m_I “I am going straight to biro.” “Now!” He is not easy to get hold of, unless lie wishes, but at any rate you can try.” j “I intend to. So long, sir!” ' Leonard Grath left the law yer’s office with his usual im petuosity, and ran whistling down the stairs. Burebardt s office was near the Krungstrad park, and the young man crossed the road to get into the shade of the lime trees. It was a beautiful, sunny morning, the beds were gay with flow ers, and a great many people Were about. A well dressed man, carrying a small but ex pensive camera, passed hirn, ‘turned quickly, and raised the camera; a click, and it was done. So rapid were the man’s movements, that Leo did not at first realize that he himself had been the target of the camera. He took the eigaret from his mouth, and shouted: “I say, you there! You, sir!” But at that minute the un known photographer boarded a passing tram, and was ,whirled away. ' “What next? wondered Leo. “Another one who wants to know what I look like! I seem to he very much in demand!” He looked round liim in perplexity, and was presently aware of an uncanny feeling that ho was being watched by someone in the crowd. Yet wherever be turned, he could see no one whom he knew, or who ap peared to recognize him. Lights and shadows flickered through the green leaves, and the sun shine lighted up pretty faces and summer costumes. He be gan to feel dazed, and sat down on one of the green benches. “I must be dreaming,” he thought. “This is all too atrange to he true. Yes, of course I am dreaming.” lie got up, walked on a short j way, then stopped again. “Tf only I had the smallest, idea what is up!” lie laughed. “1 shall go and see Wallion.” Ten minutes later he entered the offices of the Daily Courier and asked for Maurice Wral lion, half expecting to be laughed at for his pains, and informed that no such person was known there. Hut the young and energetic reporter to whom he addressed his in quiries, looked at him atten tively, and said: “Did you make an appointment to meet him beret” “Not exactly. ” “Then I’m afraid it is no use your waiting.” “But I have had a letter from him.” “Ah, that alters the case,” observed the reporter, opening an engagement book. ‘‘What name, please!” ‘‘Leonard Grat.li,” replied the oilier in surprise. ‘‘That’s good!” said the re porter with a smile, immedi ately becoming much more friendly in his manner; ‘‘my name is Robert Lang, and you are expected.” ‘‘Expected! ” echoed L(^o, nrnre astonished than ever. ‘‘^es, but I ran It'll you at once that nobody knows why, except Wall ion. I am bis as aisiant, and I believe he is most anxious to see you. Unfortu nately he is out at present. I haven t seen him since yester- ! day evening, but step into his room, and we’ll see.” They went into a small room leading off the corridor, and the cheery young reporter went briskly to the telephone. Af ter ringing up several places, he said:‘‘l can’t get on to him, he is neither at his house, nor at any of the places where we can usually get word to him. It’s always the way! Some times he disappears for weeks Fight Over Subway X Control Is Expected NEW YORK—(API—The fre quency of exciting proxy battles In recent months has recalled to old timers in Wall street the Gould Hsrrlman fight for control of the Northern Pacific railroad In 1907 when even prize fighters were al lowed to use their bare fists. The Standard Oil of Indiana Childs restaurants and a big east ern candy chain store have been wrested in turn from those in con trol by waging old fashioned p«h s on end. and we can do nothing but wait until lie thinks fit to turn up again. Leo smiled, but he felt ter ribly disappointed. “The worst of it is, that there is no time to lose,’’ he remarked. “I fear it may be too late as it is.’’ “But you hinted that Wal lion knows something about it already T” “Yes, so I understand.” “Then you needn’t worry. He won’t let it be too late.” Robert Rang said this with a calm certainty that impressed Leo, whilst it made him feel more curious than ever. “Do you know what your friend the Problem-hunter wants me for?” “No, but that doesn’t mat ter. I am only his assistant, his sublieutenant, so to speak 9 9 Here, the conversation was interrupted, as Robert Lang was called away. Reo wan dered round the room, which was filled with bookcases, files of newspapers, and card-index cabinets. On the large writ ing table lay manuscripts, pho tographs, foreign newspapers, and several volumes of works of reference. The young man could see from a distance that one of the photographs was that of a charming girl, whose dark and rather appealing eyes seemed to be gazing right into his own. He could not resist tlie temptation to pick up the portrait and examine it more closely. What a pretty girl, lie thought: “brown eyes, decid edly—and black hair: an Ital ian, perhaps? Or no, more like ly a Russian, with that heart shaped face, arched eyebrows, and audacious though sensitive mouth.” And here, Reo noticed some thing which made him open his own mouth, and stare like one bewitched. In the lower cor ner of the picture was written: Sonia Bernin, The Copper House. CHAPTER 111. Wall ion Meets B.22, and Cer tain Remarkable Episodes in a