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Show rHEl-'f" sMT H A Detective Novel and a Iff! 'r " '(g' jjf I Motion Picture Drama jp ( Presented by This Newspaper in Collaboration With Read it Here HOW-Them See IT All in Moving Pictures. Featuring Miss Pearl White Elaine Dodge Mr. Lionel Barrymore Marcius Del Mar WRITTEN BY ARTHUR B. REEVE The Well. Known Novelist and the Creator of the "Craig Kennedy" Stories Dramatized Into a Photo-Play by Chas. W, Goddard, Author of "The Perils of Pauline," "The Exploits of Elaine." Del Mar's automobile, with Klfllne bound and gagged In It, drove rapidly by back and unfrequented ways Into the country until at last It pulled up before an empty two-story two-story houeo In a sort of grovo of trees. The men leaped out, lifted Elaine, and earrlr-d her bodily Into the house, taking her upstairs and into an upper room. She had fainted when they laid her down and loosened loos-ened the dress from about her face so that she could breathe. There they left her, on the floor, her hands and feet bound, and went out. How long she lay tftere she never knew; He looked out through the front, door, then drew back. Quickly he went through the lower hall until he came to the back door In the kitchen. Elaine following. He unbolted the door and opened It. "Run," he said, simply, pointing out of the door. "They're coming back the other way. I'll hold them." She needed no further urging, but. darted from the house as he closed the door after her. It was Just at this point that Del Mar came riding along the main road on horse- stream he heard a. shot above, and a scream. He looked up. There was Elaine, swept down toward him. Below he knew the stream tumbled over a tall cataract into th gorge below. What could he do? A sudden crackling of the twigs caused him to turn and catch sight of me, Just coming com-ing up. For, as best I could on horseback, I had followed Elaine's ca.r until at last. I saw that It had been abandoned. Thoroughly alarmed, I rode on, past a deserted bouse. spB'.j . ... f:- ., " Not a word ! " he cautioned. Instantly Del Mar flung himself from the closet, dissruUinc his voice, he seized EJalne. Copyright, 1915. by The Star Co. All Foreign Rights Reserved. SYNOPSIS. After the finding of Wu Fang'B body and Kennedy's disappearance, a submarine appears the following morning on the bay. A man plunges overboard from It and swims ashore. It is the entrance of Marcius Del Mar Into America. His mission Is to obtain Information of Kennedy Ken-nedy and recover, If possible, the lost torpedo. At the Dodge home he soon wtns the confidence of Elaine. Later she is warned by a little old man to be careful of Del Mar. This warning came Just In time to prevent Del Mar from carry-carrying carry-carrying out his plans. The girl enters the Dodge home as a maid; finds the torpedo, places it In a trunk, which with others Is sent to the Dodge country home. In a hold-up Del Mar's men fall to get the trunk containing the torpedo. Elaine hides the torpedo, tor-pedo, which later is stolen by Del Mar's men, who In escaping meet the old man of mystery. A desperate battle follows, in which the old man destroys the torpedo. Jameson is captured by Del Mar's men while on his way to mail a letter to the U. S. Secret Service. Elaine rescues him. Lieut. Woodward and his friend attend a party given at the Dodge home, at whfch Del Mar is present. Unknowingly Unknow-ingly Del Mar drops a note which gives Elaine a clue. In her attempt to prevent his cutting the Atlantic cable she is discovered and made a prisoner on the boat, which afterwards Is wrecked by Woodward and the old man of mystery. mys-tery. Jameson arrives In a hydro-aeroplane Just In time to save Elaine from drowning. Elaine, disguised as a man, discovers the entrance en-trance of Del Mar's wireless cave at almost the same time Prof. Arnold by a "radio detective" has discovered the wireless station. Elaine's discovery nearly proves fatal, she is saved by Jameson, both aid Professor Arnold and Lieutenant Lieu-tenant Woodward in destroying the wireless station, but Del Mar escapes. Making his way to a deserted hotel In the woods, he directs the making of a number of gas bombs. Elaine discovers DelNUar's man at work, Is captured, but escapes. When the hotel is later attacked the men retreat to the woods, where they explode the gas bombs, nearly causing caus-ing the death of Lieutenant Woodward and hi3 attacking party. - ." After the affair in the woods with Del Mar's men, Elaine received a package which contained con-tained a new searchlight gun from an unknown friend. Followed by Jameson and Aunt Josephine Jose-phine they go to the cellar where Elaine proves the accuracy of the new weapon. That afternoon, after-noon, while motoring with Jameson, Elaine discovers dis-covers a bomb placed there by one of Del Mar's men for safe keeping. They decide to take It to Lieutenant Woodward who, after looking It