The spotted six; or, The mystery of Calvert Hathaway

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2 BRAVE AND BOLD. The envelope and contents-a shec;t of paper and a card-fell from his hand to the floor; his head sank on his breast. "Mr. Forster, you are ill!" cried the boy, springing forward. The next moment he saw that his companion had fainted. Acting upon his first impulse, he picked up the s heet of paper and the card. The former was entirely blank, but the latter bore this strange inscription: "The Spot.ted Si.-r Survives!" The thought rushed through Dick's mind that this mysterious communication must certainly be of a very confidential nature, and he hurriedly opened one of the drawers in Mr. Forster's desk and thrust it in. Then he summoned one of his f ell ow-clerks, telling him that he feared their employer was very ill. His first thought h ad been that Mr. Forster was a victim of apoplexy, but this did not prove to be the case. In a few minutes the mer chant had recovered consciousness. Gazing wildly about him, he in a hoarse, unnatural voice: "Where are they-the letter-the card?" "I put them in that drawer in your desk, sir," replied Dick, pointing to the to which he had consigned the myste rious communication. "Very good I Leave me." Dick and his companion left the room. "You and he haveh't had any sort of a row, have you?" said Watson, the other clerk. "You were in there with him some time." "Row I" laughed the boy. "Nothing of the sort. We had a mighty pleasant interview, I can tell you, and during it Mr. Fors ter appointed me head bookkeeper.'' "Head bookkeeper I" exclaimed Watson, who did not seem as well plea:;ed at this informati'on as Dick had expected. "Then what becomes of Burvill e ?" Dick hesitated a mom ent, not thinking it advisable to repeat what his employer had told him. "He has been retired ," he said. "You'll the ; reason soon." This appointment fo the position of head bookkeet>er was Dick Firman's first surprise that morning; the second came half arl hour later. He was summoned again to the tflerchant's private office, and greeted with these words, uttered In a harsh; peremptory tone : "Flrman, you are discharged l" CHAPTER IL 'taE SECRET OF A WASTEBJ,S1CET. If Dick Firman's employer had struck him, he could not have been more amazed. The smile with which he had the toom faded' from his face, and he stammered : "Wh-what did you ;ay, sir?" "l think you understand me, Firman," replied Mr. Forster, who was maintaining his composure with evident effort. "You-you said I was discha rged ?" ' I did." "But only a few minutes ago you appointed me head book-keeper I" . ''Yes; but you cannot remain in this establishment bookkeeper, shipping clerk, or in any other capacity. "Yo u cannot remain irt an}; capacity went on Mr. Forster. "and it is mY wish that you 'l!''o at Your wedi's .. .. salary will be paid you ; but you must not ask me for a refer ence.'' "What does all this mean, sir?" burst from the boy's lips "Just now you were 6verwhelming me with compliments; now you dis charge me without even allowing me the privilege of re ferring to you. I should like an explanation." "YOU will get none,'' was the reply. "I am not in habit of bandying word'.s with my employees. Leave' this office l" Dick had a hot temper, and it was thoroughly roused now. Approacl1ihg the merchant 's desk, he said, in a 1oud, ang11y voice: "I will do nothing of the sort, sir I I demand an explanation! '\viii have it I" "You will ha,'e nothing of the sort, sir I" returned Mr. Forster, his face flushing. "I am not accustomed to bei-ng dictated to by my employees. Go !" "I'll make you regret this to your dying day!" almost shouted the excited boy. "You'll be sorry before many hours have passed that you ever--"' He was interrupted by a smooth, oily voice behind him: "Shall I put the fellow out, Mr. Forster? Excuse me for en tering but I heard angry voices, and feared you were being an noyed." The speaker was Watson, who stood on the threshold, rubbing his hands and bowing low. "You put me out!" cried Dick. "You'd better not try it, Wat son, if you know what is good for you! I'll go out of my own accord, however, at once." With these words the disappointe d humiliated boy left the office. The strange events of the morning puzzled as much as they troubled him, but the mystery would have se emed still deeper if he had been a witness of Mr. Forster s movements after his de parture Having closed and locked the door of the private office. the merchant sank into hi s chair, and buried his face in his trembling hands, murmuring: "Afte r all these years! What will their nex t move be? I am lost!" * * At half-past that evening, Dick Firman retumeq to F'orster & Co.'s. As he expected he found no one there but old Mrs. R.iley, the scrubwoman. "Sure, an' did ye fergit somethin' ?" she asl

.tA VE AND BOLD. 3 He knelt beside it, and began examining its contents, w.ith nervous hands. In a few moments, an excited cry escaped his lips. Almost at the bottom of the basket, he had found the sheet for which he was in search; evidently, Mr. Forster had crushed it in his hand, with fierce energy, before he flung it from him. As Dick opened it, a card fell from it-the same that he had that morning, beari11g the strange words: "The Spotted Six Survives!" For a few moments the boy studied the mysterious inscription attentively. It was written in a bold, firm, masculine hand, and each word was underlined. "'The Spotted Six Survives,'" muttered the boy. "Now, what the mischief can that mean? Let me take a look at the paper; perhaps that will tell the secret." But it did not. The sheet was perfectly blank; in fact, it was in precisely the samecondition in which Mr. Forster had received it, except that, burned exactly in its center, there was a small, round hole, about half an inch in diameter. ''I'll unearth the mystery before I'm done1!" cried Dick, as he arose and pnt the paper and card in his pocket. Then it occurred to him that he ought, if possible, to possess himself of the envelope in which the blank sheet and the card had been inclosed. He had no difficulty in finding it in the waste-paper basket. The superscription was in the same handwriting as that upon the card ; the I)o5tmark was New York. "I'll keep this, too," said Dick, thrusting the envelope into his pocket; ''and it'll be hard luck if I don't get to the bottom of this business, sooner or later." He hurried out of the store, scarcely heeding Mrs. Riley's good natured "Good-night, an' good luck ter ye." The first thing that met Dick Firman's eyes in the paper the next morning was this heading: "ANOTHER MURDER MYSTERY. "STJl,\NGE ASSASSINATION OF BASIL FORSTER." CHAPTER III. ENOS GRITMAN, THE MYSTERY. The murder of the merchant-philanthropist, Basil Forster, sented many strange features. He had found lying in his bed, a stilletto buried in his heart; and. pinned to his breast by this same stiletto, was a paper bearing the singular inscription: 1 "The Spotted Six Survives!" The first to discover the crime was Mr. Forster's valet, one Pierre Valette. who, when his master had failed to respond to his knock, had burst open the door of his sleeping-room, and found him lying dead oti the bed. Dr. W. B. Curtis, the physician summoned, testified, in substah.ce, as follows : Forster had been one 1\our when I The stiletto, which was an extremely slender one, had penetrated the arch of the aorta, causing' instant death. There was '"no ex bleeding. The theory of suicide is not be for a moment I t is a case of m : urder, and the crime was by some one well versed in anatomy. T-iJe blow was struck by a sure hand in exactly the right place to produce an instantaneously fatal result." The police were much more puzzled than Dr. Curtis; in fact, they were unable. at the time the report of the terrible crime was sent to the papers, to advance a theory upon any point, except the mere fact that Mr. Bas.ii Forster had died at the hand of an assassin. How had the murderer entered the house? There was but one door to Mr. Forster's room-that which Pierre Valette had burst open-and the key was on the inside. There were two windows looking out upon the street; one was locked, and the other unfastened, but closed. But the room was on the second story of the mansion, too high to be reached by any ordinary ladder, even if the murderer ha.d had the daring to raise one. These were the particulars which Dick Firman read at the breakfast table, and which effectually destroyed his appetite. To the surprise of the other boarders, who had been in the habit of "guyiPg" him on account of his phenomenal appetite, he pushed his plate aside and rose from the table, saying: "I don't want any breakfast." And he hurried from the room, to avoid questioning. "Guess Firman's in love," giggled young Beardsley, the ribboncounter clerk. "'Tisn't love," said Mr. Enos Gritman, laconically. It was s0 selclom that Mr. Gritman spoke at the table that every one started in surprise. "Maybe he didn't like his breakfast," suggested the l and lady "'Twasn't that," said lllr. Gritman, rising from the table. "Breakfast, all right; love theory, nonsense." And he, too, abruptly took his departure, leaving his breakfast almost unt ted .. This was the longest speech h e had ever made since he had betn an inmate of the boarding house. Enos Gritman was considered a "queer fish" by all his fellow boarders. He was a long, lank, smooth-faced man of about forty-five, who seemed to be constitutionally unable or unwilling to utter more than a word or two at a time, except on rare occasions, like the one just chronicled The only person in the house for whom he seemed to have any liking was Dick Firman, but even in talking with the boy his con versation was confined to monosyllables. Just what Mr. Gritman's business was nobody seemed to knnw; it was generally agreed by the boarders that he was an old bach elor, w ho had been crossed in love early in life, and was living on his income. After he left the table, his footsteps were heard ascending the stairs, after which a knock was plainly audible upon the door of Dick's room. Mr. Gritman was adrgitted to Dick's room. His first words. as he entered. were: "'Spotted Six!' queer business-eh?'' These words startled the boy not a little. "You have read-You know--" he stammered. "Know what you were thinking about," interrupted Mr. Grit man. "The 'Spotted Six,' wasn't it?" "Yes; how did you know?" "Saw yot.i reading account of murder-saw you start whrn you read those words." "'You are very observant," returned Dick, almost angrily "My business to be observant,'' said his fellow-boarder. "No offen se. Shall I say more?" "Go on: sir."


