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; a A 3. EX P. 1 I - c 1 4 2 "., IV vxftAe m 13 SYNOPSIS. At the f.xponse of a soiled hat Robert Orme saves from arrest a Rirl in a black tourlr.K far who has caused a traffic Jam on State strict, lie buys a new hat and Is given in change a. Ave dollar bill with: "Remember the person you pay this to." written on it. A second time he helps the lady in the blaek car. and learns that in Tom and Hessie Wallinsham they have mutunl friends, but sains no further hint of her identity. He discovers another in scription on the marked bill, which, in a futile attempt to decipher it. he copies and places the copy in a drawer in his apartment. Senor I'oritol. South Ameri can, calls, and claims the marked bill. Orme refuses, and a flsht ensues in whicli I'oritol is overcome. He calls In Senor Alcatrante. minister from his coun try, to vouch for him. Orme still refuses to give up the bill. Orme soes for a walk and sees two Japs attack Alcatrante. He rescues him. Keturninjj to ins rooms Orme is attacked by two Japs who ef fect a forcible exchange of the marked bill for another. Orme finds the girl of the black car waiting for him. She also wants the bill. Orme tells his story. She recognizes one of the Japs as her father's butler. Maku. The second inscription on the bill is the key to the hiding place of important papers stolen from her father. Both Japs and South Americans want the papers. Orme and the "Girl" start out in the black car In juest of the papers. In the university grounds in Kvanston the hiding place is located. Maku and an other Jap are there. Orme fells Maku and the other Jap escapes. Orme finds in Maku's pocket u folded slip of pap"r. He takes the girl, whose name Is still un known to him. to the home of a friend in Kvanston. Returning to the university grounds Orme g-ts in conversation with a guard at the life-sa-ing station. They hear a motor boat in tiouble in the dark ness on the lake. They find the crippled boat. In it are the Jap with the papers and "Girl." She jumps into Orme's boat, but the Jnp eludes pursuit. "Girl" ex plains her presence in the boat. Orme boards a car for the city and finds Maku on it and trails him in hope of finding the Jap who has the papers. Orme finds on the paper he took from Maku the address. "241 N. Parker street." He goes there and finds that Arima. teacher of Jlu-Jltsu Is on the third floor. He calls on Alia, clairvoyant, on the fourth floor, descends by the lire scape and concpals himself under a table in Arima's room. Al-iatrante. Por itol and the Jap minister enter. Ormo finds the papers in a drawer under the tabic nnd substitutes mining prospect uses for them. He learns that the pa pers are of international importance with a. time limit for signatures of that night midnight. Th substitution is discovered. The jr-rl appears and leaves again after being told that the American has the Jtapers. Orme at tempts to get away, is discovered and set upon by Arima and Maku He eludes them and a hidden in a closet by the clairvoyant. Orme escapes dur ing a seance gin by Alia. On the side walk he encounters Alcatrante. Ormo goes to find Vom Wallingham. Alca tranto hangs on nnd tries to get the S&Dcrs. CHAPTER XIII. Continued. They passed a long series of doors, the glass panels of which were in scribed, "The Wallingham Company Private," -with index fingers pointing ihe direction of the main entrance. This was the Chicago branch of the great New York corporation, and Thomas Wallingham, Sr.. had placed his son in charge of it two years before. The business was the manu facture of refrigerators. One side of the reception room which Orme en tered hurriedly, Alcatrante still be side him, was given over to a large specimen refrigerator chamber, built in with glistening white tiles. The massive door, three feet thick, was wide open, showing the spotless Inner chamber. In the outer wall was a ther mometer dial fully a foot In diameter. Once Inside the reception room Orme stopped and looked again at Al catrante. There was menace In the look, but the South American did not flinch. Indeed, the glance which met his own seemed to Orme to be dis armingly good natured. Its essence was a humorous recognition that the Eituation had a ridiculous side. But Orme. knowing that much was at 6take. did not for an instant trust his unwelcome companion. Alca II Thtt South American WASHINGTON'S TENT FLAG His Headquarters' Colors Are Now in the National Museum at .Valley Forge. A valuable relic of Washington has been recently added to the Valley Forge Museum of American History. This is Washington's headquarters flag. His marquee was purchased by the museum last fall at a cost of $5,000. after having been exhibited for years In the National museum at Washing 1 Wrr GIRL -BILL trante would cling to him like an Old Man of the Sea, awaiting the op portunity to get the better of him. Every wile would be employed; but publicity was no part of the game Orme began really to believe that. To shake off Alcatrante, perhaps there was no better way than to lure him to some