over, directs them to Professor Arnold's yacht. Before reaching the yacht they are attacked by Del Mar and his men. The searchlight gun saves Elaine and Jameson who reach the yacht safely. Later Dei Mar appears on the bay with a submarine and soon after destroys the yacht with a torpedo, only to find that Professor Ar-nold Ar-nold and his party have escaped. f CHAPTER IX Early one morning a very handsome woman wo-man of the adventuress type arrived with several trunks at the big summer hotel just outside the town, the St. Germain. Among the many fashionable people at the watering place, however, she attracted no great attention, and in the forenoon she quietly went out in her motor for a ride. It was Madame Larenz, one of Del Mar's secret agents, who, up to this time, had been engaged in spying on wealthy and impressionable impres-sionable American manufacturers. Her airing brought her finally to the bungalow of Del Mar, and there she was admitted ad-mitted in a manner that showed that Del Mar trusted her highly. "Now," he instructed, after a few minutes' min-utes' chat, "I want you to get acquainted with Miss Dodge. You know how to interest in-terest her. She's quite human. Pretty gowns appeal to her. Get her to the St. Germain. Then I'll tell you what to do." A few minutes later the woman left in her car, so rapidly driven that no one would recognize her. It was early in the afternoon that Aunt Josephine was sitting on the veranda when an automobile drove up and a very stylishly stylish-ly gowned and bonnetted woman stepped out. "Good afternoon," she greeted Aunt Josephine Jo-sephine ingratiatingly, as she approached the house. "I am Madame Larenz, of New York and Paris. Perhaps you have heard of my shops on Fifth Avenue and the Rue de la Paix." Aunt Josephine had heard the name, though she did not know that this woman had assumed It without being In any way connected with the places she mentioned. "I'm establishing a new sort of summer service at the better resorts," the woman explained. "You see, my people find it annoying an-noying to go into the city for gowns. So I am bringing the latest Paris models out to them. Is Miss Dodge at home?" "I think she is playing tennis," returned Aunt Josephine. "Oh, yes, I see her, thank you," the woman wo-man murmured, moving toward the tennis court back of the house. Elaine and I had agreed to play a couple of games, and were tossing rackets for position. posi-tion. "Very well," laughed Elaine, as she won ! the toss, "take the other court." It was a cool day, and I felt In good ; spirits. Just to see whether I could do it still, I jumped over the net. 1 Our game had scarcely started when we were interrupted by the approach of a stunning stun-ning looking woman. "Miss Dodge?" she greeted. "Will you , excuse me a moment?" Elaine paused In serving the ball and the woman handed her a card from her delicate deli-cate gold mesh bag. It read simply: MME. LARENZ PARIS XJOW.,3. Elaine looked at the card a moment while the woman repeated what she had already told Aunt Josephine. "You have them here, then?" queried Elaine, interested. "Yes, I have some very exclusive models which I am showing at my. suite In the St. Germain." "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed Elaine. "I must see them." They talked a few minutes, while T waited patiently for Elaine to start the pa me again, Tha t game, however, was destined never to be finished. More weighty matters were under discussion. I wondered what they were talking about ' and, suppressing a yawn, I walked toward them. As I approached I heard scattered remarks about styles and dress fabrics. Elaine had completely forgotten tennis and me. She took a couple of steps away from the court with the woman as I came up. "Aren't you going to play?" I asked. "I know you'll excuse me, "Walter." smiled Elaine. "My frocks are all so frightfully out of date. And here's a chance to get new ones, very reasonably too." They walked off, and I could not help scowling at the visitor. On toward the house Elaine and Madame Larenz proceeded, pro-ceeded, and around It to the front porch, where Aunt Josephine was standing. "Just think, Auntie," cried Elaine, "real Paris gowns down here without the trouble of going to the city and cheaply, too." Aunt Josephine was only mildly interested, inter-ested, but that did not seem to worry Madame Mad-ame Larenz. "I shall be glad to see you at three, Miss Dodge," she said, as she got into her car again and drove oflf. By that time I had caught up with Elaine again. "Just one" game," I urged. "Please excuse me this time, Walter." she pleaded, laughing. "You don't know how sadly I'm In need of . new frocks." It was no use of further urging her. Tennis Ten-nis was out of her mind for good that day. Accordingly I mounted to my room and there quickly donned my riding clothes. When I came down I found Aunt Josephine Joseph-ine s,till on the veranda. In addition to my