. BRA VE AND BOLD. "You have heard of this 'Spotted sGe before." Dick started. I knew it,'' went on his companion. "Don't want to seem m quisitive, but tell me all about it." "Why should I?" cried the boy. "Because I can help you." "How?" "You will see. But do as you like." After a few moments' hesitation, Dick related to him the singu lar events of the previous day. "Very interesting," commented Gritman. "You were right to go back and get the paper and envelope. Let me see them.'' Again the boy hesitated. "I don t ask from idle curiosity," his companion said. "But suit yourself. Dick prod1.1ced the papers, saying: "These only seem to the mystery." "No," said Gritman, a s he glanced at the burned sheet; "they it clear as day." CHAPTER IV. A STr.tANGE SVMMONS. Dick stared at his companion in astonishment. "You are joking,'' he said. "Never joked in my life," replied Gritman. "But--" "Wait!" interrupted Gritman. "Leave all to me, and I'll sa,,e you." Dick could not help laughing "You'll sa ve: me from what?" he said. "I wasn't aware that I was in any danger." "You arc.'' ''\Vh a t d anger?" You will be arrested on the charge of having murdered Mr. D asi! F o r s t e r.' The boy sprang to his feet. "But I could prove I had nothing to do with the crime!" "How? Where were you at the time?" "Between eleven and twelve last 11ight? I \Vas walking the streets; I wa'li so worried and excited about what had happened that I couldn't sleep, so [ tramped about till after twelve." "Did you meet any one who knew you?" questioned Gritman. No." 'Unlucky r "Why?" "Because you can t prove an alibi.'' "),,fo ?" "Now, my boy,'' and Gritman's tone a\1!lled ap.y one." "But, if I were really accused of murder, sir, they might help clear me," hesitated Dick. "They will ; but in my hands they will be far more powerful than in yours. Do you promise?" "Yes." "Good! I know you will keep your word." ."But there is one thing I would like to know." "What is that?" ''Why you said that this blank sheet of paper made everything as clear as day?" ''I will give you a partial explanation; the burned hole in the middle of the sheet gave me my clew." "I don't understand." "I am surprised. It shows, does it not, that Mr. FQrster held the sheet over the gas in his office, or over a candle?" "Yes!' "Why did he do it? Plainly, not to destroy the sheet, for it is still in existence. What was his motive, the11 ?" "I caIJ't guess.'' "Why, it is perfectly simple; it was because the sheet wai; cov ered with writing done with what is caJ!eq sympathetic ink, only visible when heat is applied." Dick uttered an exclamation of amazement. Gritman lighted the gas. "Now watch," he added. He held the sheet carefully over the #lame; in a few moments the writing began to appear Ufl011 its surfifee in black letters. ''Read," said Dick's companion, handing him the sheet. The boy read the following words : "BASIL FORSTER :-Discharge the boy, Richard Firman. within an hour after you receh-c this. Henceforth his destiny will be in our hands. The Spotted Six S1wvives !" Dick's a1mtzement was too great for wo1'ds. "You sec, I was right," smiled Gritman. "The letter written with diluted oil of vitriol, as I supposed.'' "What can it all mean?" gasped the boy "Why, this makes the mystery deeper than ever!" "On the contrary," said the detective "it simplifies the matter greatly.'' Gritman rose, abruptly. "Now,'' he said, "I am going to the scene of the murt;!er, to study the assassin's methods." "Can't I go with you?" asked Dick, eagerly. "JBy no means; that would be an unwise nwve. l n1ay not r turn for several hours; but, when I do, I hope to have news for you. By the way"-and the detective pp.used on the threshold "did you ever hear the name of Calvert Hathaway?" "Never." "You will, in all probability, often hear it in future. Pon't forget it my boy-Calvert Hathaway." With this peculiar injunction, Gritman left the room, and a few moments later Dick heard the front door 'close behind him. . "What did he mean by that?" mused the boy. "Calvert Hath away! An odq name! Well, I think I have me111(])rjzed it. I wis)1 he had !et me gQ witp him. Well, one thing is certain, I'm pot going to stay cooped up in this ro9m ti!) hi: i:omes I'll go out and tramp for an hour er -Jle put oq J:ljs hjLt, r;,m tjlree time, af!4 t)ie house.


BRAVE AND BOLD. 5 He rushed toward Broadway, in a state of intense nervous excitement, which no one who has not been placed in a similar po sition can fully understand. He had gone a bk,ek, when a ragged little urchin dar,ed out of a doorway, thrust a crumpled bit of paper into his hana, and ran away at the top of his speed. ;Before Dick could from his astonishment, the youn g ster had disappeared. Smoothing out the the boy read the following, written in a neat, feminine hand: "If you would have the mystery expl ained, go onc.e to the corner of Fifth A.venue and Twelfth Street. A carnage 1s await ing you there. Enter it without speaking to the driver; it will bear you to the writer of this note, who will explain all." "Well," gasped Dick, "my h ea d fairly swims! This may b\' ;i. tri1:k. 1 won t go! Yes, I will! I can defend myself if worse co mes to worse." Five minutes' w a lk brought him to the spot mentioned in the note. At the northeast corner, a coupe was .drawn up at the curbstone; a liveried driver was se;ited upon the box, looking straight ahead, and .apparently paying no attention to ;:my one. "Well," muttered the boy "if the note wasn't a practical joke, this is the carriage. I'll step in, anyhow, and take my chances of getting fired out." He was not ''fired," however, for the instant he closed the door the driver whipped up his horses, and the vehicle started <1t a breakneck pace dow11 thi: avenue. "This is a swell carriage," mused Dk:)<:, "I wpnder who it be longs to? Satin linings silver knobs, and everything else way 11p in G. But I don't see why the owner has it perfumed in suc;h a way; why, the odor siekenlng-yet it is rather pleasant, after all. What tn!l feel so sleepy? I---" His head foll back, his eyes closed, and he remaiped motion less. \"v' hen h e recovered consciousness his first sensation w;i.s of in timse h!!

6 BRA VE AND BOLD. you see, a very ordinary one. Why, I have a key in my own pocket that will open it." "So far as that goes then, it would be just as to ac cuse you of the murder as young Firman. But, if 1 may believe the newspaper reports, the door of Mr. Forster's room was locked on the inside?" "Y cs; but the key was on the floor. The valet, Pierre Valctte, insists that he heard it fall from the lock when he burst open the door, but we don t believe that. "You discredit the valet's evidence, then?" "Only on that point; we think he was mistaken. At a moment of such excitement, a man s imagination is often very lively." "Just so. Your theory, then, i s--" "That young Firman found the door of the room unlocked; that, after committing the crime, he put the key on the floor, and locked the door on the outside with another key." "Humph! That would show some premeditation." "Of course." "Well, what about the paper pinned by the stiletto to the dead man's breast, and bearing the words 'The Spotted Six Survives?'" "A blind, sir; a mere blind." Gritman chuckled "You seem determined to make your theory fit, superintendent." The official's face flush ed. "Two of the best detecti v es in this country-Fitzhugh and Reddall-have been studying the case; I don t suppose you would care to put your opinion against theirs?" "Oh, I should not dare be so presumptuous," replied Gr.itman, dryly. "I thought not I said I was glad y ou come, because I knew y o u \\"Ould a dmire their clever work." "Exactly." "Do you believe the boy innocent?" pursued the superintendent. W:thout replying, Gritman said : "I should like to visit the scene of the crime." "You may do so at oncP.. And the superintendent began the ascent of the stairs, followed by his companion. "Has the boy been arrested?" asked Gritman, as they reached the first landing. "Not yet, but Fitzhugh is after him now. This is the room." Superintendent Byrnes threw open a door, and the two men en tered the presence of the dead The body lay exactly as it had be e n found, except that a sheet had been thrown over it; this the superintendent removed. Gritman bent over, and examined the corpse intently for some minutes The stiletto still buried in the silent breast, and, transfixed liy it, remained the paper with the strange, ominous words: "The Spotted Six Siwuivesl" \\'hil, Gritman was reading and re-reading this inscription Mr. I d

_,RAVE AND BOLD. 7 Reddall laughed heartily as his companion paused. -.:.di y6ur alleged description is only a joke?" he said. "I never joke on serious subjects-or, in fact, on any subject at all," was the answer. "I have given you a description of the assassin which is correct as far as it goes "You are surely not in earnest?" I am always in earnest," replied Gritman, who was standing by the w"lndow. "And now I pe.rceive," he added, "that the murderer ha had a felon on the forefinger of his left hand, which has resulted in a upper joint." Oh, this is going too far," said Reddall, almost angrily. "You are turning this investigation into a farce." "Think so? You will see!" And Enos Grittnan sauntered oi.&t of the room, leaving a cloud of tobacco smoke behind him. CHAPTER VI. A MYSTERIOUS MAIDEN. More frequently than is generatly believed arc great coolness and unusual presence of mind engendered by a position of ex Jreme peril. When Dick Furman was. seized in the huge, muscular arms of the orang-outang, the terror with which he had witnessed the ap of the horrible creature seemed to leave him, and in its place came a quietude that_ amazed him. He was powerl ess in the grasp of the beast, whose evident in tention was to hurl him into the furnace Acting upon his impulse, he threw his atms arond the neck of the orangoutang, and clasped hi s hands tightly. The creature uttered a wild howl of rage, then bent his head and buried his teeth in Dick's shouler. .-Jortunately. the boy worevery .thick clothing, and the fangs of.thcdirutc .did not p enetrate his fleslJ; but, as the jaws of the in furiated animal wer pressed tighter, he uttered a cry of pain. At this moment a clear flute-like, yet imperative, voice sounded .. thr0ugh the cellar: "Zekoi" The orang-outang released his hofd on Dick's s houlder and gave a frighten ed look around." "Zeko '' rep.eatecl the voice. '"The br. ute dropp ed his intend .eout twenty feet square, plainl y yet fur_ nished. What particul a rly attracted his attention was a series of six oil paintings upon the walls, the subjects of all being similar, and in rather peculiar taste from an artistic standpoi nt. Each of them represent6d the administration of a hypodermic injection; a man with his left arm bared, and another-presumably a physician-in the act of perform i ng the operation. _.The faces of the we re all different, but that of the doc to! was the same in every case. At the farther end of the room was a large portrait of a fine looking, middle-aged man-the physician again. All these, and other details, Dick took in at a glance, but at ::tention quickly returned to bis pretty companion. "You may speak now ,'' she said, as sh! met bis questioning g!ance, "but be very careful."


