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i MD (ihii: Albert fe^onTerhuiua) | SYNOPSIS. "•'uric Jim " Borden, named fr> m a red I- Mr tb mark on hi* hand, has served Ins L third prison term One in null Borden |ii si anon always a crraiiui’. ha« Iwrnr Hr* Knl I1r<le mark Jim and his son Tsd are me only known living of tlx* Bordanr Mil I .amir. a deleeliie. is ., tailed to keep an eye on Jim. June Travis and her mother meet Jim a- lie is re * leased J ’» and Ted are killed Next , day laa..r -ees the l;ed Circle on a worn aii Ikiad isiiridt a curtained aut* ru -liile ;i June marked ait:- the Red i'.t le. robs Oram a loan sl.ark Mary. June's nurse. MMomoi her theft and teils tier si e is "I ir. ee Jttn's dausnter. though Mrs. Traei* dues not khi.a Mary tricks fu 9 mar Lour visit* 'Untiling Sam." Jim’s * »M cr.rre partner Sent to Surfron by SmiUrar Sam. Alma In Salle robs the a guests at a ball Mai v point* uer out to Laaur who follows her bnrk to town. 5 c*ptur< - ior With tK«* .tml Kuos af tor S«ii .1 k Sain On the edge of a olifT pur-s*** and pufmued engage in deadly I OOCtiis mar. wad J unt- In turn jw\r* f»«<r«Jon from Iarrost £mUing fhuvj see* tt.»- lied Cirri** on Jumt hand, tolls her ho knows her I •arret sad follows her to the • ELEVENTH INSTALLMENT i - SEEDS OF SUSPICION i _ * la lamer t office. Gordon stood with t bis hack to (be locked door: white ! faced, gasping For the moment, at ■ laast be a as safe—and bis eyes never i left the face of the girl, i "Now." cried June under her breath, “tell me everything won't you?" t Gordon shook bis bead “I can t." he said “I'm more grate t fat to you than I can ever make you I know—you've saved m.> lire; or rather. ' my liberty that count- .. r more: but ‘ —honestly, I mustn't tell you why they re after me—not now. anvway! \ I \ "But why not? interrupted June. I ' livery minute is precious. Mr. Lamar I la my friend—be calls me his 'first a I atstast ’ I'm anxious to help you—I [ can help you—If you'll tell me every thing: hut bow can I be of use at all when you keep me in the dark like this*' Her earnest eyes were full o! plead ing and reluctantly Gordon found him self weakening. . "You're a brick." he said, "to be in terested in me at all. and I'm terribly grateful—* "Then do as I say—begin at the be ginning and tell me." How do we know but that some one is in that next room? Do you know where the other door leads to?” “Wait a minute.” said June quickly. “IT1 look in the outer office Mr La mars confidential clerk may be there. Don’t move till I come hack." On her way to the door. June hur riedly Did her gloves and wrist bag on Lamar s desk, half-subconsciously aot.og at the same time, a pair of handcuffs that Uy there. With a little shudder she passed them by. and. slowly opening the office door, peered cautiously out. There, with his back to her, sat Gage, the confidential clerk, busily writing and serenely unconscious that anyone was looking at him. June soft ly closed and locked the door. Gordon gave a nervous glance around then began: “The whole thing, in a nutshell, is tMa ' The Farwell corporation retained me ao that they might 'legally' defraud their employees of co-operative profits. 1 “When I found what they were up to. I rebelled and tried to expose the K2S77- - Max " 1 | Deftly Snapped on the Handcuffs. crooked deal—so o! course they've had it is for me ever since. There was only one thing to do—to tall the workers about it—the men who had expected to he profit-sharers and were dupes instead. So 1 got a crowd of them in the courtyard one day and told them the whole thing. 'Some of 'em believed me. most of them didn't—or at least, were doubt ful. In th*- middle of it. the watchman and a pioiolmen or two came to see what it war all about, broke up the *rr .»■?• wius a!«tt sticks, and pushed ’ me off, threatening me with arrest for starting a riot. You see. I was help less. The corporation blocked me,” muttered Gordon, bitterly. “Then, not content with that, they ruined me financially. “One day. J was in my office, when Farwell rang me up. T want to see you at once.' he said. ‘\Ve are wrong and we’ll surrender.’ "It didn't take me long to hang up the receiver, get my hat and hurry over to his office. There he was. the grinning hypocrite, greeting me as if I were a long lost friend. He waved me to a chair, and then took cut a pa per and placed it airily cn a desk fear, and told me to read it. All the time he kept one hand cn the thing, but I, like a fool, thought uothing of that—I was idiot enough to believe he was act ing in good faith! , “This is what the hound told me to read." went on Gordon: ‘The Farwell corporation, through its attorney, Charles Gordon, hereby rescinds its recent action of withholding co-opera tive profits.’ "There was a blank space left for me to sign. and. like a dub, I signed it. Farwell picked it up and looked at it. Then the smiling mask dropped from his face. It grew all hard and cold. “For a minute. I didn’t understand the change. Then I saw the trick. Farwell had two pieces of paper, clev erly fastened, one above the other, just h avins room at the foot of the under one for my signature While 1 thought I was signing the upper one, it was really the lower paper 1 was pinning my name to—irrevocably! Farwell crumpled the upper paper— the one I had thought 1 was signing— put it in his ash tray, and set fire to it. He held the other paper out for me to read and at the same time he demand ed that 1 produce the securities in trusted to me!’ This is what 1 had 'igr.ed my name to: “’July 1. Received from the Farwell corporation this date, $75,000 of said corporation's bonds, to be held in trust by the undersigned until called for by the said corporation. Signed Charles Gordon. Witnessed by Silas Farwell!’ "For a minute 1 was too dazed to do anything. But Farwell wasn’t. He rang his bell, and in came a plain clothes man and a policeman. ■'Harwell promptly ordered them to arrest me. on an embezzlement charge." T think I went mad. I snatched at the paper, but I couldn’t get it for [ Harwell jammed it into the inside | pocket of his coat. I grabbed him. I was bound I would get the paper or choke him. We had it hot and heavy for a few minutes. But of course 1 hadn't a show—three against one—1 was a rat in a trap, nothing more.” “The miserable sneak!” said June. "I was lacing a charge of embez zlement through that double-paper trick of Farwell's, and I knew it. But the police were decent enough to let me go to my office for a moment. Luckily, they* hadn't handcuffed me. I went to my desk, and the men stayed at the tack of the room. "While I was fussing about my desk I hit upon an idea. With one eye on the men. I slowly unscrewed the in candescent globe from my desk lamp, and tossed it against the rear wall— their backs were toward it. It smashed, cf course, and at the smash they both turned to see what caused the noise. In that instant I leaped out of the open window, jammed it shut, and ran up the fire escape to the roof.” “Great!" applauded June, her right band athrob. “In a second, the men were after me, though, tiring their guns, as they came. “I cut across the roofs until 1 found an open scuttle door. 1 ran inside and closed it. From that on it was an easy matter to cover my tracks; until at last I got away clean and found a hiding place in the shack at Surfton.” June said nothing, but her eyes were luminous and thoughtful. Her fingers were toying with the pair of hand cuffs on the desk, and suddenly she picked them up and looked at them. Then, as her gaze took in her own hand, her face was suffused with a rush of color. There was the dread ed Red Circle, burning all too clearly against the white flesh. At that moment someone turned the handle cf the door leading to the out er office. At the sound Gordon raised his head and met the frightened look in June's eyes. "I'm going to give mvselt up, any way." he said indifferently. “No! NO!” whispered June ve hemently. "You mustn’t give yourself up now! I’m going to help you!” Then the knock came a second time, followed Dy a little pause, and after that the sound of retreating footsteps. June moved quickly to the hall door and Gordon followed. June opened the door and looked out into the hall —then suddenly drew hack, shutting and locking the door. "It’s Gage!” she whispered breath lessly. “And he’s making for this door, now!’* Before the words were fairly out of her mouth, the nail doo. was t<-*vu A moment later there was a crash of splintered glass and Gage peered into the office through the jagged opening his determined elbow had made. He saw no one, however, for the very good reason that June and Gordon were flattening themselves against the wall on the side nearest the door. Gage then decided to reach through the opening and unlock the door from the inside. June, catching a glimpse of his entering arm, slipped quickly to the desk and picked up the hand cuffs, then tiptoed hurriedly to the door as Gage's hand groped for the key. An instant more and she had deftly snapped one of the handcuffs around Gage’s wrist and with trem bling fingers snapped the other on the door knob. June caught her wrist bag and gloves from the desk and, signaling to Gordon to follow her, unlocked the out er office doer and slipped into the cor ridor. As they hurried on—with Gordon a bit in the rear—June nervously thrust her right hand into its glove; she didn't intend to have Gordon or any one else seo that throbbing Red Cir cle. Outside the office building June halt ed and looked up and down the street in search of a taxicab. Presently one appeared and she held up her hand to stop it. As it drew alongside the curb she and Gordon got in and drove away. “All right, so far," said June. “Xow for our next move.” “Look!” exclaimed Gordon, clutch ing