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BfcGIN HERE TODAY Sallie Peck, employe of the air Deal Five A Ten, quarrels with her policeman 6we< theart. Michael Curtis. That nipht Sallie roes into the yard to take down a washing for Ma Brennan, with whom she lives. A crash shakes the earth and something strikes Sallie a blow on the head. When she regains consciousness, the girl finds herself in strange surroundings. A French maid calls her Alt a Copeland and Madame Copeland, a tall, richly gowned woman, claims her as her step-tiaughter. Sallie discovers that she has fallen into the hands of crooks and is being substituted for the real Alva Copeland. A man servant thinks be recognizes in Sallie a member of a gang of diamond thieves and helps her escape from the house at night. Michael Curtis and his friend. Captain Trevor, are trailing Sallie ar.d Alva. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY it t-w " EAR Mrs. Jennet: U “Sorry not to have let you know last night but I met an old friend of my family and am visiting her now. Please give my bag to the bearer. “Yours sicerely, “Alice Smith.” “Well?” Trevor looked up. “ ‘Welir ” Mrs. Jennet repeated. "I went straight, out to the elegantlooking chauffeur and told him tha* the bag had been taken away not half an hour before by a young man from the police station!” “But why in the world—!” “Because ihe handwriting wasn’t the handwriting of the ‘Alice Smith’ who'd come to my house the day before! I'd remembered it from the torn-up pieces of that letter she’d started to write, *hat I'd brought down from her room and stuffed in that vase, and after that chauffeur had driven off—and he went mighty fast—l took the scraps up to my room and pieced 'em together, pasting ’em on a sheet of heavy paper. Your friend's got that, too.” “Trevor,” Mike spoke in a suddenly hoarse tone, “I’d rather not show you this now but it is necessary if you want to question Mrs. Jennet further." He held out the large sheet of paper with the irregular scraps pasted upon it edge to edge, and as Trevor’s eyes fell upon it he shook and grew white. “Garin, my dearest," he read. “Come to me quickly at the address above and take me away for I am in great danger. I escaned from mother in the wreck of the train this morning to go to you, but a terrible man is following me and has twice threatened me. He insists that I am a

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woman named ‘Diamond Bess,’ of whom I have not heard. 1 dared not go directly' to your rooms, for I feared mother would wire ahead to have them watched when she found I had run away from her, so I cAme to this boarding house, and within the hour that terrible man has followed me and taken a room here also. Come and take me-—” The letter, the delicate handwriting of which had been growing more and more agitated, ended in a great blotch as though a tear had fallen upon the wet, spreading ink and a groan of despair came from Carin Trevor's set lips. He raised haggard eyes to his friend. “Mike, am I going mad! This is Alva’s writing, the little notes she used to smuggle me on shipboard, and the dear, quaint way of expressing herself. Great God! But I havg seen her three'times this week at *!er window!” “You seen a girl with golden hair who didn’t even you