deserted place and over power him. But would not Alcatrante be likely to have anticipated such a move? And would he not resort to desperate measures of his own before Orme could put his own plans into practise? Bixby might help. Orme walked over to the inquiry window. "I want to see Mr. Bixby." he said, offering his card. The yming woman behind the win dow took the card, but at the same time she said: "Mr. Bixby left a few minutes ago. He won't be back to day. Shall I keep the card for him?" "It doesn't matter, thank you," he said, turning away. Luck was against him. Besides Bixby no one in the of fice knew him. Alcatrante smiled genially. "Since Mr. Bixby is absent," he remarked, "shall we leave the verification of the notes until tomorrow?" "What are ycu talking about?" ex claimed Orme. "Why " Alcatrante's face was the picture of astonishment "the Walllng iiam company notes, of course. The notes you wish to sell me." His voice was raised so that the girl behind the window could not help hearing. "Rot!" said Orme. "What?" A note of Indignation crept into Alcatrante's voice. "Are you evading? Perhaps you thought I would not insist on the verification." An other clerk, a man. had joined the girl behind the window. Alcatrante sud denly addressed hhn. "This Mr. Orme told me that he needed to raise money and would transfer to me cheap some notes signed by your company. I met him at the hotel. He said that, if I would come here with him. he would show the notes and have them veri fied. I don't understand." The clerk left the window, and, opening a door, came into the recep tion room. "What are the notes you have?" he asked. "I have none," replied Orme, In dis gust. "I have never pretended to have any. This man is crazy, I think." He pointed to Alcatrante. "He has fol lowed me here uninvited for reasons of his own. I asked for Mr. Bixby, whom I know. I would have asked for Mr. .Wallingham. my personal friend, but that I had already learned of his being at Arradale." "There's funny business here some where," exclaimed Alcatrante, with great earnestness. "Do you mean to say that you did not introduce your self to me in the lobby of the Framing ton and ask me to buy the notes?" Orme did not answer. With a conservative eye the clerk looked at the two. He was not one to Involve himself in a dubious affair. "I can't settle this matter for you, gentlemen," he said. With a slight bow, Orme went Into the hall. It dawned upon him why Al catrante had invented so remarkable a story. Without question, the min ister had feared that Orme would en list aid in the office, or that at least he would manage to deposit the coveted papers in safety while he found other means to get rid of his shadow. Hence the sudden effort to discredit Orme. Did Not Flinch. ton. Xow. through the courtesy of Miss Frances B. Lovell, a descendant of Betty Lewis, the sister of Washing ton, the flag of the commander-in-chief of the armies of the patriots is exhib ited with the famous war tent. For yeara the flag has been a treas ured heirloom In Miss Lovell's family, and few have known of its existence. Upon her father's death she became its owner. It was known to the family as "Washington's headquarters flag." "That it is the unidentified flag of Pcale's portraits there can be no i doubt," says Rev. W. Herbert Bark, In the- long corridor Orme gave no further attention to Alcatrante, who was pattering along beside him. The course he nor.- had in mind was to hire a cab and ride out of the city all the way to Arradale. if possible. The dis tance could not be much greater than 15 miles. If Alcatrante chose to pur sue, well and good. There would be ways of disposing of him. Then an audacious notion flashed into Orme's mind. Why not let Alca trante ride with him? Why not take the minister all the way to his destina tion and at the end turn him over a prisoner? The idea was hardly practicable. He might meet other enemies, and in that event he would not care to have an enemy already at his side. It came to him for the first time that the nearer he approached his goal, the greater would be the opposition he would have to overcome. Whatever else the South Americans and Japanese might do. they would have their guards about the house of the girl's father. Hith erto he had assumed that, once free of Alcatrante and safe on the train to Arradale, he would have plain going; but now he realized that the dangers would pile up higher as he advanced. In any event, he must get rid of Al catrante, and as they approached the elevator grills, be spoke. "Senor." he said, "unless you stop following me, I shall be obliged to hurt you. I give you fair warning." Alcatrante laughed. "If you hurt me, as you threaten, you will find your self in difficulties. You will be arrest ed, and you will have no opportunity to deliver the documents on time. My position as minister my extra-terri-toriality will make it very difficult for you to extricate yourself." Orme looked grimly down into the sallow face. "My fist against your chin." he said, "might do it." Alcatrante did not lose his smile. "You will hardly