horse which I had telephoned for, Elaine's little runabout had been driven to the door. While I was talking to Aunt Josephine, Elaine came downstairs and walked over to the car. "May I go with you?" I pleaded. "No, Walter," she replied, laughing merrily. mer-rily. "You can't go. I want to try them on." . Properly squelched, I retreated. Elaine drove away, and a moment later I mounted and cantered off leisurely. Near Del Mar's bungalow might have been seen again the mysterious naturalist, walking walk-ing along the road with a butterfly net In his hand, and what appeared to be a leather specimen case, perhaps six inches long, under un-der his other arm. A3 Madame Larenz whizzed past In her car, he looked up keenly, in spite of his seeming near-sightedness and huge smoked glasses. He watched her closely, noting the number of the car, then turned and followed fol-lowed it. ' Madame Larenz drew up, a second time, before Del Mar's. As she got out and entered, en-tered, the naturalist, having quickened his pace, came up and watched her go in. Then, after taking in the situation for a moment, he made his way around the side of the bungalow. "Is Mr. Del Mar at home?" inquired Madame Larenz, as the valet ushered her Into the library. "No, ma'am," he returned. "Mr. Del Mar is out. But he left word that if you came before he got back you were to leave word." The woman sat down at the desk and wrote hastily. When she had finished the short note she read It over and folded It up. "Tell Mr. Del Mar I've left a note here on his desk," she said to the valet. A moment later she left the library, followed fol-lowed by the valet, who accompanied her to her car and assisted her in. "The hotel," she directed to her driver, as he started off, while the valet returned to the bungalow. Outside the naturalist had come through the shrubbery and had been looking in at the library window, watching every move of Madame Larenz as she wrote. As she went out he paused just a second to look about. Then he drew a long knife from his pocket, forced the window catch, and quickly climbed into the room. Directly to the desk he went and hurriedly hur-riedly ran over the papers on It. There was the note. He picked It up and read it eagerly. eag-erly. "My apartment St. Germain 3 P. M. Larenz." For a moment he seemed to consider what to do. Then he replaced the note. Suddenly Sud-denly he heard the sound of footsteps. It was the valet returning. Quickly the naturalist nat-uralist ran to the window and jumped out. A moment later the valet entered the library again. "That's strange," he exclaimed, ex-claimed, under his breath, "I don't recall opening that window over there to-day." He looked puzzled. But as no on was about he went over and shut it. Some distance down the road the naturalist nat-uralist quietly emerged in safety from the bushes. With scarcely a moment's hesitation, hesita-tion, his mind thoroughly made up to his course, he hurried along the road. Meanwhile, at the St. Germain, Madame Larenz entered and passed through the rotunda of the hotel, followed by many admiring ad-miring glances of the men. Up in her room stood several 4arge trunks, open. From them had been taken a number num-ber of gowns which were scattered about or hung up for exhibition. As she entered, quickly she selected one of the trunks whose contents were more smart than the rest, and laid the gowns out most fetchlngly about the room. In the office of the hotel a few moments later the naturalist entered. He looked about curiously, then went to the desk and glanced over the register. At the name "Madame Larenz, Paris, Room 22," he paused. For some seconds he stood thinking. Then he deliberately walked over to a leather chair and took a prominent seat nearby in the lobby. He had discarded his net. but still had the case which now he had shoved into his pocket. From a table he picked up a newspaper. It was not long before Del Mar pulled up before the hotel and entered In his usual swagger manner. He had returned to the bungalow, read the note, and hurried over to the St. Germain. He crossed the lobby, back to the office. As he did so the naturalist had his face hidden deeply In the open newspaper. But no sooner had Del Mar paRsed than the newspaper foil unappreciated, and he gazed after him, as he left the lobby by thn back way. Tt was only a few mimiteH after she had completed arranging her small stock so that it looked quite Impressive, that Madame Larenz heard a knock at the door and recognized recog-nized Del Mar's spcret code. She opened the door and he strode In. "I cot your note nJi said, briefly, com ing directly to business and telling her just what he wanted done. "Let me see," he concluded, glancing at his watch. "It Is after three now. She ought to be here any minute." Outside, Elaine drove up to the rather garish entrance of tho St.. Germain, and one of the boys In uniform ran forward to opn the door and take charge