Great Man’s Career Are Described, With the Desired Effect Maurice Wallion quitted the neighborhood of room 23 ra ther hurriedly, as soon as the baron had gone in: not from fear—there was no such word in his vocabulary—but because, in consequence of this some what unexpected commence ment of hostilities, he found himself suddenly involved in a regular network of complicat ed problems. Bernard Jenin s unexpect ed arrival had completely up set liis plans, and forced him to show his hand prematurely to a powerful, prompt and intelli gent adversary, who would certainly stick at nothing in the way of frustrating him. He did not regret the opportunity of dealing the first blow, for his frankness had probably baffled the baron at the start; but he foresaw that the ap proaching struggle would he a fierce though brief one—brief, because in the course of a few hours he must either he defi nitely beaten, or in possession of the information which would make it possible for him ♦ o place the matter in the hands of the police. It was, therefore, important for him to get quickly and surely to work, before Baron Fa.verling had had time to call up reinforce ments. He slipped out of the hotel, and jumped into a train, bound for the northern district. He wondered which way Jenin had gone, for it disturbed htu a little that he had been able to do nothing for the unfortu nate young fellow, beyond bur- 1 ttcal campaiogns among the stock holders. Now the report is current tha* the Interborough Rapid Transit company of New York will be fought over by a group which already con trols 67,000 of the 350,000 outstand ing shares of stock. Immediately alter the United StaNtes supreme court denied the lnterborough's petition for a 7 cem fare the financial district heard re ports th * a committee was being farmed the purpose of corralling stockholders’ proxies in sufficient number to overthrow the presem rying him away, with an urg ent warning to keep clear of Fayerling’s spies, and in ease of need ‘o take refuge in the offices of the Daily Courier. T here was undoubtedly something mysterious about Jenin himself, but Wallion con soled himself with the thought that the young man's fate would soon he settled in one way or another, and lie decided to mention 1be matter to Rob ert. Lang. For the time being, he had more important busi ness to attend to. The tram turned into Tegncr street and he got out. lie walk .1 slowly up the street, stopped opposite one of the ugly, gray, five storied houses, and began, quite unostentatiously, to watch the windows on the first floor. He had known for the Inst month, that this was one or Ortiz’ headquarters, and he suspected that Ortiz himself had stayed there for some time at the beginning of the year. It was ostensibly a Finnish hoarding house, but it was not advertised as such, and there never seemed to be any rooms to let except to lodgers recom mended by the baron or by Tassler. For the time being, the only lodgers were three persons who had recently ar rived from Russia, and had some sort of regular work at the Finno-Russian Import and Export company. Rasta kov, too, generally stayed there, whenever he did not happen to he af Hie Copper House. Wal lion took it for granted that the man who was known as 15.22, and had shadowed den in on his journey to Stockholm, would come here, and lie was already considering the advisa bility *of setting Robert Lang to watch t he house, when he suddenly saw nunseu come out of the door, and go quickly down the street. The journalist was some what taken aback by this un expected apparition; it was quite obvious that something unusual had happened to the spy, i'or he kept looking round, and Wallion could sec that he appeared very nervous. The journalist, thought, for a bit. What had happened? R22 had evidently gone straight to the boarding house from the hotel, and had apparently found some trouble awaiting him. Nothing was to be seen ftt the windows. Feeling rather puzzled, lie bi gnn to follow the man, who turned hurriedly down one side street after another, be having more and more strange ly. lie stoo l still now and then, staring anxiously behind him with his large dark eyes, ami not taking the slightest notice of the journalist; his hands figeted in and out of his coatpoekets, and his lips moved as though he were whispering to himself. Then he darted forward again, through a pas sage that intersected a corner building, and cut across an ad joining churchyard. Wallion, who began to grow tired of this extraordinary game, stepped quickly up, and lapped him on the shoulder: “Good morning, my friend,’ he exclaimed, “why this hur ry!” The man started so violently that he nearly fell; \\ allion caught hold ot him. ‘‘Now then, no nonsense! he said sternly. “1 know everything, and 1 want to have a talk with you. It’ you tell me the truth, I may he able to help you. lli* tBrew out this remark by way of a feeler, but the man took it literally; a look of re lief appeared on his haggard face, and he said doubtlull.v: “Are you one of Jenin s friends) 1 don't know you, what do you want with me? Are you a detective, by any chance!” lie added suspicious ly “No, 1 am a newspaper re porter,” said Wall ion, still keeping hold of his arm. “Come along with me.” They went into a small, emp ty cafe, and sat down at a ta ble in an inner room. B.