), 8 BRAVE AND BOLD. '. "What place is this?" asked the boy, in a whisper. "The one question of all others that I cannot answer," was the reply. "At least, you can tell me what these strange pictures mean?" For the first time in their brief acquaintance, Irma smiled, re vealing a set of small, even, pearly teeth. "You seem to have a talent for asking indiscreet questions," she said. "I cannot answer that one, either." "Perhaps you can inform me wl]o that gentleman is?" said Dick, pointing to the portrait;. "he .11as a striking face." The girl hesitated a moment, then replied: "I do not suppose there can be any harm in that; his name was Calvert Hathaway." Dick started. "Calvert Hathaway!" he murmured. "Where have I heard that name?" "It is not likely that you ever heard it,'' said Irma. "And now, good-by; I dare not remain longer. You will be conducted from the house as soon as it is safe for you to go." "But when shall I see you again, Irma?" cried Dick, as he seized his companion's arm. "Never!" almost sobbed the girl, quickly releasing herseH from his grasp and rushing from the room. CHAPTER VII. A STRANGE ESCAPE. Acting upon his first impulse, Dick started to follow her, but the door was closed in his face; and, when he attempted to open it, he found that it was locked. "Can this be a trick?" he exclaimed, in a startled whisper; but the next moment he dismissed the thought as unworthy. Surely, Irma had shown the strongest desire to save him from his mysterious captors; perhaps she had imperiled her own life by what she had done. Dick felt that he had no just reason to doubt her. "I will wait patiently," he murmured; "I know she will do what she can for me. But am I never to see her again ?" This query raised a train of melancholy thoughts; and for a time, it is safe to say, he was less concerned about the dangers that surrounded him than at the reflection that he might never again meet the bewitching maiden who had take1i so strong a \ hold on his fancy. Who was she? This question agitated him more than the mys tery of his whereabouts. "I will find her somehow," he murmured.. "We have not parted forever-I feel, I know it! Aud no\v let me see if I eau't manage to get some idea of where I am He arose from the chair into which he had sunk, and began a careful inspection of the room. It contained no windows, and but one door-that by which he and Irma had entered, and through the girl had disap peared. Half a dozen chairs, a heavy oak table and a cabinet containing a few pieces of bric-a-brac, were the only articles of furniture in the apartment. "There's no clew, so far,'' reflected the boy; "let me see if this queer lot of pictures won't furnish me with one." And he began studying the painti11gs. Somehow, they possessed a strange fascination to him; their peculjar subject and the art with which they were executed, and which Dick was able to appreciate, gave them an absorbing in terest. The face of Calvert Hathaway particularly attracted the boy, and he stood before the portrait a long time, memorizing every feature. Presently, he observed, pafoted in one corner of the picture, in small, dark-red letters, a brief insc iption, which he was not able to decipher until he approached very near to the canvas, and which would not have been noticed by a careless observer. It consisted of but two words-"Our Preserver." "'Our Preserver!'" muttered Dick. "Now, what can those word' s 'Our Preser. ver !' Perhaps 'our' refers to the six men in the other pictures. But, from what did Calvert Hath away pres erve them? What sort of an operation is he perform ing in those pictures? How .did Mr. Gr itman ever hear cif hit:n? This whole thing seems like a dream 1 But it isn t one. V-.'hat will the end be?" The boy sunk into a chair, and for a long time sat buried in meditation. At last he awoke roin his reverie with a start. He consulted his watch and f01.itid he had been a prisoner in the room nearly two hour.s. "I can't stand this mu ch longer,'' he ex'claimed, aloud, sj:iring ing to his feet and excitedly pacing the room. "Where is Irma? \Vhy doesn't she come to me? She must, she shall I" He came to a standstill and closed his eyes. For a few moments he remained motionless, an expression upon his face plainly indicating concentrated thought. Then burst from his lip s the words : "She is coming! I knew she w ould I'' The next moment the door was thrown open and Irma .entered. Her beautiful face was very pale "11 could remain away no longer,'' sbe said, in a low, fright ened tone. "I felt 'lS if you were summoning ine." "I did summon you," repli ed Dick. "How?" "By a power I possess which you cannot disobey, For a few moments they stood gazing into each other's eyes in silence. Then Irma said: "We seem bound by some strange tie. When I left you I told you we should never meet again, yet you have ca.Ued me to your side." "Yes, Irma." "I saved your life,'.' "Yes; and I am more than aniious to prove my gratitude:" "Yet you might have sacrificed mine." "I do not understand." "Had you summou'ed me five minutes sooner we would both have been lost, for they were here.'' "Who?" "I eannot answer that question. But I must again tell you, Mr. Firman--" "Dick!" "Dick, then-that your life will henc eforth be in const

BRA VE AND BOLD. 9 she bids you, or you will never leave this place alive; obey her apd you will be safe." And the girl tore her hand from his detaining grasp and ran toward the door. "Have you not one parting word for me?" cried the boy, almost imploringly. "Yes. Remember this: 'The Spotted Six S1w11i71es!'" \Vi t h these s .trange words the girl-gently but swiftly closed the door behind her. For a few moments Dick stood almost stupefied. What did it all me an? Irma had uttered the mysterious phrase that had been written upon the card received by Mr. Forster and upon the slip oi paper pinned to the dead man's breast. / Before lie could recover from his amazement the door again opened and an old womai;i., dressed in a black robe, noiselessly entered. Her wrinkled and seared face indicated unusual strength of character, as did the deep voice in which she said: "Are you ready to obey me implicitly? If not, your last hope i s gone." I will obey you," repli e d the boy. ''What do you want me to do ? "First let m e blindfold you." '.'Very well." In a few moments a silk handkerchief-the same Dick thought that Irma had used-was b ound tightly around his head. "N0w l r t m e you ." Guided by the old woman, Dick left the room, walked through a l u n g passagew ay, a nd at la s t 6me r ge d in t o the open air. Then, still guided by the my sterious ;voman, he treaded a graveled path until his compani on's voice said: "You are now about to enter a carriage. Put_ up 'your right foot The boy obeyed ; his foot was placed O n the carriage step; a m _oment later he was reclining on a cushioned seat. "Do' not remove the bandage," said the old woman s voice, imtil you have ridden at leave five minutes. The carriage door closed ; the next moment the vel1icle ?tarted . Well, this is the queerest thing that ever happened to me!" Dick. "It si:erns like a fi:om a romanc e. Am I safe yet, I wonder? And shall I ever see Irma again?" This thought arouse d a long train of others, and. for several minutes the boy sat motionless, with bowed head. Suddenly he became aware th<1t a peculiar odor was perl!le:;iting the atmosphere of the carriage. "It' s the same that m a de me unconscious before ," he cried aloud; "but it not now!" He lifted hi s hand to t ear the banda ge from his eyes but before he co _uh:t accomplish his purpose his arm fell limp and Iife to '' his side, anci he fell back, again ;r victim i:o the sanic stupor that had overpowere d him earlier in the day. -When he recovered his senses he found that ihe liandkerchief had been removed from his eyes. He was seated in the same carriage in which he had been conVj!yed to the my sterious hou se; it was now at a standst ill, anda s Dick perceived by g lancing out of the window-at the corner o f Fifth A 1 enue and Twelfth Stree t. H e threw op e n t he door and sprang from the vehicle. The next ins tant th e ca rriage sta rted up the avenue at a raoid r a t The driver looked back. What was theJe so faJ;t1Uiar i his facer J.J1ck asked himself. In another moment it flashed upon him that the occupant o{ the box was no other than Irma, disguised as a boy. He started to follow the vehicle, but the next instant, faint and dizzy, he fell to the pavemerlt; when he had struggled to his feet the carriage had disappeared. "I'll go home and tell Mr. Gritman the whole story," he mur mured. "He may be able to solve the mystery and find Irma." CHAPTER VIII. THE TRIAL AND ITS ENDING. But just at this moment, a voice behind him said : "So h e re you are!" Tlie boy wheeled around, and confronted Enos Gritman. "Come with me," said the detective, in his usual qttict, collected manner. Linking his arm in Dick's, he walked away. "How did you find me?" asked Dick. Oh, I have eyes in my head," replied Gritman, "and I know how to use them. "But what is the matter?" For Dick had turned, and was staring with wide-open, startled eyes at a carriag e that had just pa s sed and from the window o! whid1 o nly a few sec onds before a girl's face had looked. "It wa ,-it w as s he! gasped Dick. "\Vho ? demanded Gritman. "Irma!" "\Vl10 is Irma?" "The girl who saved my life to-day. But I forgot; you don't know ab o ut that." "Tell me as quickly as you can; this may be of the greatest import a nce Dick hurriedly related the strange adventures of the day. When he had finished, Gritman said, with more emotion than the boy had ever seen him show : "Oh, if I had only known this a few minutes sooner!" "What would you have done?" "No matter. Oh, why did I not suspect the girl's identity?" "You know her?" cried Dick. "So they have a place here as' well as in New Jersey?" went on Gritma n, as if to himself. ''What .talking about?" asked the boy. "Nev er mind now; here comes Fitzhugh, a detective, and he evidently s uspects or knows your identity No resistance, re member." The detective, a big, burly man, came rushing up. Clapping his h:ind on Dick's shqulder, he shouted: R ichard Firma n, you are my prisoner!" _Gritman smiled rathei: sar:astica lly '"V.ery well don e Fitzhugh!" he said. meiodramatic, upon my word." The detective reddened. "Your comments are in bad taste," he said, with an almost venomous glance. "Very likely," returned Gritma n, quietly. "Now, th.:n, young man," said Fitzhugh, assuming his pro fes s i o nal demeanor, are you ready to go with me?" "I am r e ady replied Dick. "I shall visit you before many hours have passed, Dick," said Gritman, lighting a fresh cigar and strolling away in the oppo site direction to that in which Fitzhugh marched his prison e r In less than half an h our Pick Firman_ wa.s behind the bars. The next morning Gritman visited Dick, and found him greatly depressed. I