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“BECAUSE HE NEVER COME | BACK EITHER,” SHE SAID. or understand your signals and who finally waved to you to go away,” I Mike reminded him. "Miss —Alva's : hair has been dyed black, remember!" ! "But the scoundrel who followed | her here! In heavens name, madam, ! why didn’t you have him arrested after you had read this letter?” “Because he never come bock ' either.” Mrs. Jennet responded simply. “His bags had nothing In ’em but a couple of bricks apiece and the bags themselves he’d bought at. a pawnshop ’round the corner the night before, as I found out later. I've got the young lady's two hid up attic. Do you want to see 'em?” “Not now; we haven’t time.” Mike rose,and dragged Trevor almost bodily 7 to his feet. “You know who this Diamond Bess is, of course?" Mrs. Jennet nodded. “I never" miss a case in the papers! She's that Delapierra jerwel thief, ain’t she? Bleached headed. ' fine looking hussy! How them society women’ll take that kind into their homes as trusted servants beats me!’’ ” ’Bleached?’ ” Trevor. still dazed from the shock, ey 7 ed his friend vague- j ly* “Alva’s hair was bleached a trifle, too. That wretched stepmother of ; hers made her have it done in Paris i and she grieved like a child over it. That is another reason why I should ; have known that girl at the window was not she. for her hair is a ruddy gold.” “What?” roared Mike. “Come, man! Let’s get out of this, for we’ve work to do at last! Good-by, Mrs. Jennet. Tharks for your information; you’ll hear from me again.” No attempt was made to molest 1 them on the way back to Trevor’s rooms, and once there the latter burst out: “My God, Mike, if she finished a second letter to me and went out to mail it, it never reached me and she disappeared! Do you know what that means? It means that she has fallen into the hands of that gang of thieves, the worst band of criminals in the country 7! Five days have passed since!” “You’re going to be a lot of help ! in getting her out, Trevor, if you go to pieces like this!" Mike clapped him on the shoulder. "If you could only think where it was you saw that ‘Fred the Ferret,’ whose mug y 7 ou recognized at Headquarters yesterday—?” “But I can! I do! He’s one of the I new servants at the Copeland house!” j i Trevor sprang to his feet. “I saw him | two or three times last week when the | place was put in order for the family to come home!” "And he’s one of the gang that Diamond Bess belonged to!” Mike supplemented grimly. “I’m going to get Long Distance on your wire—thank the it’s a private one! — and th*m we’ll be ready to act!” “Long Distance?” Trevor repeated “Shaftstown.” Mike nodded. “My captain told me before I left that If I found out I wasn't the whole cheese to get word to him and he’d help. Headquarters here owes him a ravor over a certain murder case and it pay's its debts. It’ll do for him what It wouldn't for me and I want a fujl raiding squad tonight!” “What for?” demanded Trevor, “A few plainclothes men could go to the Copeland house and nab the Ferret, but if he doesn’t know where your girl is or—or mine neither—Great Scott! That girl in the window!” “Exactly 7. There are three girls missing from the wreck of the Gotham Arrow; Miss Copeland, who was known to have been on board; Diamond Bess, who is supposed to have gotten on at Philopolis, and Saljie Peck—my Sallie—who was out in the yard when the derailed train dfashed in upon her. The poor creature who lies burled in Sallie’s grave was iden- | tided only by her hair—and It was bleached, although the old woman who made the identification was too griefstricken to notice it. That’s what ! started me on this hunt, for Sallie’s | hair is natural and ruddy gold! Miss ; Copeland’s was dyed black the same day, so that lets her out even if we didn’t know any more. The third girl —the - girl at the window—is Sallie, •?? be nevet 'ef’ Shaftstown of her own free will! The police of the city here wouldn’t , ,ke a chance on raid int a family of such prominence for

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the sake of a Uttle shopgirl from a small town, with no real proof that she’s there, but by the Lord, I will! I’m going to raid the Copeland’s like a den of thieves and we’ll make them talk!” CHAPTER XI Therose Speaks To the anxious Mike it seemed an unconscionable time before he was put through on the wire to police headquarters at Shaftstown, and mean’ ul . ’xrin Trevor plied him with

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questions which tried his soul. “You don’t suppose she’s dead, Mike? That they’ve killed her?” “Great heavens, no! If you want to know the truth I don’t think it was she they were after at all, and 111 bet that gang would be mighty glad to get her off their hands right now if they could do so with safety to themselves!” ‘‘What do you mean, old man?" Trevor’s eyes brightened. “DTB you see Miss Copeland’s hand luggage on board ship?” Mike in-

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quired. “Was there a black traveling bag amongst it such as we’ve heard described?" Trevor shook his heal. “Well, I happen to know it was 3allie’s home Mies Copeland ran into after the accident with only a blanket wrapped about her and that black bag was in her hand, and Sallie’s clothes that she wore when she stole away to try to reach the city and you. I think she picked that bag* up at random, dazed by the shock of the wreck and perhaps imagining she was

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clutching ono of her own and didn't discover her mistake till she got up in Saille’s room. It was Bess Hllker’s bag, of course,' and there must have been some distinguishing mark on it that any member of the gang could tell. It’s known that she hadn’t disposed of four of the largest Delapierre diamonds, worth a small fortune in themselves, and surmised that she had them with her in the wreck of the Gotham Arrow. Common sense would tell you that she’d probably wear them In a belt or about her

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neck, but her gang must have been WlJd when one of their number saw her bag in a stranger’s hands, and dared anything to get it back, realizing the remote possibility that the diamonds were concealed in it.” "Would they dare let her go alive, though, after once abducting her?” It was the question which Mike had been dreading, but he was saved the necessity of a reply by the telephone bell summoning him to his call. He returned with a sly twinkle in his eyes.

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"The captain doesn't know T oun* here to find Sallie; I wouldn't telb him why I wanted leave, but Just now* when I mentioned the Delaplerre case he went up in the air. WeTl hear fireworks from headquarters now. pretty soon!’ "I hope so!” Trevor exclaimed. “TO be wish you and j£ the Ferret won't talk and tne police can’t make him. 1 can! But how did you ever find the Jennet woman, Mike?” (Continued In Our Hast XsmMt