of the car. She, too, crossed the lobby without seeing the old naturalist, though nothing escaped him. As she passed he started to rise and cross toward her, then appeared to change his mind. Elaine went on out through the back of, the lobby, directed by a boy, and mounted n flight of stairs In preference to taking the lift to the second, or sort of mezzanine floor. Down along the corridor she went, hunting for number twenty-two. At last she found it at the end and knocked. Del Mar and Madame Larenz were still talking in low tones when they heard 'a light tap on the door. "There she Is now," whispered Larenz. "All right; let her in," answered Del Mar, leaping quietly to a closet. "I'll hide here until I get the signal. Do just as I told you." Outside, at the same time, according to his carefully concocted plans, Del Mar's car had driven up and stopped close to the side of the hotel, which was on a slight hill that brought the street level here not so far below the second story windows. Three of his most trusted men were in the car. Madame Larenz opened the door. "Oh. I'm so glad you came." she rattled on to Elaine. "You see, I've got to get started. Not a customer yet. But if you'll only take a few gowns, other people will come to me. I'll let you have them cheaply, too. Just look at this one." ? She held up one filmy, creamy creation that looked like a delicate flower. "I'd like to try it on," cried Elaine, fingering fin-gering It rapturously. "By all means!" agreed Madame. "We are alone. Do so." With deft fingers, Larenz helped her take off her own very pretty dress. As Elaine slipped the soft gown over her head, with her head and arms engaged In its multitudinous multitu-dinous folds, Madame Larenz, a powerful women, seized her. Elaine was effectually gagged and bound in the gown Itself. Instantly Del Mar flung himself from the closet, disguising his voice. Together they wrapped the dress about Elaine even more tightly to prevent her screaming. Madame Larenz seized a blanket and i threw that over Elaine's head also, while Del Mar ran to the window. There were his men in the car, waiting below. "Are you ready?" he called softly to them. They looked about carefully. There was no one on that side of the hotel just at the moment. "Ready," responded one. "Quick!" Together Del Mar and Madame Larenz passed Elaine, Ineffectually struggling, out of the window. The men seized her and placed her In the bottom of the car, which was covered. Then they shot away, taking a back road up the hill. Hurriedly the naturalist went through the lobby In the direction Elaine had gone, and a moment later reached the corridor above. Down it, he could hear some one coming com-ing out of Room 22. He slid into an angle and hid. It was Del Mar and the woman he had seen at the bungalow. They passed by without with-out discovering him, nor could he make out anything that they said. What mischief was afoot? Where was Elaine? He ran to the door and tried It. It. was locked. Quickly he took from his pocket a skeleton key and unlocked it. There was Elaine's hat and dress lying in a heap on the bed. But she was not there. He was now thoroughly alarmed. She could not have passed him in the hall. Therefore she must have gone or been taken out through the window. That would never have been voluntary, especially leaving her things there. The window was still open. He ran to It. One glance out was enough. He leaped to the ground. Suro enough there were automobile auto-mobile tracks in the dust. "Del Mar's car!" he muttered to himself, studying them. He fairly ran around the side of the hotel. There he came suddenly upon Elaine's car standing alone, and recognized It. There was no time for delay. He jumped Into It and let the swift little racer out as he turned and gathered momentum to shoot up the hill on high speed. Meanwhile, T had been jogging along through the country, lonely and disconsolate. disconso-late. T don't know how it happened, but I suppopo it was by some subconscious desire. At any rate, I found myself at the road that came out across one leading to the St. Germain, 'and it occurred to me that Elaine might by this time have purchased enough frocks to clothe her for a year. At any rate I quickened my pace in the hope of seeing her. Suddenly my horse shied, and a. familiar little car flashed pant mo. But the driver was not familiar. Tt was Elaine's roadster. Tn it was a stranger a man who looked like a "bugologist," as nearly as I can describe de-scribe him. Was he running off with her car while she waa waiting inside he hotel? I galloped after him. but at last the air revived her and she regained re-gained consciousness and eat up. Her muscles were sore and her head ached. But she eet her teeth and began struggling with the cords that bound her, managing, at last to pull the dross over herself at least. In Elaine's car the naturalist drove slowly at times, following the track of the automobile