June’s hand, unconsciously press ing its Red Circle. "Look! There’s Par well! Farwell, just ahead of us' Good Lord! He's with Lamar!" “Don’t worry,” whispered June, re turning the pressure of his hand reas suringly. "It's geing to be all right— couldn’t have happened better! I’ll get them both, now! I'm going to jump out and join them, and I want you to stay in the cab and wait for me a little way up the street. Or, no, the park is better.” Lamar and Farwell, deep in conver sation, did not notice the sound of footsteps behind them, and so had no tossed her wrist bag into the farthest corner on the hall floor. Then she hurried back to the anteroom, tore her hat off and pulled her hair away. Next she overturned two chairs, one after the other with a bang, and stag gered wildly into the private office, gasping: “Mr. Lamar! Mr. Lamar! Quick!" “What is it?” cried Lamar and Far well in chorus, jumping up and run ning toward her. “A man came in,” panted June. “He snatched my handbag—threw me off! He's gene!” Farwell was already in full pursuit of the imaginary thief, and at June’s insistance Lamar promptly joined him. This was just what June was wait ing for. She ran to the paper-strewn desk, seized the coveted receipt, gave it a quick, keen glance, and hid it in her dress. Then her eyes on the door, she hur ried to the safe. Its door was open, as Farwell had left it, when he took cut the Gordon papers to show to Lamar. With trembling fingers she snatched up a bundle cf bank notes, stuck those in her dress also, and started back to her place. Then she was scourged on by still another mad impulse. Going to the table she picked up a couple of sheets cf plain letter paper, folded them to gether and tore them into rude circles. Her eyes gleamed oddly as she picked up a pen and, sitting down, began to print something on one of the circles. Looking over her shoulder at every other letter, she finished her printing. Then she put the plain white circle on the dark blotting pad, got up. ran to the safe and hung the printed circle on the knob. With a sigh cf satisfaction, she went back to the anteroom and collapsed into a chair, resuming her air of fright and exhaustion. During their wild-goose chase Lamar and Farwell met the returning secre tary and they all came down the hall together, talking excitedly. While they were talking. Lamar, true to his trade, was looking; so it was he who found June's bag in the dark corner of the hall. “Here’s the bag. anyhow!" he ex “We Had It Hot and Heavy for a Few Minutes." idea of June's approach until she came abreast of them as they reached the entrance door of Harwell's office build ing. June nodded and smiled at La mar. who shock hands eagerly, his face radiant. Then he turned to Far well and introduced him to June. “How do you do. Mr. Farwell?” said June in her most innocent manner. "I wish you’d come in with us. Miss Travis.” Lamar said. ''Farwell is go ing to show me the Gordon papers—1 want your advice.” As they entered the office anteroom Lamar turned to June. “Can you make yourself comfortable here for a few minutes?" he asked, offering a chair. “Farwell and 1 will go over the preliminaries by cur selve3, in the inner office—we won't bore you with unnecessary details.” June was alone, save for a very young secretary who was seated at a desk stamping letters. "If only that miserable secretary would go away! ”■ she thought. Presently he did that very thing. June jumped up at once. Getting a chair from the corner cf the room, she carried it to the door, jumped lightly up and applied a pair of very pretty but very curious eyes to the transom. Lamar and Farwell were seated at a table. Papers were strewn every where; but Farwell had separated Gor don’s securities receipt from the oth ers and was just in the act of handing it to Lamar. “There’s the receipt.” June heard him say. “It means prison If we can capture him.” Lamar let the paper drop to the table before him. He bated the busi ness in hand. June, who loved him, read all this in his face. “Here is where l come in again," she said to herself. In a flash she saw how it could all be done. Jumping lightly down, she landed on the floor on the tips of her toes and Blipped out into the hallway. With a quick look up and down, Bhe claimed. "The man must have dropped it when he ran! See what Santa Claus brought for a good little girl!" he called to June, waving the bag be fore her as he entered the office. “Oh—thank you, Mr. Lamar! I knew you would find it for me if any mortal could! I'm a million times grateful to you!" "Let me go home with you,” pleaded Lamar. ‘‘Oh, no. really—I’ll be perfectly all right by myself, answered June. “Anyway, I shall insist on taking you down to the door.” “All right,” said June, reluctantly. Lamar stood locking tenderly after June for a moment, and then he went back to rejoin Farwell. As he entered the door he collided with