I O BRA V E AND BOLD "Don't give up the shi p ;" said the amateur, cheeringly "Keep -. up your spirits, my boy I" "How can I?" said Dick, despairingly. "vVhy, they all believ e me guilty." "Yes," said Gritman. "Evidence is against you, and you will probably be condemned by judge and jury-unless I can find evidence." "Do you Pxpect to?" ';I am certain I shall; but it may not be in time to prevent your conviction and sentence." "Then--" "\!\Tait! You will not suffer, whatever punishment may be meted out to you." "You-you meart that? You are sure?" "I mean it-I am sure. "Ate you willing to confide in me?" "Implicitly." "I will put you to the test at once." "Do so "I want you to give me a history of your lifo." Dick laughed faintly. "That won t take Jong," he said. "So much the better; I don't like long stories. Go ahead." "\Veil, I was born in this city about sixteen years ago. My father was lost at sea when I was only a few months old; my mother lived but five years longer. When she died I went to live with my aunt-my mother's sister-in Brooklyn. She gave me my education. On her death last year: .I found it necessary to go to work. I knew that Mr. Basil Forster had been an old friend of my father's, so I went to him and asked him for em pfoyment. He gave it to me, and-and you know the rest That's the whole story Mr. Gritman "Very con c i s ely told," said the detective, approvingly; "and it coincides exactly with what I had previously learned Well, Dick, I must leave you now, for I have work ahead of me." "But, Mr. Gritman--" I can t st o p any longer," interrupted the detective brusquely. "I atn goin g n ow. No matter what you hear, remember I -am going to s a v e you. And Eno s Gritman walked abruptly and rapidly away; puffing at a cigar that he had ) (!st lighted. * * * The courtroom was crowded to suffocation at Dick's trial; the case had excited much interest, aI\d opinion was against the prisoner. Dick's previous good charafte r, jhe l!ick of sufficient motive for the crime, the improbability._that a boy of the ag'e could plan and execute so daring a scheme-=:these points were' strongly dwelt upon by the defense. But, on the hand, the tl!at Dick could ri6t arl' alibi, that he had had a quarrel with his erri_p1oyer bnly {.e\v hours before the murder, and had uttcre d threa ts, that an en ve lope addressed to him had been found beside the dead b ody, and that the stiletto with which the fatal blow was struck was marke d with the "R. E" told terribly agains t the boy. When the e vide nce was all in things !_coked very dark for the pri so n er. The judgcs charge to the jury seemed fair and impartial. He pointed o ut to th e m that the evidence from beginning to end was purely circumstantial, that in some minds there might sti.11 pe ro o m for doubt that Richard Firman had murdered Basil Forster. But i"n the charge there was, after all, an undertone of cer tainty oi the priso ner's guilt that could not fail to the al ready strong prejudices of the jury. Just fifteen minutes after. tJ:iej.ury left the rpQm they: .. In reply to the q uesti o n, "Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon a \'erdi<;t ?" t h e foreman repJie4, in a trem, ... ulotis voi ce: "We have." "What is it?" "Murder in the first degree I" * * Two days later the metropolis had a fresh sensa tion. Richard Firman, the condemned murderer, had been found lying dead in his cell, and, pinned to his breast was a slip of paper bearing the words : "The Spott. d Six Sm-vives !" .. CHAPTER IX. A MYSTERIOUS PRISONER. The climax of public interest and excitement was reached when Dick Firman's sudden and mysterious death was announced. What was the cause of his decease? Who had pinned to his breast the bit of paper bearing the strange w-0rds: "The Spotted Six Survives?" The first theory advanced was that he had taken poison, having first fastened the paper to his coat. But at the coroner's Inquest it was decided that he had died from heart disease An autopsy was suggested, but this was prevented by the efforts of Dick's friend, Enos Gritman, \vho had been the last pers011 to see the boy alive. Gritinan s influence prevailed, and the body wa s interred without mutilation at the hands of the doctors. But the strange insc ription, "The Spo.ttcd Six .Survives"-the same that had been pinned by a stiletto to the body of Forster-still remained an unsolved mystery. Enos Gritman and the detective, met on the d ay of .. Dick's burial. ., . ... "Well," said the la.tter, clappiug Gritman familia.._rly :on t)ie should er, "I suppose y .ou are willing now tp acl):nqwledg'e was right?" ' 'UpOn what Point?" inquired Gritn1an. :: "Why, in the murde, case.". ... '.'I am noi:." . .. __ . .. "You don't mean that you still think Firman innocen t ? ". .'I do." "You only say so." "I mean so.'' "Do you believe he committed suicide?" "No."." .. .. . "Humph! l it had not been for you an au t9psy wb!Jld have been made, and th!! poison that the boy took would have been found in his stomach." . Gritman only shrugged his shoulders. "He did take poison," persisted Reddall. "I know about toxicology. and I venture to say I can tell yOt\ j\isf the stuff that caused his death.'' ''Can you?" "Yes; it was digitalis." "You are wrong." "Ah," criec\ Rcddall triumphantly, "I have t:apJ?ed you! You know what poison it was. Gritman, I will be frank with-you; I believe you furnished Firma11 with the poi s on he "took'' ; "You are replied .-"'


,f BRA VE AND BOLD. I I "I am not. You were the last person with him; he died only a few minutes after you left. I shan t gi ve you away, don t worry." "I am not worryin g ; I have nothing to worry about," sa i d Grit man. "Reddall," he added, earnestly, you are entirely mistaken in your surmises. l give you my word of honor that I furnished Firman with no poison, and further, that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, he did not die from poisoning. Do you credit the statement?" Since you pledge your honor on it," was the prompt reply, "I do. I have been wrong, so far as you were concerned, but I still adhere to my b e lief that Richard Firman committed suicide by poison to avoid suffering the extreme penalty of the law." I d i ffer from you." "Very well; some day I may prove the truth of my iheory." "How can you?" Reddall wagged his head mysteriously. You will see. Richard Firman is dead, but public interest in the case is still alive, and will be for some time to come." And the detective walked away. Gritman smiled in a rather peculiar manner as he watched his retreating form. "Yes," he murmured, Richard Firman is dead, but Calvert Hathaw ay still lives." * On the afternoon of the day following that upon which the conver s ation we have jus t recorded took place a pri s oner was seat e d in a cell in the prison at Sing Sing, his elbows restin'g on his knees and his head on the palms of his hands. He was a rather handsome young fellow of about twenty, though his features bore evident marks of dissipation. He was serving a term of six years for burglary in the second degree, and his name as recorded in the prison books, was Henry Earl. As he sat buried in meditation, he became conscious of ap proaching footsteps. With a start he aroused himself from his reverie and waited; he seemed to feel that the destination of those footsteps was his cell. In a few moments two men appeared before the grated door. One ;vas a prison official, the other a visitor. The latter was a tall, thin, rather carelessly dressed, middle aged man. Some one to see you, Earl," the keeper, gruffly. "Mr. Gritman!" exclaimed the prisoner, evidently somewhat agitated Yes, it is I." "Would you like to go into the cell, Mr. Gritman?" asked the keeper, very politely. "If you plea s e The door was unlocked and the detective entered, while the keeper walked away. "Why are you here?" asked Earl, in a shaking voice. "Simply to see how you are getting along," was the reply. "Have you no news for me?" "None. "My mother-doe s she know?" ''I have no reason to think she does. I can assure you that I have kept your secret." The prisoner breathed a long sigh of relief. "She must never know," he said. "She will not know from me, Ea.rl," replied Gritman, "unless you force me to tell her." "What do you mean? How could I ever do that?" "By neglecting to follow my directions implicitly, by allowing yourself to think of escape." .The young man started. "Escape !" he exclaimed. "Yes; you already have a plan. Do you think I do not under .stand your agitated excited manner-do you suppose I cannot read your mind? Be careful what you do, Henry Earl. You must serve your term here; if you leave this prison before that time has expired you will rush out to destruction." "How could I leave it, watched day and night as I am?" There was a l p ok of cunning on the prisoner's face as he put this question that d i d not escape Gritman. "You have a plan," said the detective, sternly "You arc contemplating an escape, and there are others with you." Earl's face reddened, then turned very pale. "Are you a fiend he cried, "or a--" "I am 1 neither a fiend nor anything else, except a man with cultivated powers of observation," replied Gritman. "It would not be difficult tor any phy s iognomist to read your face. Your scheme to e s cape may succeed, but it will be an unlud.')' thing for you if it does." "I have no scheme." declared the prisoner. "I am content to remain here until I have served my sentence "I wish, for your own sake, that you were telling the truth," said the detecti ve, but I !mow you are not. But keep your own counsel-only remember what I have said." "I shall not for'.'ot "I hope for many reasons that you will not. And now good by "\!\Tait one moment!" cried Earl, with more emotion than he had y et s hown. "My mother--" "\l\T ell? "She believes--" "That you are traveling." "What does she-what can she-think?" "\Vhatcver she may think she has made no attempt, so far as I am aware. to get at the root of the matter." "Thank God !" "And now, Earl I must leave you." And Gritman turne d abruptly on his heel and walked down th e corridor; while the keeper, who had been standing near, re locked the cell door. In a few moments the official overtook Gritman, and said: "Earl is one of the best prisoners we ha\fe; there's never any trouble with him." "I hope tfiere never will be," returned the detective, shortly. "I am sure there will not." "Never be sure of anything; at th j s moment Henry Earl is meditating escape And Gritman looked the jailer steadily in the eye. "D-