-- re mained silent and watchful, but Wall ion left him no time for consideration. “1 won’t ask you your real executive voting trust, composed of Frank Hedley and Frank L. Polk. In some quarters the idea ot a ‘stockholders' revolt” in the Inter oorough is considered impossible be cause of an arrangement whereby she Hedley-Polk group is believed so hold a mandate for voting nine ‘enths of the stock until 1932. Modern proxy lights are courte ous, kid glove affairs compared with hose of the Oould-Haniman days. Wall street does not look for an other spectacular open market .druggie in this era of financial en liehUHiment. name, 11.22/' said ho, “but you Imd better be quite straight with me, or it may be the worse for you. You have a rotten set of friends, my lad, and it is nigh time you quit working with them. Now tell me, what is going on at the boarding house?” “Yes, I will tell you,” the fellow burst out excitely. “1 will have no more to do \ ith them, they are going too far. 1 don't want to lose my life > f • • • II is eyes were blootshot, and he tugged at his collar as 1 hough he felt a halter round his neck already. He flung himself suddenly across the ta ble, and seized the journalist by the sleeve. “Help me,” he 'stammered, “I am afraid of ll.em! Ortiz is coming, and he witl ruin us all, if nobody can stop him.” Wallion looked sharply at him. He had already observed him in the hotel, and had formed Ins conclusions as to the man’s character. “Since when have you made up your mind to betray Ortiz?” B.22 hung his head. “Since yesterday,” he replied indis tinctly. “When Bernard Jenin told me what Tarrachin’s mem orandum was about, I was afraid to have anything more to do with it—it is altogether too ghastly ...” He really seemed to he hesi- I tating, and Wallion decided to come to the point quickly, for there was no time to waste in unnecessary preliminaries. “How much do you know about Ortiz?” he asked. “I? Nothing. They told me that lie was the boss, and that we were paid with his money: and lie pays well.” Wallion made a movement of disgust. The payment seemed all that this man cared about. “Have you ever seen Or tiz?” No. Baron rayeriing al ways gave me my orders and paid me. They say that Ortiz is a rich and powerful man, and that he will soon be one of the greatest persons in Europe. But I have never seen him, and 1 know nothing of him.” “Well, I am going to tell you something about him! it is be cause you know so little that you are so much afraid of him. He is one of the most daring adventurers that ever lived, and anyone who espouses his cause is on the road to ruin.” B.22 shuddered, and Wallion watched him narrowly. “Did you ever hear of the Emperor of the Amazons?” he asked. B.22 shook his head in sur prise. “Emperor of the Amazons,” he repeated; “it sounds like a farce.” “It was a farce, too, at any rate the newspapers called it so, and it was plafed seven years ago. A young Brazilian millionaire who had already made himself conspicuous by his lavish and eccentric pro pensities, concluded one fine day that he could no longer en dure the restrictions of life in a community of lawahiding cit izens, and his fertile brain, which was always revolving ambitious schemes, decided to create an absolutely new envi ronment. _ (TO 13* tUW AJWUCiUi + m + + t + + * + •4 4 ♦ DIVERS SEEK ARMS 4 4 OF VENUS DE MILO 4 4 4 4 Rome.—'There’s a stir on the 4 4 inland of Milo. Divers are en- 4 4 gaged in a hunt for the arms 4 4 of the famous Venus de Milo 4 4 statue, the original of which 4 4 is in the Paris Louvre. 4 The search comes as the re- 4 4 suit of a story to the effect 4 4 that the arms were lost in the 4 4 harbor during a fight between 4 4 French marines and in- 4 4 habitants of the - island. Pro- 4 4 ponests c' the story are cer- 4 4 tain the arms were broken off 4 4 in the struggle and dropped 4 4 into the Aegean sea. 4 4 Venus de Milo statue is one 4 4 of the' finest pieces of Greek 4 4 statuary extant, it dates from 4 4 the second century A. D. and 4 4 is regarded as one of the most 4 4 perfect expositions of the 4 4 female body ever carved out 4 4 of stone. ♦ 4 4 4444444444*4-444444 SAILORS SPEND MUCH WASHINGTON — (AP) — The United States navy’s movements from one locality to another are an Important economic factor. It Is estimated that 183,000 sailors on shore leave during the recent visit of the fleet to the Canal Zone spent $5,000,003. ST. PAUL—Lights on the Lr 'Jiosse-Twin Cities airway will bt turned on within a few weeks to aid night fliers between Chicago one fha Minnesota citiefv % Spam Hails American Bullfighter * ' They said it couldn’t be done, but Sydney Franklin of Brook lyn, N. Y., showed Spain that an American could play at their national game of bullfighting even better than their native matadors. Under the watchful and critical eyes of a represent tative Spanish fight crowd, Sydney dispatched two bulls in th«( arena at Seville, Spain, with such fine work that he was ac-| corded the signal honor of being carried through the main] gates on the shoulders of his thrilled audience.