Farwell. who, wild-eyed and pant ing, gripped him by the arm and half dragged him to the table of the inner office. “The Gordon receipt’s gene!” he gasped. At the same moment, Lamar saw the white circle—it startled him most unpleasantly. Then Farwell pushed liiiu toward the safe. “See.” he cried, “I'm robbed! They've taken a bundle of bank notes! Read this thing!” As he spoke he nulled the printed circle off the safe knob and thrust it into Lamar's hands. What Lamar read was this: “Tjie money will be put to a good use by the Circle Lady.” He was speechless, and couid cnly stare, wide-eyed, at the paper. Speaking dazedly to himself, rath er than to Farwell: “Suspicion points tc Miss Travis— but that's impossible! Impossible!” He sat down and pulled the tele phoue toward him. He gave the Dum ber of his own office. As soon as Gage recognized his voice, the clerk began pouring forth his tale about the mysterious woman who, handcuffed him to the door; where he might still have been if two clerks from other offices, hearing his cries for help, had not come running in. “Wait a minute,” called Lamar over his end of the -wire. “Could you see who it was that snapped the cuffs on you ?” “No,” yelled Gage. “I couldn't see a thing except a woman’s hand—with a Red Circle on the back of it.” Lamar turned white. Then he asked sharply: “Any other clue?” Gage's voice came hesitatingly over the wire. “Well," he mumbled, “Miss Travis called. I showed her into your office to wait—and then she disappeared.” Lamar slowly hung up the receiver. Just as slowly he got up. He stood thinking a moment, then turned to Farwell and said, curtly: “Keep this absolutely quiet until I investigate. I'll do all 1 can—good day.” Meanwhile, June, oblivious to all the trouble she had caused, made her way to the park, the coveted receipt and the banknotes hugged tight to her breast. Gordon was still there, though the chauffeur had wandered onto the grass somewhere. As she neared the cab, Gordon leaned out eagerly. “What luck?" he said uneasily. “If I looked as happy as I feel, you surely wouldn't have to ask,” smiled June, holding out the receipt. “Hooray!” cried Gordon, opening the paper and reading it. Then he looked at June and the tears came into his eyes. “You are a w’onder,” he said in a low voice. “I can never repay you, you marvelous girl! How did you ever get the paper?” The happy light died out of June's eyes. uon t ass rue now i got it, sne murmured. "The only thanks I wish, is your silence. You do not know what I am. Now, you must go, and so must I; but first, I want you to ac cept this little roll of money—it may come in handy." As she spoke, she opened her wrist bag, and handed him some bank notes—not those she had taken from the safe. ‘ I can't take this,” stammered Gor don. "You have done too much for me already!” “You can, and you must,” answered June firmly. “You don’t know how much you may need it, nor how soon.” “Since you insist, we'll call it a loan,” said Gordon, reluctantly pock eting the money—“and thank you a million times.” With a hurried handshake and good by June disappeared. Gordon looked about for his driver, who presently slouched into view, half asleep. Evi dently he had found the grass very soothing and comfortable to his rheu matic old bones. “Time to drive on, my son,” said Gordon. / “All right, boss.” yawned the driver. “Jes’ soon's I crank ’er up.-’ Then he ambled around to the front of the cab and began to turn the crank. As the engine started to buzz hopefully, Gordon, still nervous and on the lookout, saw and recognized a plain-clothes detective, who was run ning toward the cab. It took Gordon barely a second to leap to the steering wheel, knock the sleepy driver one side and send the car forward. The plain-clothes man was just too quick for him. however, and managed to leap onto the running board as the machine moved otT. Gordon put the car at full speed, and thanked his stars that he was ambidextrous. Steering a bit wildly with his left hand, he suddenly leaned out on the other side and struck the scrambling policeman fiercely in the stomach. The officer doubled up, but held on like a mountain goat. It was a more or less even fight, as each man had but one arm free, and neither could use his legs to any ad vantage. mere was no cnance ior science; none for a clean, effective blow. The fighters beat at each other in futile, awkward fury. The cab swirled and cavorted; but there were no park policemen to be seen, and the plain-clothes man could not take time to draw out his whistle. But he did get out his revolver, presently, and was about to level it at his quarry, when Gordon feinted and drove his clenched fist into his foe’s throat just below the point of the jaw. It was the first good blow of the whole scrimmage. And it did its work. The detective reeled backward, trod on thin air and catapulted into the road, where he landed