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BEGIN HERE TODAY Salile Peck, employe of the Fair Deal Five St Ten. quarrels with her policeman sweetheart. Michael Curtis. That night Sallie koea into the yard to take down a washing for Ma Brennan, with whom Sallie lire* A crash shakes the earth and something strikes Sallie a blow cm the head When she regains consciousness, the girl finds herself in strange surroundings. A French maid calls her Alya Copeland and Madame Copeland, a tall, nohly gowned woman, claims her as her step-daughter. Sallie meets Cousin Wheeler, who makes love to her. She resolves to solve the mystery of why she is being substituted for Alva Copeland. Sallie tells the Copelands she is wise . to their game and that, if they will nay her enough, she will play a hand for them. The Copelands accept Sallie's offer. NOW GO ON WITH THK STORY If | € r OU see, one slip and I might • I Y J queer the game for you, and I 1 I told you if I went into this with you I’d play white. Couldn’t you fix it some way that I'd been hurt in that train wreck and needed quiet, bxcept just so the folks who've got to believe I’m your step-daughter and Cousin Wheeler's girl?" _ “Cousin Wheeler" stroked his mustache somewhat nervously. “It appears that our young friend has a remarkably clear grasp of the situation,” he lemarked. “Just how much have you told her this morning, Aunt Flo?” “It wasnt' this morning, it was yes terday when I Was having tea with you two here in this room,” Sallie explained. “Before that I thought everybody was cuckoo, calling me ‘Alva.’ but then I saw that you both were stalling along and kidding to see how I'd act and if maybe I’d do to pass as the real Alva. That’s why I came clean with Mrs. Copeland this morning and apked her what there was in it for me." Mrs. Copeland gasped and this time there was a note of command in her nephew s voice. “Aunt Flo. since it appears to be merely a question of price now. or I might more gracefully say ’reward.’ I am sure this young lady will excuse us to discuss the matter in private for a few minutes before lunch.” “Anything you say.” Sallie rose with a hard little laugh. “I ain’t; any too crazy to go back to—Shafts

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town. I don’t mind telling you, and I’d like to take a hand in this with you, on the level, but considering the risk I'd be taking myself I ought to be fixed for life so's I could steer clear of —of everything and live quiet abroad some place where —where nobody'd know me. Twenty-five grand wouldn’t last forever, but it’s up to you. I'll be In my room, Mrs. Copeland, when you want me.” She nodded to her stupefied hostess, grinned derisively at Sloat as he held the door open for her and when she heard it close with unnecessary violence behind her the grin broadened. It faded, however, when at the head of the stairs she found herself con fronted by Fitch. “You got the bit of newspaper I slipped under your door last night?” he demanded In a whisper. Sallie nodded. “So it was you?” “I was planted here on another lay; bit of luck. I call it, that they

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should have brought you here. Rekernized you at once. I did.'” He placed his finger alongside his nose with a knowing leer. “I saw the chief larst night and told him as how it come about you was dug out of the wreck. Dunno what their game is—” “And I don't know what yours 'is nor who you are!” Sallie interrupted in a fierce undertone. “Who do you think I am. anyway 7" “Aw, stow that, Bess—'Diamond Bess' 1 I’m anew one with your gang since you pulled the Delapierre trick, but the chief knows what Fred the Ferret can do or he wouldn't have planted me here. I say!” He came close to her, with a cautious glance at the closed sitting room door. “What did you do with them—the Delapierre sparklers? The chief wants to know and he wants to know' at once.” Sallie felt her knees giving way beneath her. “I don’t know who ‘Diamond Bess’ is, nor what vou're talking about—!” she began, but he laid slim, wiry fingers like bands of steel upon her arm. “Double-crossing, are you?” His whisper had become a hiss. "You know- what happened to Gaffney when he tried It. and Chicago Molly, tto! You had four of the biggest sparklers still with ycu when you left Philopolis and ycu must have planted em safe or you’d have made a holler before you let these toffs adopt you out of the wreck. The chief wants—to—know! Twig that?” Sallie s brain had been working quickly and now she shook off his l and with a fine assumption of scorn. “Make a holler, would I, with every dick in the East—?” she broke off in seeming vexation. “How do I know you ain't a dick yourself? You bring me something that’ll show you come from—from any friends of mine and maybe I'll have a message for you. Savez? Now beat it!” She turned abruptly and entered her room, closing the door softly behind her. A nice mees she had got Into! She might have known what that scrap of newspaper meant! It had seemed a splendid scheme to fall in with the plans of this crowd of swell crooks as Sallie Peck and then gradually get them to believe that she was in reality this ‘Diamond Bess’ with pals on the outside to see that no harm came to her so that they would be glad to let her go scot free as the price of her silence, and now' she had placed herself at the mercy of a gang of criminals who would stop at nothing to regain the stolen diamonds which she had never even seen!