12 BRAVE AND BOLD. CHAPTltR X.. CALVERT HATHAWAY. "The young g e ntleman has arrived, sir." Mr. Volney Annison sprang to his feet in considerable excite ment. 1 did not hear him enter, and I have been listening for him Show him to this room at once." "Yes, sir." And the servant withdrew with a low bow. Few of the friends of Mr. Annison, the usually calm, dignified banker, had ever seen him as agitated as he now was. His cheeks were flushed, he paced the floor of his library with quick, nervous s teps. The door op e ned and the liveried servant announced : Mr. Cal vert Hathaway." At th e same moment a handsomely-dressed young man bri s kly entered the room. H e was appare ntly about twentr ye a rs of a{e h is hair wa s black nnd curling, a s mall dark mustache adorned his upper lip My d ear boy!" cried Mr. Annison, rushing forward with both hand s e x tended, how delighted I am to see you I" And I to meet you, Mr. Annison," replied the newcomer, with an air of perfect self-possession. "But your name has long been familiar to me. "And yours to me; in fact, it was a familiar ofie long before you were born, for it is the same that was borne by your father." "Yes, s ir. "It i s for hi s s a ke that we welcome y ou most cordially to New York; but I know we shall like you for your own.'' I hope so s i r. " You are a friend of our cause, of course, arid willing to become a worke r?" "You n eed not ask that, Mr. Annison " No, I a m sure of it. By the way, I have neglected one of our formali ties; I have not asked you the password." "The Spotted Six Survivru," said the youth, fixing his dark1 eye s on M r Annison 's. "Corre ct. And the grip?" "Is this it ? And the newcom e r took his companion's hand in his own ahd gave it a peculiar pressure. "That is correct, also. Well, my boy, we shall all do what we can to make your stay in New York an agreeable one, but there may be SOl\le work for you to do." '.'You will find me ready." "While you rema i n in New York you will be my guest, of cQurse, and that of our ?" I shall be delighted Mr. Annison." "Now yo u rrtus t allow me to present you to my daughter. I h ave told her to come when I ring this bell As he spoke, h e touched a bell upon the table. I have doubts ab o ut my daughte r,'' added Mr. Artnison, itt a l o w tone "I fear she has been guilty of treachery to us." "ls it possible?" "I may be wrong, but I fear it. You have, of course, been in formed of the case of the boy, Richard Firman?" Oh, yes "He was taken to our place on the other side of the North River, but he made his escape in a most mysterious manner; and I have suspicions that my daughter was concerned in the affair." "This is serious sir. "1t is. indeed. I want you, aftet you become acauainted with her, to gain her confidente and try to sound her as to her feelings toward our league. We will have a long talk about this later oh.'' "Very well, sir," replied Hathaway. "By the bye," he added, "that case of young Firman's was a very mysterious on e." "It was indeed," said Annison, with lowered brows." "Of' course you know he was innocent?" "Yes; you managed that affair splendidly. But his Ah, that is what puzzles us." "You had nothing to do with it?" "Nothing whatever." "But the paper with the words, 'The Spotted Six Survives,' that was found pinned to his coat?" "Was not placed there by one of us. That is a thing that alarms us a good deal. But hush! my daughter is coming." The door opened and a beautiful girl entered the room. "Irma, my dear, this is Mr. Calvert whom we have be e n expecting so long," smiled Mr. Annison. A s the eyes of the two young people met the girl started violently and Hathaway evinced no little embarrassment. Mr. Anni s on gazed at them suspiciously "It i s not possible," he said "that you have ever met before?" "How could that be," said Hatha\vay, "when 1 have but just arrived in the city?" "At first/' added the young lady, "I thought I had seen Mr. Hathaway before, but I tnust have mistakent "Of course you were," said her father, his motrterttary suspi dons evidently removed, "for he has only been in New York an hour or so. Well," he added, "I want you two to be friends, and I have 110 dotlbt you will be. You have one interest1in common, one tie that binds you as nothing else could. You understand me?" Irma bowed het head in silence, but Hathaway replied in a clear manly voice "I understand you sir ; anti I asstite you that Miss Irma will always find a true and steadfast friend in me." Mr. Annison touched the bell at his elbow, and the servant who had ushered the young man into the room entered. Conduct Mr. Hathaway to his apartment," directed the banker. When the visitor had left the room Mr. Annison turned to his dallghter. "Well, what do you think of the young man?" he asked, abruptly. The girl seemed much embarrassed. can I tell, father?" $he stammered. "How is it possible for me to have formed an opinion in such a short time?". "I do not a s k for an opinion," was the response i "I Oflly want to know your impression. Is it favorable or otherwise ?'1 "It is certainly favorable." "I am glad to hear it." "Why, father?" "Because I have formed certain plans regarding you and young Hathaway. He is the son of out preserver, )'.DU are. my daughter; could there be a more fitting uniorl ?" "Hither I" And the girJ. averted her head. "I wllJ add no more at presettt, but remember what I hnve said. From his appearance I judge that he is all I anticipated, a worthy son of his father. Do not forget, my child "I sh all not forget." And the girl hurried from the r06t11. Outside the door she pressed her hattds upon her temples. "Am I drenming, or am I mad?" she murmured. "it cannot be -Yet it must be I How can 1 be ftlistaken ?.:_yet how can 1


BRA VE AND BOLD. 13 right t If 1 arrt, help hirn I Oh, I must see him artd warn him!" As Calvert :ffathaway V.:as descend ing the stairs, i ust before the dinner hour, Inna met him. "I must speak wi t h you she said, breathlessly. I am at your service,'' replied the young man, w ith the utmost politeness, but without the slightest evid e nce of emotion. "It is my duty to warn you to leave this house at onc e ," \\his pered the girl. "You ate irt the greatest danger h e re." "\Vhat dange r can menace Calvert Hathawa y in the hou s e of his fa t her' s old est friend?" a s ked the vis it dr, with every appearance of surprise. "None; but you are not Calvert Hatha.;.,..ay! "Indeed? then who am I?" '1 not utter your name in t his hou s e CHAPTER XI. IN DEEP WATERS. In respoh s e to Irma Annisoh's imp a s s ioned word s Calvert Hat haway only raised his eyebrows with the air of an ex'peri enced man of the world; and, witl;lout the slighte s t evidence of e motion, said : u You seem to have vety peculiar suspicions regarding me, Miss Afll\ison." "They are not suspici o ns, they ate certainties," ctied the girl. "Indeed?" "Oh!" exclaimed Irma, a lmost te a rfull y why ate you s o unresponsive? Why will you 11ot speak freely to rue? ha ve 1 not shown myself yout true friend?" "YMt forget tlrn.t We met for the first time only an hour ago ," wa s the cold reply. "You deny having known me before?" the git! exclaim e d 'Very well, I have noth ing more to say." And she turned sadly awa y But the young I'han s eiteci her hand, and it was with a chang e d v oice afid manner that he s aid : ":.\1iss Annison-Irma-do not go like that I I-1 cann o t bear it. Yott have sa i d th a t you were my fri e nd a nd I believe it; do yo u not belit-ve that I am your s ?" "1 hop e so wa s th e lo w a n s w e r, a s th e girl Hfte

BRA VE AND BOLD. "Bah! he is some beggar. Send him away, Austin, and don't let me hear anything more about him." The servant bowed and left the room, and Mr. Annison again \urntl to his guest. But ai"ain the door opened and Austin e:.'ltered. ''V\ hat now?" demanded the banker, sharply. "Cannot Mr. Hathaway and I be left in peace a few minutes," "I beg your pardon, sir, but the yc;mng man won't go." "Won't go? Then eject him from the house." And Mr. Annison rose to his feet in a white heat of rage. "But. sir--" "Ga, I say, and do my bidding." "But he has given me his name, Mr. Annison." "What is it?" Austin produced a sealed envelope. "He would not give me a card, sir; but he wrote a few words on a slip of paper and put it in this envelope." "\\'ell, well, give it to me." servant handed his employer the envelope, which Mr. Annison, sttll flushed with anger, tore open. But as he ran his eyes over the contents of the paper the expression of his face underwent a rapid and startling change. "\\hat docs this mean?" he gasped, sinking back into his d1air. Austin manifested a respectful silence, but Hathaway said: "Nothing wrong, I hope, sir?" "There certainly is something wrong," replied l\1r. Annison. "Rc?d this." Hathaway took the paper, and read these words: "My name is Calvert Hathaway. The Spotted Six Sttrvi ves." CHAPTER XII. CALVERT UATHAWAY NO. 2. \\'ith suppressed excitement, indicated by his compressed lips and blazing eyes. Mr. Annison watched the youth as he read the curious message. He noted that Hathaway's hand trembled and that his face turned pale. "Well?" he said at last. "Vv' ell?" repeated the young man, meeting his eye without Ainchini:-. "Wh::t do you make of this?" "How do I know what to make of it? It must be a joke." "It is no joke; no one would dare jest on such a subject." "Can there be two Calvert Hathaways ?" ''There is but one." "Well?" "Either you or this newcomer is an impostor." Hathaway leaped to his feet. "Do you mean to insult me, sir?" "Be quiet, young man; this subject is too serious to waste words upon Do you dare go with me and confront this stranger who claims to be Calvert Hathaway, and who is acquainted with >t1r ?" "Of course I do." ''Then come." The young man followed his host from the dining-room; a few moments later they entered the apartment where the visitor was seated. He was a rather handsome young man of not more than twenty He was attired in a shabby, ill-fitting suit of cloth es; and his eyes wore a look not unlike those of a bunted animal as for a few moments he gazed from the face of one of his companions to that of the other. At last, the banker with extended hand, he bei;;an: "Mr. Anni11on, 1--" But the old &"Cntleman drew back, saying: "Y1tu claim to be: Calvert Hathaway?" The youni:man started. "Claim to be!" he cried. '1 am Calvert Hathaway; surely you do not doubt it 1" "I have the i:-ravest doubts." "You amaze me I Certainly the fact that I am in possession of the password ought to be enough to decide the question of my identity." "It is not enough. There is another Calvert Hathaway in the field." "He is a liar, an impostor!" exclaimed the young man, excitedly. "Where is the scoundrel? I must see him." "He stands there," replied .Mr. Annison, pointing to Calvert Hathaway No. 1. The newcomer sprang toward him with fiery eyes and clinched fists, but the banker interposed himself between the two young men. "Wait," he said. "Justice shall be done and the impostor, whichever of you it may prove to be, punished." "If you are Calvert Hathaway"-turning to the newcomer"why have you not presented yourself before?" The flush upon the face of the youth faded, and he faltered: "I-I have been traveling." His e\nbarrassment did not escape the sharp eyes of Mr. \nnison. "Your costume is certainly not tl1at of a well-to-do young man traveling for pleasure." "l have been unfortunate \?tely." "Unfortunate in what way?" "I cannot explain." "Humph I it is evident that you are an impostor. you will have an opportunity to prove your identity if Y< avail yourself of it." "What opportunity?" cried the young man, with seeming eagerness. "Mrs. Hathaway, the widow of Dr. Calvert Hathaway, will be in New York in a few days, perhaps in a few hours." "My mother in New York?" gasped the visitor. "I said Mrs. Hath;.way. Will you dare meet her, face to face, and assert your claim to be her son?" "Yes," promptly replied the young man, in a clear, ringing voice. "When do you expect Mrs. Hathaway?" "As I said, she may be here in a few hours, but I hardly ex-pect her before the day after to-morrow." '"I will call on the evening of that day." "Do so if you wish-\ you dare." "I shall be here, and then this wretch who has dared assume my name will settle his indebtedness with me." And without another word thq excited youth rushed from the room and from the house. I .Mr. Annison stepped quickly into the hallway. "Austin!" he cried. The servant followed with almost startling promptness. "Follow that man," ordered the banker. "You understand?"' "I understand, sir." And Austin put on a heavy ovel"Coat which hung upon the rack in the hall. donned a slouch hat and left the house.


