. But I was moved to ask it for the reason that--what George said was evidently true. for the north an hour ago.” The girl stood still, looking with wide eyes out over the sea, “Left—for the north,” she repeated, ‘There was a long silence. At length she turned to Minot, @ queer Hght in her eyes. “Of course you'll go after him and bring him back?" she asked. “No.” Minot bowed his nead, “I know I must have looked rather of late. But if you think [ did the things I've done because I chose to you're wrong. If you think I did them because 1 didn't love you—you're wrong, too, Oh, I “Mr, Minot!" “I can't help I know it's in- decently soon—f've got to tell you just the same, There's been so much in the way—I'm wild to say it now, f all this,” she seid first you have done ing in your power to prevent og, off of my engagement to y ore we were back on the train,” she , “and all that followed coul it—and Harrowby had never mish - ou migh: “L might not say what I'm going to say now. Which Is—hadn't we better return to the hotel?” remarked Minot, “Sorry ¢ to say What I have ut if you knew and and—which you cal of course let's go back to th hotel—the shortest way.” Arrived at the hotel, Minot was told y a bellboy that a man wished to eee “In sorry,’ Thad the bad at this tin could unde He led the way into the lobby and up to @ tall athletic-looking man with a ruddy, frank, attrac rhe stranger hele “Mr, Minot of Lloyds?” he asked, “How do you do, sir? I'm very glad to know you. Promised Thacker I'd look you up at once. Let's adjourn to the grill-room,” followed in the wake of the Cr Already he liked the Petr ‘the stranger, over ble in the grill, “what'll you have? alter? Perhaps you heard I was ug. I happen to be the owner of acht in the harbor, which some- us rechristened the Lileth. . L thought #0," Minot replied, “I'm mighty glad you've come, A Mr. Martin Wall ls posing as the owner just at present.” “So T learned from Thacker, Nervy lad, this Wall, I live in Chicago my~ self—left my boat~Lady Evelyn, I called her, in the North River for the rgo of a caretaker, This ms, needed a boat for a month and took a faney to mine. And my caretaker was evidently a Jit was a simple matter to rent Nover would have found it out for you people, ‘Too busy. y ought not to have taken this trip= business needs mo every min- lite but I've got sort of # hankering to meet Mr. Martin Wall.” “Shall We go out to the boat right away?” “No need of that. We'll run out in the morning with the proper authorl~ ties.” ‘The stranger leaned across the able, and something tn his blue ey: startied Minot. “In the mean time, he interested another matter. all this talk about George Harrowby coming back the body there's a chap here,” Minot 4, “who claims to be the elder brother of Allan Harrowpy, His cause is in the hands of an advertising ex- pert named Trimmer, “Yea. L saw @ story In a Washing- ton paper.” “Phis morning George Harrowby, so-called, confronted Allan Harro by and denounced Allan himself ase ‘raud.” ane man from Crlcage threw back is head, and @ roar of ul ter smote va Miaove A er ne i a ee ee Np oN Allan Harrowby left suddenly id be pret SO “T ft myself,” in Chi te sald. "t make automooiies my name's George Minot’s head went “You—you"— 'e “Oh, 00,” he sald Delieve it.” round dissily. “I don’ bigeeet plese, of ject, may. Me since I bit this CHAPTER XVIt.,. “A Rotten Bad INOT rose carly on M morning and went walk along the beach, ‘ first man he met om turn to the hotel was’ Harrowby. In silence they the latter's suite. Harrowby ‘ex. Sweartly into « chair. ‘My God!” “and the limp berry |ieee. fan ater Newer ths cos ‘door, Minot leaped after him, and dragged him back. “Here, Trimmer,” he proposition haa ‘shilbleines" sha “What's the trouble?” Mr. Trim- jlared yi mer “Allow m« leading fis a itis oer ager. ntiemen—Mr, Gtoree Hare rowby of Chicago!” “Sit down, boys.” eaid Mr. Harrow- a Rg r. Trimmer, but ry eet his cyan Wa, tite face s_ proposition. The ay turned to that same propo ton. “Brace up, Jenkins,” he body will hurt you.” tno