on his head and one shoulder. There Gordon left him. with never a look back. His whole thought was centered upon getting far enough away so that he might safely leave the cab without fear of being tracked down. Finally, nearing a park entrance, he slowed to a normal pace, and then stopped. No one seemed to novice him. so he got cut quickly, and leav ing the park, made for the downtown district. He still had his hard-won “receipt.' and he felt that as long as it was in existence, even though it was in his own possession, his liberty was more or less in danger. Just then he passed by a vacant lot, and he saw what he needed most— a bonfire! Tearing the receipt into tiny pieces, he threw them on the fire and watched them burn until every scrap had van ished into unrecognizable ashes. Then he gave a long sigh ot relief, squared his shoulders to the world, and continued on his way. la it strange that his thoughts should turn to June, the girl who had done so much ior him? Ke would have been less jubilant if he could have guessed the new complications in which she was just then entangled. After leaving Gordon in the park June had gone straight home and up stairs to her boudoir. There were still signs of the hurried return to town—an empty trunk, and some ar tides of clothing lying around; and she wondered idly what Mary had been about, not to put the room in bet ter shape. June never liked a messy room, sc she went right on into her "den,” be fore taking off her hat. With a sigh of relief, and a smile she took the package of bank notei -- - — " i “His Old Cunning, Sneaking Face Grinning at Me.” out of her dress. A dreamy look—i very sweet look—came into her eyes as she thought how much good that money was going to do. In her mine was a vivid picture of the hard-work ing men in Farweil's foundry, whose \ "co-operative profits" had been taker away from them. "They shall have their money, jus> the same,” she said to herself. “If i ■ was stealing when I took it, it was ir a good cause.” With the dreamy smile still light ing her face. June stood lost in happj thought, when suddenly she hearc Mary's familiar footsteps, and her look changed to one of alarm. She thrust the papers into the near est hiding place—a table drawer, anc just managed to get it shut as Marj came in from her own room with hor ror written in every line of her face. “Why Mary,” cried June, "what or earth is the matter with you? Yov look as if you'd seen a ghost!” “I have, dearie—I have! It’s worse'r that! Oh!” wringing her hands anc crumpling her face up into a mask o! tragedy. “What will we ever do now my lamb! We're in such a lot of trou ble.” “Now, Mary darling, be calm,” sh« bade the nurse, "and tell me all aboul it—I’m sure it isn’t as bad as yov think—’’ “It is, baby, it’s worse! It’s thal awful man!" “What awful man?” June's face wenl white. “You can’t mean—” “Yes,” went on Mary huskily, “it’i him! That 'Smiling Sam’ Eagan w« thought we was rid of for good’n’ all!’ j “Not here?” panted June in stark j terror. “He's right here in this house—w« brought him with us! He made Yams put him into the big wardrobe trunk— 1 and when I started to unpack it. there he was. with his old cunning sneaking face grinning at me as sassy as could be!” "Good heavens!" cried June, at hei wits’ end. ’’Will trouble never end! Where is he now?” “Up in the attic,” said Mary. “And I’ve had to feed him and make him comfortable. I was so ’fraid he’d start a rumpus.” “What about mother,” queried June fearfully. “Mrs. Travis don’t know a thing, ae yet. But it's only a question of time unless we can get him away from here right off. He isn’t disposed to make things any easier for us than he can help, either. I heard a big noise up there Just now. I guess he stumbled over something. Then I heard him j moan—or, maybe, swear!” “There! Hear that?" cried June and Mary simultaneously. Then they clung to each other, expecting, they knew not what. *•••••• At thht moment, unconscious of all ' that was going on inside the house, j Lamar slowly passed by; his head bent, his face haggard and drawn. He j had to came there intending to see June; to face her with the facts; and to ask her to tell him what she knew about all the wretched business. But when he reached the house he some how found that he loved her too much to put her to the test. “Oh, it can’t be—it can’t be,” he said aloud. “She is as holy as—as my own mother. She is above suspicion. As far above suspicion as a saint in a cathedral. And yet—and yet—every circumstance points to her as—as_” I An idea flashed into his mind, elec trifying him to quick decision. “Tomorrow!” he muttered, half in dread, half in triumph, “yea, that is it Tomorrow will tell! Tomorrow will prove the truth!” (END OF 11TH INSTALLMENT.) PROVED STOVE ALL RIGHT But This Clerk Will Not Attempt the Same Method on Another Bride. 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