try that, I think. There would be no time for you to get away. People in these passing eleva tors would see you." Orme turned away and pressed the "down" button, and a few seconds later a descending car stopped. He pushed his way in, Alcatrante after him. The elevator was crowded. Clerks and stenographers were beginning to leave their offices, for the hour was nearly five. Orme wedged his way in at one side, and, in order to gain a momentary sense of seclusion, turned his back upon the persons who were pressing against him and stood with his face to the side of the cage, looking through the scroll work of the grating to the swiftly ascending cables in the next well. He was conscious that Al catrante stood close to him as the car began to slip downward. It was all very ridiculous, this persistent pursuit of him. Suddenly Alcatrante's voice burst out: "Stop the car! I've been robbed! Stop the car!" There was immediate commotion; a girl screamed, and the swaying of the huddled group made the car rattle. The elevator man quickly threw over his lever. The car stopped with a jerk between floors. Orme had started to turn with the others, but with a quick exclamation he checked his movement and pressed his face against the grating. A re markable thing had happened. The ascending car in the next well had stopped at Alcatrante's outcry. The few passengers it was carrying, eager to see what was happen ing, hurried to the side nearest to Orme. Less than two feet from his face was the face of a girl. Almost before he saw her at all he knew her. He forgot that ho had given her ap parent cause to doubt him; he did not stop to wonder what she was doing in this building. "Girl!" he whispered. Her lips parted: her eyes opened wider. "Girl! Go to Tom Wallingham's of fice. I'll come up there. Keep out of sight when you hear me coming. Al catrante is with me." She nodded. "I have the papers," he added, and his heart thumped happily when he saw joy and gratitude flash into her eyes. From his position and manner he might have been explaining to her what was happening In bis own car. But now, conscious of the necessity of taking part in the discussion about him, he reluctantly turned away from the girl. Alcatrante was still exclaiming vol ubly. His purse had disappeared. It had been in his pocket just before he entered the car. Therefore someone in the car must have taken it. He did not accuse any single person, though he flashed suspicious glances at Orme. who recognized, of course, that the move was directed against himself. To embarrass Orme with arrest and detention would well suit the purpose of Alcatrante. At this late hour such an event would prevent the delivery of the papers. Orme wondered whether the minister had realized that the pa pers might be found by the police and disposed of properly. The explana tion of this apparent oversight on the part of Alcatrante was not difficult, however, for perhaps it was not a part of the plan that Orme should be founder of the museum, who obtained the treasured relic. "The flag of one picture is a blue jack with 13 stars. The flag now in the museum here Is a light blue silk with 13 stars, the blue faded and the stars yellow with age." The flag is 36 inches long and 2S inches wide. The heading Is of home spun linen, with three eyelets worked with thread. The stars are six-pointed, double stitched, and the silk back of them has been cut out to show the stars on both sides. The stars are not arranged in a circle, but In lines fol lowing the crosses of the British fag. actually thrown into a cell. It was more likely that an arrest would be followed, after as much delay as Al catrante could secure, by a refusal to prosecute. One advantage to Alca trante would be the opportunity of getting assistance while Orme was in the bands of the police so that after the prisoner was released he would have more than one person to contend with. Alcatrante would give up acting aloue. "Somebody has my purse!" Alca trante was shouting. 'Somebody here! You must not let anybody out!" The elevator boy had been gaping in seeming paralysis, but now several of the passengers men who doubtless were sure of their positions were an grily ordering him to take the car down. Some of them had trains to catch. "Xo! Xo!" screamed Alcatrante. Orme had kept out of the discussion, but now he spoke quietly. "I think. Senor Alcatrante" he uttered the name distinctly, knowing that the South American probably did not wish himself identified--"! think that, if the boy will take the car almost to the bottom, the starter will help you." There was a chorus of seconds to this suggestion. The boy pulled the lever and let the car descend slowly, while Alcatrante continued to exclaim. How would the South American try to throw suspicion where he wished it? Orme puzzled over this question, for certainly the police would not ar rest all the passengers. And then he suddenly remembered how Alcatrante had crowded against him when they entered the car. A cold wave of horror swept over him. Was it possible that ? He put his band into the left side