Jenkins ws not Prsee me F body chair, rd thought you was dead, sir,” mumbled. “A common mistake,” smiled George Harrowby. “M: Cd has thought the aame, an nm too busy making automobiles to ten them differently. For purple, over a ‘a to gett said Bal agsumed eae" you orinaing cur-what does eh an Sway. 4 ne bind rae Gene! murmured Pooroul ti think, Ey mth ang self in a minute—and Foul be rent” Trimmer pt “Come, "gala Wag ode ad rowby pacifically. Trimmer, Sit down end he a sai Do you mean to say Jenking here was “Of course I didn’t,” sald C me, We parted suddenly on a ranch in South- ern_ Arizona.” ‘Everybody said you was 4 persisted Jenkins, as one who cot Sey eee it se eoat fact. tet “Yes y gave Ly je vad and belongings, on Bo you ht you'd he said, “it’s unbeli ary Trimmer has deen coed, I met this abi ing house in New ¥ vinced he was Lord bbl ded gf It wae between jobs for me, had a bright idea. If I brought 4 hte guy down to the wedding, estab- Mashed him as the real lord, raised Cain generally, 1 figured my stock a8 & publicity man would rise a dred per cent. I'd be turni: dollar fore, and all the assed me—the and the motto”— “Oh, cheer up, Mr. Trimmer,” smiled George Harrowby. “I'm sure you're unduly pessi lc about your career. th have brews riya x say to zou on that acore ‘or the ‘tepraged “EG \t.”* broke in Trim mer with fervor, “iron bare for J: kins oad Tl swear out the warrant myself"——— "Nonsense," eaid Harrowby, “Jen+ “Confound your stupid And been travelling for ages. Nowy, T'll tell you what carried me sical on: oa mn ing George’s train there and o on here ‘with him. chair to 7 a the doorway, flowed” rarest a word} Ay te oe and eripped " ie wuld Saar eno! = B; a have om Ne Allan?! nay pal he ping a inte if wife must come out t a wife myself—fne gi two of the liveliest Uttie you ever saw. Live in 7“ ! Hi Ef kins is the most harmless creature in 9p the world, Led astray by ambition, that’s all, With any one but Allan hie claims wouldn't have lasted five minutes. “pet always was @ helpless youngster.” "Oheenk " vroke in Minot eud- “What was the idea this morn- denly. ing? I mean your ceiling rowby an impostor?” Jenkins hung his head. ks “| wag, rattled,” he admitted. “I couldn't keep it up before Ph. those people. So it came to me in a flas! Pana Ajlan was « fraud maybe I wouldn't have to be cross-exam| myeeit,” “And, that was really Allan Har- sa! ” “Yes, that was Allan, right enough.’ way, let ‘Jenkins’ all soe me Gory! yenere _, vider e retur clears out for Meek ite After a, a father was @ faithful servant, if be not. jut,” objected Trimmer, ed my time. He's put a crimp in "the career of the best publicity man im America it'll take years to » Not necessarily,” said ‘H: was coming to that. I've been watching your work for the last week, I like {t, It's alive—progressive. ‘re putting out a new car this spring—an inexpensive little hound to make a hit, 1 need a m: like you to convince the public”——= Jenkins slipped silently away. a frightened wraith he flitted fully through the ewinging door: middle-class explained Harrowby, “and 1 want a live man to boost it"— “Beg pardon,” interrupted Bi rising, “I'll @ay good night. We'll get together about that other mation in the morning. By the * Harrowby, have you any idea what has become of Allan?” “No, I haven't. [sent him a telegram this afternoon, my way here. business. Of course, he’ his wedding.’ fee of course, not ‘ll be back for his ee Good ‘night, gentieme: A few minutes later he stood at ¢! door of No. 389, gasing out at the narrow etreet, at the statel: tan Club, and the old on either side. bs ohe room of an ike’ Cit.” mon quite understand” lo wanted money to as re the ‘duplicats bo) Allan, the old boy childish by now—he z he for, FBO, That's the only view take o} % “George—Mr. bry woe bout that fey. Hei pra abou a4 old family trouble, George, gamblers to the bone—all of ua saying that I was on wi “y it. Knew 1 straight, But hobody else got exci! whole of it, too. woing to do?” He looked But for once it was shoulders that n