CHAPTER Tffl The Chiefs Message Sallie’s disturbed reflections were interrupted by a light tapping on the door and without waiting for her reply Mrs. Copeland entered. ‘ I came myself to tell you that luncheon is served and that we have another guest, a Mr. Bellows, who will want to talk over this little proposition of ours with you later. You may be quite your natural self with him for he has our utmost confldence.’* So the attorney had been called in when she raised the ante! He might have prominent families for clients and a big reputation to lose, as he had reminded the others at that conference the night before, but there was something shady about him or he would never have lent himself to this scheme. “I s’pose, Mrs. Copeland, that if I pull off this little trick for you, you’ll wise me up as to who else‘l’m likely to meet will know the truth about me and who won’t?” she asked. “There’s always the chance that somebody might get suspicious some way and try to pump me, and if I fell for it—?” "That Is understood, of course," Mrs. Copeland responded as she led the way downstairs. “None of the servants except Therese are in ray confldence and your nurse leaves this afternoon.” In the lower hall they found Bloat awaiting them in company with the tall, gaunt man with the sharp sea turep whom she had seen alight from the roadster on the previous evening and later seated with the others about the council table. Now as he was presented he shook hands gravely with a keen glance into her eyes.

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"I am delighted. Miss Copeland, that you have so fortunately recovered from your painful accident,” he murmured for the obvious benefit of Fitch, who hovered over the table. ‘‘You have grown to be quite a young lady since I saw you last.” Bailie smiled sweetly. "I expect I have changed some, Mr. Bellows. “I am sure I never should have recognized you.” Sloat laughed but checked himself at a warning glance from his aunt, who maintained a running Are of

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small talk While the meal progressed. When all four of them were settled In the sitting room upstairs the attorney opened the attack from an unexpected quarter. “I understand, my child, that you are willing to place yourself unreservedly in Mrs. Copeland’s hands provided the terms can be arranged to suit every one concerned. It has not occurred to you, perhaps, that you are already In our hands?” Sallie’a heart sank. Things were coming a trifle faster than .she had

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intended, but she must bluff it through. "Perhaps it hasn’t occurred to you. Mr. Bellows, that I got. that about as soon as I came to my senses? Do I look like a poor fish that’s likely to have a game of this kind put over on ’em without calling the turn on it? I could’ve walked out of this house any time after—well, during last night or today if I’d felt like It, but I thought I’d wait and see what there might be in it for me if I stayed.”

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Mrs. Copeland grasped the arms of her chair and Sloat muttered an ejaculation, but Bellows leaned forward, his brows drawn together. “That Is Interesting. Do you care to explain further?” “No, I don’t. Mrs. Copeland got me right this morning—and I got her. I’m taking the big risk, for I ain’t the squealing kind and I’ll go up for my stretch while all the rest of you crawl out of It.” Bailie drew a deep breath. “1 think I can put it over—being this Miss ’Alvaf-l mean—-

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with Mrs. Copeland’s help and advice, but it might conte to a show-down, you see, Mr. Bellows, and because of that chance it ou . ht to be worth enough to fix me tor life in a quiet way somewhere in Europe or—or South America v maybe.” “We can underst/and, of course, that you are tired of work.” Bellows’ voice was smooth. “I am quite sure that we can trust you and I am convinced that with the aid of Mrs. Copeland, as you say, you will be able to Impersonate Miss Copeland. It would be 4

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quite unnecessary, however, for yen’ to live in seclusion after your agreement with us has been fulfilled. All the cities of Europe will be opesx to you. He was Interrupted by a moaning laugh from Bailie. “Not to me, they ain't—l mean, not on twenty-five thousand!” she corrected herself in seeming confusion. “Double it and I’ll play your giame for you; then you'll never see or htmr cf me again. That's a go.” iCon tinned fen Ow Keat 2aW#