auto-mobile ahead. At last, however, he came to a place where he saw that the tracks went up a lonely side road. To approach in a car was to warn whoever was there. He ran the car up alongside the road in the bushes and jumped out, leaving it and following the tracks up the side roadway. As he approached a single deserted house he left even. the narrow road altogether and plunged into the woods, careful to proceed noiselessly. Through the bushes, near the house, he peered. There he could see one of Del Mar's men, in the doorway, apparently appar-ently talking to others behind him. Stealthily the naturalist crept around, still hiding, until he was closer to the house on the other side. At last he worked his way around to the rear door. He tried it. It was bolted, and even the skeleton key was unavailing to slide the bolt. Seconds were precious. Quickly he went to the corner of the house. There was a water leader. He began to climb it, risking its precarious support. On the roof at last, the naturalist crawled along, looking for some way of getting into the house. But he could not seem to find any. Carefully he crawled to the edge of the roof and looked over. Below he could hear sounds, but could make nothing of them. From his pocket he took the leather case and opened it. There was a peculiar arrangement, ar-rangement, like some of the collapsible arms on which telephone instruments are often fastened to a desk or wall, capable of being collapsed into small space or of being extended ex-tended for some distance. On the thing was arranged a system of mirrors, which the naturalist nat-uralist adjusted. It was a pocket periscope. He thrust the thing over the edge of the roof and down, and looked through it. Below, Be-low, he could see into the room from which came the peculiar sounds. He looked anxiously. There he could see Elaine endeavoring still to loosen the cords and unable to do so. Only for a moment he looked. Then he folded up the pocket periscope in the case and shoved it back into his pocket. Quickly he crossed the roof again and slid back down the rain-pipe. At the door stood three of Del Mar's men waiting for Del Mar who had told them he would follow immediately. The naturalist had by this time reached the ground and was going along carefully back of the house. He drew his revolver and, pointing it down, fired. Then he dodged back of an extension and disappeared for the moment. Instantly the three men sprang up and ran toward the spot where it seemed the shot had been fired. There was no one about the side of the house. But the wind had carried the smoke Into some bushes beside the grove, and they crashed into the bushes, beating about. At the same time, the naturalist, having first waited until he saw which way the men were going, dashed about the house In the opposite direction. Then he slipped, unopposed unop-posed and unobserved, in through the open front door, up the stairs and along to the room Into which ho had just been looking. He unlocked the door and entered. Elaine was still struggling with the cords when she caught sight of the stranger. "Not a word!" he cautioned under his breath. She was indeed too frightened to cry out. Quickly ho loosened her, still holding his finger to his lips to enjoin silence. "Follow me!" he whispered. She obeyed mechanically, and then went out into the hall. On downstairs went the naturalist, Elaine still keeping close after him. back. He pulled up suddenly aB he saw a car run in alongside the road. "That's Elaine's runabout," he muttered, as he dismounted and tied his horse. "How came it here ?" He approached the car, much worried by its unaccountable presence there instead of before the St. Germain. Then he drew his gun and hurried up the side road. He heard a shot and quickened his pace. Tn the woods unexpectedly he came upon his three men'Still beating about, searching with drawn revolvers for the person who had fired the shot. "Well?" he demanded, sharply, "what's all thiff?" "Some one fired a shot," they explained, somewhat crestfallen. "It was a trick, you fools," he answered testily. "Get back to your prisoner." Without a word they turned and hurried toward the house, Del Mar following. "You two go in," he ordered the foremost. "I'll go around the house with Patrick." As Del Mar and the other man ran around the corner they could just catch a fleeting glimpse of someone disappearing into the trees. r It was Elaine. The man hurried forward, blazing away with his gun. Running, breathless, Elaine heard the shot behind her which Del Mar's man had fired in his eagerness. The bullet struck a tree near her with a "pingl" She glanced back and saw the man. But she did not stop. Instead she redoubled her efforts, running zigzag in among the trees where they were thickest. Del Mar, a little bit behind his man where she could not recognize him, urged the man on, following carefully. On fled Elaine, her heart beating