BRA V E A N D BOLD. "He is one of us," explained Mt. Annison ; "and he is ready for such a task at a moment's notice. Well, my boy"-as he led rhe way to the library -"this is a most unpleasant business." "It is, indeed, sir; and it places me in a very disagreeable posi tion." "Yes. I will frankly tell yo4 that I like you, that all my prejudices are in yotJI favor, and that I believe this fellow who has dared to assume the name of Calvert Hathaway is an im postor and enemy." "I thank ydu, sir." "But come, my boy, let us change the subject." "With all my heart." "Irma and I are going to the opera to-night; will you not share our box with us?" "If you will excuse me, sir," hesitated the young man, "I s hould rather remain here. I am tired; and, a.fter a short walk, should like to retire early." "As you like, my boy. In fact I think you show good sense in your decision. The opera is a bore to me, but I go to please lrma." At this moment the front door opened and Ausfin re-entered the as cool arid colLected as if he had been out on the most ordinary errand imaginable "Back already?" cried Mr. Annison, in evident surprise. "Yes; s1r; I did no t have to go far." "The young fellow--" "Lives within a stone's throw of this house. May I have a frw words with you, sir?" "Yes ; s tep into the next room." They entered the apartment 'designated, and were engaged in a \\'hispered conversation for some minutes. "The fellow is probably an impostor," said Mr. Annison, as he re-entered the library; "what Austin tell;; me gives me every reason to think so. Yet there is much in this business that puzzles me." He was interrupted by the v oice of his daughter. '\Vhy papn, are you not ready? Don't you know that we shall tic Yery late?" Irma Annison looked tadiantly beautiful in her elaborate opera costume, yet there was a cloud upon her fair brow that could not be altogether attributed to her father's tardiness. ''I'll be ready in two minutes, my dear," said the banker. \il/ait here for me." And he darted up the .stairs \vith the agility of a boy. 'When she was alone with "the guest, Irma said: "You are not going with us?" I have asked your father to excuse me; I am very tired." May I say #I word to you before I go?" "Ten thousand, if you will:" "I haye overheard all that has passed. Oh, leave this house as soon we gone, and never return!" "You believe that fellow to be the true claim.ant tc the name of Calvert Hathaway?" "As to that I cannot say, but I know you have no right to "Irma, I--". "Hush! my father is coming!" "I was not long, was I?" smiled the old gentleman. "c;ome my child; sort) you V

16 BRA VE AND BOLD. Then the two men returned to the city, and the next morning James Reddall began his search for Richard Firman. * * * "' On the night previous to the day on which the two Calvert Hathaways presented themselves at Mr. Annison's mansion, the prilitm at Sing Sing was in a tumult of excitement. 9ne of the prisoners, a young man named Henry Earl. who was s e rving a six-years' sentence for burglary in the second de &Tce, had made his escape. The fact was discovered by the warden himself, who found one ef the keepers lying bleeding and unconscious in the cor ridor. Earl's cell door was open, and he had vanished. The alarm was at once given, anci men were sent out in sea rch .of the fugitive. When the keeper was resuscitated he made the following statement : "I was passing Earl's cell at about ten o'clock, when I noticed to my astonishment, that he had on a brown suit instead of the usual pri son garb. "At once I saw that there was mischief afoot. and I was about to give the alarm when he threw open his cell door, which he had managed somehow to unlock, rushed out and sprang upon me. "During the fight that followed, he contrived to keep his hand con s tantly over my mouth, so that I could not cry out. "At last he succeeded in giving me a terrific blow on the tem ple, a nd that's all I remember. This statement was treated with suspicion; it contained sev eral manifest improbabilities. The keeper was cross-questioned, but could not be made to c ontradict himself. His version of the escape, however, was not believed. and he was placed under arrest to await the result of a thorough investigation. Who had furnished Earl with the suit of clothes in which he had made his escape? How had he succeeded in leaving the prison? Though a thorough search was made for the fugitive, no trace of him could be found. A general alarm was sent out, including, of course, a minute de scription of the escaped prisoner; and that evening all the newsb oys in New York were shouting: "Woxtry Full account o' der escape from Sing $.ing !" Enos Gritman bought a copy of one of the papers and ran his eyes over the telegraphic report. An expression of annoyance and anger escaped his lips. "I knew it! I warned them, yet they allowed the trick to be done. 'Nell, if I am not mistaken in my man, I know what he is up to now. I'll smoke a couple of strong Havanas and try to decide upon my next move. It is a delicate game, but it will be strange if Enos Gritman does not win." CHAPTER XIV. A STARTLING DISCLOSURE. Of course, Calvert Hathaway No. r was no other than Dick Firman. Gr'.tman had given Dick an address in case he should wish to find him, and the boy went there. Fortunately the detective W:lS in. "Vi ell, what news?" asked Gritman. "Much; I am afraid it will not be wise for me to return to Mr. Annison's." "How is that?" J "The real Calvert Hathaway h

BRA VE AND BOLD. ":\1urdered my father murdered I Do you know what you are iiaYini, sir?" "But too well. Shall I tell yQu the name of his a$sassin?" "YK-yesl" "It is v alney Annison !" Dick leaped to his feet, almost shriekini the name; "Valney Annison l" "Be careful," said Gritman, down his The boy sunk back into his chair. "I bei your pardon, sir," he said, brokenly, "but I could not help it. Valney Anmson my father's murderer, you say?" "Yes. He was a passenger on board the steamer for the ex press purpose of disposing of your father before the end of the voyaie." "If any one else had told me this t could not-would not-ha ve believed it; but you--" "You do not doubt me?" "I cannot. But h ow did you learn this?" "For the present that must rema i n my secret. Do not urge me to reveal it; I cannot. Are you willing to trust me?" "I an1." "I am glad to hear you say so, boy, and I can assure you that you will not regret it. Well, do you now see th:it you have a powerful motive for pursuing this man, Valney Annison, to the bitter end?" "Yes, yes; but I am working so slowly, so blindly!" "You have the imp e tuosity of youth, and, if left to yourself, would ruin all. You must implicitly follow my directions ." "I will do so," said Dick, submissively "They han' already spoken to you of initiation, I think you said?'' "Mr. Anmson spoke of it." ./'You must allow yourself to be initiated, to become one of them. When you have learned all their secrets then we can strike." "But if, in the meantime, Mrs. Hath"-way arrives?" "As she undoubtedly will. Well, have I not told you that I will attend to all that?" "But the real Calvi:rt Hathaway-how is he to be silenced?" "Leave him to me," said Gritman, with a peculiar smile. "vVell, I place myself entirely in your hands; I am altogether subject to your directions." "That is as it should be," replied Enos Gritman, composedly, "and I hope you will not have another relap se. Now I must ask you a que stion: Have you yet heard Mr. Annison mention a certain Colonel Regent?" Dick reflected a few moments, then said: "No." "You are sure?" "Yes." "Well, you will hear the name soon, and sec the m:in. Colonel Reirent will, wit h n a few hours, be a fellow-guest of yours at Mr. V:i.lney Annison's." "\\" ho is he?" "Depend upon one thing, he is your fri end, and you may trust him implicitly. And now"-risingabruptly-"you have been gone 1mOuih. Return at cnce to Mr. Annison'_s." The boy involunt2rily shuddered. what you have told me,'' he said, "I cannot b.ear to go back." "Dismiss all such feeEn:is," said GritmaIL "Be what you seem, as nearly as you can. lm:J.gine yourself really Calvert Hathaway; act as if you were he. Everything de pmds upon you, now-the overthrow of the most cold-blooded, vindictive band of scoundrels ever united by a common tie-re venge for your murder." "! wi11 bamsh every thouiht but that!" cried Dick, in a thrilling voice. Dick Firman to Mr. Annison's house, with a heavy heart and many f.oreboclings. He hurried to room, where he passed a restless night. At the breakfast table he found Mr. _1\nnison, with an open let ter in his hand. After the first greetings, the old gentl e man said: "I have iOOd news, my b oy. My old friend, Colonel Regent, will ba here to-day. You must have heard of him?" "I think I have." "I have not seen him for years, and this is, indeed, an agreeable surprise. He i"s, heart and soul, one of us." Lat\that afternool), Colonel Regent arrived. He proved to be a tall, ed-faced, elderly man, with snow-white hair and whiskers, a halting gait, and a decidedly bad temper. He had ery little to say to Dick, found fault with everything at dinner, and made himself generally disagreeable; but Mr. Anni son seemed delighted with his companionship. "He my friend!" thought Dick. "Mr. Gritman did not know what he was talking about. That man is nobody's friend." He changed his opinion somewhat the next morning, however, whe n, at breakfast, the colonel found an opportunity to whisper in his ear: "Mrs. Hathaway will be here at six o'clock to-night. Go out a little before that hour. Return at eight, and all will be well." Before Dick had reco, ered from hi,s astonishmenti Colonel Reg ent was engaged in an anima ted conv e r sat ion with Irma; the boy found it impossible to get an opportunity to see him alone again that day At about half-pase five, in obedience to the injunction he had re ceiv e d Dick went out. vVhrn, upon his return at eight o'clock, the door was opened for him, a dark form rushed past him into the house, and the voice of Calvert H4thaway-the real Calvert Hathaway-cried: "i\Iy mother is here! Now, you villain, you will see which of us she acknowledges!" CHAPTER XV. A lllOTEER'S SACRIFICE. Mrs. H athaway reached the Annison less than hali an hour after Dick left it, and was ushered into the recep tion-room. where she wits almost immediately joined by the mas ter of the house. "My d ear madam," cried the banker, approaching her, with extended hand, T cannot tell you how honored I feel by this visit! I welcome you to my home, and sincerely hope that your stay heu will be a lolli one." Mrs. Hathaway, a handsome, and, evidently, well-bred woman of about forty, with a sweet. sad face, and dark, melancholy eyes, listleit,;ly took the outstretched hand, sayini: '"I thank you, Mr. Annison. But pardon me if I at once broach the subject nearest my heart-my son; is he with you?" Mr. Annison was evidently embarrassed; he coughed nervously, as he said: "Y cur son? Oh, yes, be is here." The maternal inst inct was strong within Mrs. Hathaway, and she took alarm at once. "There is someth ing wrong!" she cried. "I know it by your tone. There is sorpe trouble-I can see it l Oh, Mr. AnnisODi tell me what it is("