pocket of his coat. Something was there that did not belong there a smooth, bulging purse. Alcatrante had put it there. Orme fingered the purse. He would have to get rid of it, but he dared not to drop it to the floor, and if ho thrust it through the grating and let it fall into the elevator well, some one would be almost certain to detect the action. There was only a moment left before the car would stop. He looked down at Alcatrante, who was close in front of him. Then his face relaxed and in spite of the gravity of his situation he smiled; for he had found a solution. Promptly he acted upon it. The car halted just below the celling of the first floor. "What's the matter with you?" called a voice the voice of the starter. "Man robbed." said the elevator boy. "Bring the car down." "Xo!" shouted Alcatrante. "The thief is in the car. a He must not es cape." "I won't let him out Bring the car down." The boy let the car descend to the floor level. The starter placed himself against the gate. "Xow then, who was robbed?" he demanded. Alcatrante crowded forward. "It was I. My purse is gone. I had it just before I got in." "Oh, it was you, was it?" The start er remembered the, trouble Alcatrante had made a few minutes before. "Sure you didn't drop it?" "I am certain that I did not." The passengers were shuffling their feet about, in a vain effort to touch the lost property. A young girl was gig gling hysterically. "Perhaps you put it in the wrong pocket, and didn't look careful enough." "I looked. I looked." exclaimed Al catrante. "Do you think I would not know. See! I put it in this pocket, which is now empty." He thrust his hand into the pocket which he had indicated. Suddenly his expression changed to astonishment. "Find it?" grinned the starter. With the blankest of looks Alca trante pulled the purse from his pock et. "It was not there two minutes ago." he muttered. "You've been dreamin'." remarked the starter, opening the gate with a bang. 'All out!" v Orme chuckled to himself. In a mo ment Alcatrante would realize how the purse had been replaced in his pocket, and he would be furious. Meantime Orme entered another elevator, to go back to the eighth floor, and, as he had expected, the minister followed him. When they were outside the office of the Wallingham company Orme paused, his hand on the door. "Senor Alca trante." he said, "this business must end. I shall simply have to call the police." "At your own risk." said Alcatrante. Then an ugly light flashed in his eyes and his upper lip lifted above his yel low teeth. "You get the better of me there in the elevator," he snarled. "You won't get the better again." Orme opened the office door. He glanced about the reception room, to see whether the girl had hidden her self. She was not in view; indeed, there was even no one at the inquiry window. The door of the great sample re frigerator was ajar only two or three feet. When Orme was there a few minutes before it had been wide open. He wondered whether the girl had chosen it as her hiding place. If she j had. his plan of action would be sim plified, for he would slip the papers in which, Mr. Burk says, seems to have been the earlier arrangement Mr. Burk, in speaking of the way In which he came into possession of the flag, said: "A few weeks ago I was telling some visitors to the Valley Forge Museum of American History the interesting narrative of Washing ton's marquee, when one of the num ber safd she bad recently seen the flag that belonged to the tent The clue thus given was quickly followed. The owner. Miss Lovell, recognized the ad vantage of exhibiting the flag with the teat, ciallr. whta to carefully :" y r y v "BANNIJTERMERWIN 'CorwOMT tff pr ooomvao 5 COrssvury to her, then get Alcatrante from the room. In a casual way he folded his arms. He could now put his hand into his in side coat pocket and the motion would hardly be noticed. For a moment he stood as though waiting for some one to appear at the Inquiry window. Though Alcatrante was watching him closely, Orme con tinued to act as" if he were the only person in the room. And now the dial of the big ther mometer in the outer wall of the re frigerator appeared to catch his eye, and he strolled over to it. This placed him almost in the open doorway. Ap parently his eyes were on the dial, but in reality he was glancing side wise into the chamber of the refrigerator. He glimpsed a moving figure in there heard a faint rustling. Thrusting his hand into the Inside of his coat, he was about to take out the precious papers to pass them in to her. Then he received a violent push from behind. He plunged forward, tripped with one foot on the sill of the refrigerator doorway, and went in headlong, sprawling on the tiled floor. His clutching hand caught the fold of a woman's skirt Then, though he re mained conscious, everything suddenly turned black. x Bewildered as he was, several sec onds passed before he realized that the massive door had been closed that he and the girl were prisoners. CHAPTER XIV. Prisoners in the Dark. Orme's hand still held her skirt. "Girl!" he