fast. Suddenly she stopped, and almost cried out indexation. A stream blocked her retreat a stream swift and deep. She looked back, terrified. Her pursuers were coming ahead fast now in her direction. direc-tion. Wildly she gazed around. There was a canoe on the bank. In an instant she jumped in, untied It and seized the paddle. Off she went, striking for the opposite shore. But the current was racing swiftly, and she was already tired and exhausted. She could scarcely make any headway at all in the fierce eddies. But at least, she thought hurriedly, she was getting further and further away from them down stream. Up above, Del Mar and his man came io the edge of the water. There they stood for a moment looking down. "There she is," pointed the man. Del Mar raised his revolver and fired. Suddenly a bullet struck Elaine's paddle ,and broke it. Clutching the useless splintered shaft, she was now at the mercy of the current, cur-rent, swept along like a piece of driftwood. She looked about frantically. What was that roaring noise? It was the waterfalls ahead! Tn the meantime Del Mar's other two men had entered the house and had run upstairs, knowing well his wrath if anything had happened. As they did so, the naturalist natural-ist poked his head cautiously ot of the kitchen where ne had been hiding, and saw them. Then he followed noiselessly, his revolver ready. Headlong they ran Into the room where they had left Elaine. She wan gone! Before they could turn the naturalist locked the door, turned, and took the steps down, two at a time. Then he ran out of the front door and into the woods at an angle to the direction taken by Elaine, turning and polng down hill, where a rapid, swollen stream curved bout through a gorge. As he reacJiad the until suddenly I heard a shot and a scream. It seemed to come from below me, and I leaped off my horse, making for it as fast as I could, racing toward a stream whose roar I could hear. There on the bank I came upon a queer old codger, looking about wildly. Was he the automobile thief? I ran forward, ready to seize him. But as I did so he whirled about, and with a strength remarkable in one so old, seized my wrist before I could get his. "Look!" he cried simply, pointing up the stream. I did. A girl in a canoe was coming down toward the falls, screaming, her paddle broken and useless. My heart leaped into my mouth. It was Elaine! "Come!" he panted eagerly to me, "I can save her. You must do just as I say." He pointed to an overhanging rock nearby near-by and we raft to it. By this time Elaine was almost upon us, each second getting nearer the veritable maelstrom above the falls. From the rock overhung also a tree, at tho. very edge of the water. There was nothing to do but obey him. Above, though we did not see them, Del Mar and his man were gloating over the result of their work. But they were gloating gloat-ing too soon. We came to the rock and the tree. "Here," cried the new-found friend, "I'll get hold of the tree and then hold you." Instantly he threw himself on his stomach, stom-ach, hooking his leg about the tree trunk. I crawled out over the ledge of slippery roclt to the very edge and looked over. It waa the only chance. The old naturalist seized my legs in his hands. I slid down the rock, letting myself go. Literally, his presence of mind had In vented what was really x life chain, a human rope. On came the canoe, Elaine in It as white as death, crying out and trying to stop or guide it as, nearer and nearer through the smooth, worn walls of the chasm, it whirled to the falls. With a grip of steel the naturalist held to the tree, which swayed and bent, while also he held me, as if in a vise, head down. On came Elaine directly at us. She stood up and balanced herself a dan gerous feat in a canoe at any time, but doubly so in those dark, swirling, treacherous treacher-ous waters. "Steady!" T encouraged. "Grab my arms!" As the canoe reached us she gave a little jump and seized my forearms. Her hands slipped, but I grasped her own arms, and we held each other. The momentum of her ody was great. For an instant I thought we were all going over. But the naturalist held his grip and slowly began to pull himself and us up the slippery rock. A second later the canoe crashed over tho foils in a cloud of spray and pounding water. As we reached the bank above the rock I almost lifted Elaine and set her down, trembling tremb-ling and gasping for breath. Before either of us knew it the queer old fellow had plunged into the bushes and was gone without with-out another word. "Walter," she cried, "call him back. I must tell him how much I owe him my life!" But h had disappeared, absolutely'. We shouted aftr him. It was of no use. "Well, what do you think of that?" cried Blaine. "TTc saved my life then didn't tJi even to be thanked." W"T ws he? We looked at each other a momc . Put neither of us spoke what was In our hearts. (To be continued- |