18 BRAVE AND BOLD. A hem!" c ough e d the banket. "Well, to be frank wit h yo u t h erei s a little-wha t s hall I call it-a little complication, b u t a word fr o m y o u will set e v erything right a gai n. "A wo r d fro m me I E x p lai n yo u r s e lf, I beg of yo u !" ''Certainly; b u t I-er i n fact, I think I will d elegate t hat task to a nother." "To another?" "Yes, to my old friend, Colonel Regent. You have heard of him?" "Yes, yes;" shuddered .Mrs. Hathaway, "I have heard of him. But," as her companion touched the bell upon the table at hi s elbow, ''why can you not tell me whatever there is to be told yonrse!P \\!hy send for this Colonel Regent?" "Well;'' said .Mr. Annison, "the fact is, I didn't know just how t o break it to you, and-and Regent volunteered to do it for me H e has a straightforward, direct way, and can telt a sto r y better than I can." I At this moment the door was opened, and Austin appeared upon the thr eshold. "Yo u rang, sir?" "Yes; ask Co l onel Regent to come to this room at once, if con venient," said Mr. Annison. As the ser\'ant withdrew, the banker turned to his guest, sa y ing, almost tenderly: 'You are needlessly agitated, I assure you. my dear lady: y0u have no:hing to fear. A little misunderstanding ha'S arisen. b u t --" "But I make i t clear interrupted a deep \'Oice; and, look ing up, .Mr. Annison and his companio n saw the tall form of Col onel Regent in the doorway. "I beg your pardon for my unceremQn ious entry,'' he added, advancing toward Mrs. Hathaw:iy; ''l think I :tm addressing--" "Mrs. Hathaway, allow me to present my friend, Colonel Re gent," interposed :.\Ir. Annison. "He will, as he says, clear ,up all this mystery-or. at least, he will help do it. And now, if you w'ill excnsc me, I will leave yon together for a short time." And the banker, ei:iden\ly ill at ease, hurried fro m the room. Colonel Regent, who was perfectly s elf-possessed, motioned to his companion to be The lady, pale and tremb ling, s;::1k into cha ir. "Yott h;;ve bad 1;cws ior me:" she faltered. Ye s." repli ed the colonel, as he closed the door, ''I h:ne bat! ne\\'s.'' Was :.\fr. Annison dcceiYing me? l s my o;on dead'" ''No; he live s ,but he is disgraced." "Disgraced 1 Cah er t Hathanay disgraced I" ''It is ;:is p a inft:! for me to sa y as ior you to hc3r it, :\'1rs tfathdWay. Bd''-with an abrupt change o{ tone-''we mnst kn0w each other better before \\'e "\Vh:tt do you mean'" Cnlonel Regent tco k from a \est pod>ct a sm :ill. vrlli: t case, whid1 he hande d to hi5 cornpani9n, say:ng: "Open it." The lady obeyed. But, as her ('yes r este d upon the contents of \ he cai;e, sJ1e started violently and cried: G od! Where did you get thi s .. ''Do you not knew?" "I CJ.nnot "I got it from him to whcm you g:in it." ''Fr0m--"llush! Do not rn<:ntion name in tLi, home!" For a iew m o men; s rcm)ine<.l silrnily g:lLlng 3t tlic contents of the ca ;e-t!ie il21f oi a gold ring. "Why d i d h e give i t to y o u, Colonel Regent?" she asked, at last. You and h e we r e b itte r enem ies." "You do not y e t suspect the trut h Eleanor?" s a i d C o lonel R egent, in a strangely tender tone, h is eyes fixed o n those of h is companion. The lady started, and turned white to the lips :':.\Iy God!" she cried. "You are not he?" 'I am." "No, no-it is impossible!" "Calm yourself, Eleanor." "But he is dead-has been dead many years!" "He lhes, and stands before you." "What awful mystery is this? 'Vhy have you been silen t all these years? Why havl! you allowed the worl d to believe y o u dead?" ''\Vhat was the world to me? You were all there was in it for me, and you were lost to me. Eleanor, when, in pa rting, we broke this ring, ea been in America ionger than you know, Eleanor. He foll into bad company here more than a year ago-very bad c:ompany. ,He gambled, and was a heavy loser. I n desperation, he all9wed ev i l rnunse!ors to prevail over him, and co mmitted Q ":\Jy God! ;:,, h2t crime?" "The crime that Gnited States law calls burglary in the second ;kgrec. He w;:s sent to the State prison for six years, but b nly : t ie,_,. hours ago he and is a fugitive fro m justice. I alor:e k1;0w his I alone can him. "l.; this ll'u:? Ts it possible?" cried M rs. Hathaw ay "Oh, Robert. yon ,rn;:ld n o t, yon could n o t, be so crnel as to trifle with the tenderest feelings of a mother 's _heart!" "Yo' u wrong me by harbo.ring. such a thought for a single. instant." $ aid Colonel Regent. I have told you the truth. Your son succeeded in concealing his identity from every one but me.


BRA VE AND BOLD. He gave his name as Henry Earl; as Henry Earl he was sen tenced You see, he felt some pride in the family name." "And, you say. he has escaped? \Vhere is he now?" "He will be here soon, as will alioa the other claimant of the of Calvert Hathaway. "The other claimant I What c;l,o ywiu m=? Wha;t o.ew myia-t4ry ii this ?" In reply, Colonel briefly miormed his companion of the '!lrrival of the two youths at Mr. Annison's, and of the subsequent excitin2' events. "And who is this xillain who has dared to rob my boy of his aa:mc ?" cried YI rs. Hathaway, in excitement. "Calm yourself, Eleanor. He is no villain, but an agent of those who have sworn to destroy the Spotted Six." "But why must this spy of yours take my son's name?" "Do you not understand that? Because, as the son of Dr. Calvert Hathaway, he will at once be admitted to the closest confidence of these villains." "\Vhy cannot my son take his place?" persisted Mrs. Hathaway. "Because he is in sympathy with the Spotted Six, and, conse quently, would not work against them." ''Oh, my God I" cried the distracted mother. "What am I to do?" "Follow my iristructions, to the letter." "What are your instructions?" "When your son comes here to be identified liy you, you must disown him, ahd acknowledge the other youth as Calvert Hathaway. At first, l\frs. Hathaway absolutely refused, but at last she yielded to Colonel l'legent's arguments, especially as that gentle man promised to save her son from further punishment. "I will do as you say I" cried .Mrs. Hathaway. "I submit; I have no-alternative." "A wise decis10n, and one that you will not regret in the end. And now fortify yourself for the ordeal that is before you; your son and his rival will soon be here." ; Just then Mr. Annison re-entered the room, and soon after they were startled by the s udden entrance of Dick Firman and Calvert Hathaway, as described at the end of a previous chapter. It was evident that Hathaway had been awaiting his rival's appearance. "My mother is here. Now, you villain, you will see which of us she acknowledges." It was with these words that the young man rushed pa s t Dick and into the parlor. The false Calvert Hathaway was very ill at ease, and filled with forebodings. If Gritman's scheme should fail-if Mrs. Hathaway refused to a.clmowledge him-what would be the result? He quickly followed Hat haway into the parlor. Mr6. Hathaway stoo d in the center of the room, her face very pale, her features wearing an expression of indomitable resolu tion. Dick saw at a glance that she was prepared for the sacrifice. "Well, young man," frowned Mr. Annison, addressing Hath away, "what is the meaning of this intrsion ?" "You told me that my mother would be here to-night, and I see that she is. Mother, why do you not speak?" "Mrs. Hathaway," said Colonel Regent, in clear, incisive tones, "which : of these two younji men do you acknowledge as your son?'' There was a moment's hesitation; then the lady, placing her band on Dick's shoulder, said: "This one." For a moment the true Calvert Hathaway stood as if rooted to the spot. Then he r ushed toward Dick, swed him by the throat, and bore him to the &er. CHAPTER XVI, TH FUGITIVE IN NEW TROUllLJi:. Hathaway seemed actually insane with rage. "You scoundrel I" he shrieked, as he tightened his grip on Dick Firman's throat, "have you really poisoned even my mother's mind against me? I'll have your life for this!" Dick was a powerfully-built youth, but he was helpless in thi: hands of his frenzied assailant. "Do not kill him!" cried Mrs. Hathaway, trembling frow head to foot with the violence of her emotions. Mr. Annison mistook this for the so licitude of a mother for her son, and, springing :orward, attempted to separate the two youths. In this he was aided by Col onel Regent, and Dick and his op ponent were quickly separated. Grasp in g young Hathaway firmly by the arm, the colonel looked steadily into his eyes. It was remarkable what an effect this fixed stare from those piercing gray eyes had upon Calvert Hathaway. The flush upon his face died away, and gave place to an un natural pallor; his muscles relaxed, his clinched hands opened, and a sound between a sigh and a groan escaped his lips. "I should like to speak with you alone a few minutes, young man," said Colonel Regent, quietly. "Go on." was the re spo n se, uttered in a hoarse, unnatural voice. "Perhaps our friends here will retire," suggested the colonel, with a meaning stare at Mr. Annison, who, together with Mrs. Hathaway and Dick, at once moved toward the door. The lady gazf'd0longingly at her disowned son, as she passed out, and Mr. Annison saw the look, but misinterpreted it. "Y 011 are wrong to fee l any sympathy for the my dear madam," he said. "Vlhy, he would have robbed Calvert here of his birthright. Leave him to Colonel Regent; he lmows h ow to de al with him." Colonel Regent did know how fo deal with his companion. "vVell. you see your plan has failed," he said, in a low, intense voice, still keeping his eyes on Hathaway's face. "Who are you?" cried the youth. "What are you-a man or a fiond? I feel as if you had mesmerized me, as if I had lost the uie of every faculty that could enable me to resist you." Colonel Rezent s miled faintly. "You mus t leave this house," he said, "and you mu s t not re turn until I send you word, I shall know where to send for you, for you will be watched. "But--" "Listen. I am your friend, though you do not think so now. Y o u stand on t he brink of a precipice, but I will save you from destraction if you obey me implicitly." "And if I refuse?" "Then Henry Earl, you will go back to Sing S1ng, under your true name." "My God I You know me?" gasped the wretched youth. "As well as you know yourself."' "You are in lea2'ue wit h Gritman I" uEnos Gritman is my friend, and we are working together in this caire. Well, what do you say? Will you obey or me?" ur see that it is useless to resist; I will obey." "A wise resolution." "When shall I my mother again?"