whispered. "Yes. Are you hurt?" Her voice came to him softly with all its solicitude and sympathy. She knelt, to help him if need be, her warm, supple hand rested gently on his fflrehead. He could have remained for a long time as he was, content with her touch, but his good sense told him that their safety demanded action. "Xot hurt at all," he said, and as she withdrew her hand, he arose. "Al catrante caught me off guard," he ex plained. "Yes, 1 saw him. There wasn't time to warn you." "He has been dogging me for an hour," Orme continued. "I felt as though he were sitting on my shoul ders, like an Old Man of the Sea." "I know him of old." she replied. "He is never to be trusted." "But you how did you happen to be here, in the Uookery?" "In the hope of finding you." "Finding me?" "I called up the Pore Marquette about five minutes ago, and the clerk said that you bad just been talking to him on the wire, but that he didn't know where you were. Then I remem bered that you knew the Wallingbams, and I came to Tom's office to see if he had any Idea where you were. I was on my way when I passed you in the elevator." "Tom and Bessie are at Glenview." explained Orme. "Yes, the girl at the Inquiry desk told me. She went to get her hat to leave for the night, and I slipped into this chamber to wait for you." "And here we are." Orme laughed "papers and all. But I wish it weren't so dark." Orme hunted his pockets for a match. He found just one. "I don't suppose. Girl, that you hap pen to have such a thing as a match?" He Received a guarded as at the museum. She read ily agreed to loan the flag, and for this purpose had it framed." Philadelphia Bulletin. Carrying His Own Fly Paper. A seat near the radiator was tie only one vacant in the waiting room of the Union depot when an old man came In carrying several packages. He laid all his bundles beside the scat, then he picked up one. a long square package, and looked about in perplex ity. "I don't dare get this sear tkss BjWH q gc II ! She laughed lightly. "I'm sorry no." "I have only one," he- said. "I'm going to strike it, so that we can get our bearings." He scratched the match on his sole. The first precious moment of light he permitted himself to look at her, fixing her face in his mind as though he werejiever to see t again. It re joiced him "to "find that In that instant her eyes also turned to his. The interchange of looks was bard for him to break. Only half the match was gone before he turned from her, but in that time he had asked and an swered so many unspoken questions questions which at the moment were still little more than hopes and yearn ings. His heart was beating rapidly. If she had doubted him, she did not doubt him now. If she had not under stood his feeling for her, she must un derstand It now. And the look in her own eyes could he question that It "Has nibr'e than friendly? But the ne cessity of making the most of the light forced him to forget for the moment the tender presence of the girl who filled his heart. He therefore employed himself with a quick study of their sur roundings. The chamber was about ten feet 'square, and lined smoothly with white tiling. It was designed to show the sanitary construction of the Walling ham refrigerator. Orme remembered how Tom had explained it all to him on a previous visit to Chicago. This was merely a storage chamber. There was no connection with an ice chamber, and there were none of the hooks and shelves which would make it complete for its purpose. The only appliance was the thermometer, the coils of which were fitted in flush with the tiling, near the door, and protected by a close metal grating. As for the door itself. Its outline was a fine seam. There was a handle. As the match burned close to his fingers, Orme pulled out his watch. It was twenty-nine minutes past five. Darkness again. Orme groped his way to the door and tugged at the handle. The door would not open; built with air-tight nicety, it did not budge in the least This was what Orme bad expected. He knew that Alcatrante would have shot the bolt. He knew, too, that AI catrante would be waiting in the cor ridor, to assure himself that the last clerk left the office without freeing the prisoner that all the lights were out and the office locked for the night Then he would depart, exulting that the papers could not be delivered; ami in the morning Orme would be re leased. But had Alcatrante realized that the chamber was air-tight? Surely he had not known that the girl was already there. The air that might barely suf fice to keep one alive until relief came would not sufTiee for two. There was not the least opening to admit of ventilation. Even the places where, in a practical refrigerator, con nection would be made with the ice chamber, were blocked up; for that matter, they were on that side of the chamber whicli was built close into the corner of the office. Orme drove his heel against the wall. The tiles did not break. Then he' stepped back toward the middle of the chamber. "Where are you. Girl?" he asked. 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