20 B RA V AND BOLD. "Soon, I hope." "And you will communicate with me, and explain thi s mystery?" "You shall know all ere Jong and you will thank me for what I have done And let me warn yon to be careful. The police are hot o n your sce nt; you are most imprndent to go about un disguised. It is a wonder you have not been captured l;Jefore." "I will be more careful. My one thought was to see my mother, but she has disowned me, and now--" Hathaway broke down, and buried his face in hi s hands. "This is no time for weakness," said Colonel Regent, sternly. "Con1pose yourself; you must go at once." "I am ready," said the young man, after a brief silence during which he seerh'ed to be struggling to conquer his emotions. "Then come." The colonel led his comp a nion, unresisting, to the outer door. "Be prudent, follow my instructions, and all will be well," he whispered, in parting; "disobey them, and you will bring destruc tion down upon your head." The next mom e nt, the door had closed upon the unfortunate youth. Calvert Hathaway strode down the street, after he left Mr. Annison's house, his brain on fire. Enos Gritman, Colonel Regent, and this youth who had taken his place seemed to have drawn a net about him from which it was impossible to escape. He wandered on aimlessly for more than half an hour, scarcely knowing in what direction he bent his steps. Suddenly his way was blocked. He looke d up, and saw a burly i ndividual before him, Behind the man, a carriage was drawn up by the curbstone Io another moment he was seized violently and pushed into the carriage. The door was closed with a crash, and the vehicle started .. "Who arc you?" demanded young Hathaway, when he had re gained. his breath "What does all this mean?" "That's all right, my young friend ," was the response, uttered i n a complac e nt, self-satisfied tone. "You 'll be taken the best of care of-have no fear on that score." Hathaway became alarmed at once. Springing to hi s feet, he cried : "I demand your name and--" He was firmly pushed back into his seat. and t h e cold muz zle of a revoker was presse d against his temple. "Softly, my young friend," said his companion, "if you don't ,...Arlt me to pull the trigger. You are trapped!" "I am under arrest?" gasped Hathaway. "You've guessed it the first time." "On what charge?" demanded the young map, assuming an indignant air. "Oh, don' t try any bluff on me," sneered his companion, "for it won't work. You asked my name?" "Yes." "Well, it's James Reddall; did you ever hear it before?" "Never." "Well, it's pretty well known among the criminal classes." "To which I know what particular cognomen you are traveling under just now." "Well, said Hathaway, "you can fin4 that out for right, my friend ; I know your te:il name, :u an y rate ." "And what do you imagin e it to be 7 "There is no imaginati ort a b out it; y our name is Richard Firman." Hathaway stared at the detective, with an expressi6n Of mingled astonishment and relief. Then, despite the fact that he still felt the muzzle of the te volver against his temple, he uttered a short laugh "Oh, that's my name, is it?" he said. "Yes, that's your name. Oh, it isn't so easy to fool James Redda ll. l knew you at a glance, in spite of your wig artd make up." "Oh, you did?" "Yes. I have been shadowing G r itman lately, and I am dead onto his little game and yours." "You think you have done quite a night's work, I suppose?" s aid Hathaway, whose seif-confidence had now quite returned. "I am satisfied." "I'm glad of it. I c:mt complain This is quite an amusing adventure." "You won't think jt so funny whert you get to jail." "Nor you, either, if you have any ptofessional p ride. I am rio more Richard Firman than yon are," "That's all right." "Yo u say I wear a wig; p erhaps it would pay you to exan1ine it.'' Reddall did exarnine it; then his jaw fell, and he exclaimed, In a tone of the deepest chagrin : "Can t have been mistllken ?" "It looks a good deal like it. Do you see any 'make u p' on m)' face?" The detective drew the slide of a dark-lantern, and threw t h e light into the y6 ung man's face, examini n g every feature ca re fully. "I've made a mistake," h said, at last, as replaced his revolver in his pocket, and closed the lantern. Well, I told you so." "I owe you an apology, sir." "That's all right, but I'd advise you to be a little mo r e careful the next time. If this thing s hou l d come out, it would be very likely to subject you to a gocd deal of ridicule Reddall's face crim s oned with mottification. "I wouldnt have it come out for t he world!" he exclaimed. "Oh, well, officer," said Hathaway, who. seeing that his real identity was not suspected, felt perfectly at his ease, "I shall not bet ray you. Where are you laking me, anyway?" "That reminds me l" exclaimed Reddall, and he knocked upon t he front window of the coupe. \;\,' hen the vehicle stopped, he said to the driver: "You needn't go to the station; just drive about the streets till I tell you to stop "I'd better get out here," suggested Hathaway, with a n a& sumed air of carelessness. ''No; wait a few minutes." "\Vhat for?" "I'd give a hundred d olla rs rather than have this thing get out;" replied the detectiYe, as the coupe again sta r ted. "Oh, set your mind at rest on that score; I shall say nothing to any one', Mr. Reddall." "Thank you, sir! But I want to explain a few things to you, and sec if you cannot help put tne on the right track." "What can I possibiy do? What do I know about the case?" "Perhaps you can do somethin a.. This. Riclaa r d Firtnar\, for


BRA VE AND BOLO. u whom I took you, murdered his employer, Mr. Basil Forster, w:i.s convicted, but escaped." Hathaway started. "Oh, I have heard of the case l" he exclaimed. "But I thought the young fellow died?". "So it was believed, but he did not. He was resuscitated by a fellow named Gritman, a sort of would-be detective, and is at large now : "This is a queer story," cried Hathaway. "But a trne one. And, remember, I shall ex,pect you to regard as confidential all that I have told or shall tell you." "You may rely upon me, sir." "I have suspected the truth from the first, and have been shad owing Gritman. I have found reason to believe that young Firman is an ittmate of the house of Mr. Valney Annison, and that he is disguised." "Ah!" "I saw you leave that house to-night, and I did what I seldom do-jumped at a conclusion. I shadowed you, saw YOIJ enter that saloon, witnessed your row with that fellow who followed you in--By the way, what was the trouble about?" "Oh, he and I had :m old grudge, and I took that opportunity to wipe it out," replied :Hathflwuy, glibly. "I am very hot-blooded, and often do things in the heat of passion that I regret after ward." "We all do Well, somehow, I had gotten it into my head that you were Richard Firman, and when you came out I carried into execution a plan that I conceived on the spur of the moment." "You are quick-witted," commented :Hathaway. "Well, I had the carriage there; you were in a scrape, and wanted to get out of the way, and it all seemed easy enough Well, sir, now you know the whole story; do you think you can help me?" Calvert Hathaway rc(l.ected. Here, it seemed to him, was an opportunity to revenge him self on the youth who had stolen his name, an opportunity too good to be neglected. "Yes," he said, I can help you!" "How?" "If I arrt not mistaken, I can tell you just whue to lay your hands on Richard Firman. Go to Mr. Annison's, and inquire for Calvc:rt Hathaway. You will, I believe, find that he arid Firman are Qne and the same." CHAPT:E:R XVII. MR. OCTAVIUS l!ROWN. On heari11g this, Reddall showed rrtore excitement than was ueual with him. He aimed to always appear phlegmatic, and to take whatever happened coolly and philosophica1ly; but this was too much for hirn. his con1panion's .arru., he asked, in a voice that shook, despite his efforts to control it : "Young man, do you know what you are talking about?" "Of course I do." "vVell, I-+-Excuse my agitation bl1t this is an important matter to me." "That's llll right. I shall be pleased .to give you any information in my power." "My professional reputation is at stake," added Reddall. "You are anxious to capture this young fellow, eh?" "1-Iore than anxious. \Vb.en it is known that I, alone and un aided . ferreted out this'' !IlYStery; and ar.tested the assassin of Ba$il Forster, I shall be a made man. Why, it will be the finest piece of detective work done in this country for years." "Well, I'll do what I can to help you, and I think I can enable you to accomplish your purpose." "When I have Richard Firman under arrest, I will gfve you a hundred do. llars." This was a most welcome offer to Hathaway, for he had less than two dollars in his pocket, all that remained of a small sum given him by those who had helped him to escape. "You mean that?" he cried, eagerly. "I do, of course." "Well, I'm not betraying the fellow for a price, but because I hate him. However, I need the money, and ihall be glad to get it.'' ---"I imagined so," said Reddall, glancing at his companion's rather shabby attire. Well, you may get it this very night.'' "To-night?" "Yes, if your suspiciorts prove correct, and I make the arrest Where can I meet you?" The detective was now in an uncommonly genial and liberal mood. He believed that he was on the eve of a great exploit, and would have been almost as willing to give his informant five hundred as one hundred dollars. Hathaway hesitated a few moments before replying. "Well,'' he then said, "suppose you give me an address, and I'll call on you." "It's all the same to me. Here's. my card." Hathaway thrust the bit of pasteboard into his pocket. "I'll call, then to-night, if that won't put you out," he said, hesitatingly. "Would it suit you if I came in two hours? It will be rather late but--" "That'll do well enough," interrupted Reddall. ",I'm used to receiving callers at all hours of the day and night. If 'I'm not in wh&n ou get there, show the card to my housekeeper, and she ,i,.ill let you wait, if you want to." "Very well, Mr. Reddall." "And now, Mr.--" "My rtaine is Smith." "Now, Mr. Smith I suppose you would like to get out." "I may as welL You will go back to Mr. Annison's, I sup pose?" "Yes." "There, I'd be willing to bet a good deal, you'll find the .;yOUili man yon took me for "If I do, I shall be more than glad to pay you your hundred dollars." "F ot' two hours; then, good by.'' And Hathaway leaped lightly from the carriage, which had stopped in obedience to a signal from the detective. When Reddall haci given the driver bis directions, he leaned back comfortably in his seat, and muttered, with a smile : "Well, if I don't win this case by sheer merit my name's not James Reddall Byrnes will appreciate this, if he knows what clever work is; and who can tell what will come of it?" With similar pleasant reflections, the detective beguiled time until the coupe drew up at the door of Mr. Annison's man sion. The n he sprang out, ran up the steps, and rang the bell, an ex: ultant smile on his face, as he thought of the triumph he was about to achieve. The door was opened by Austin. "A young gentleman named Hathaway-Mr. Calvert HathaWllJ -is stoooing hei:.e, I think?" Reddall, int.errpptively


22 BRA VE AND BOLD. "He is1 sir." "ls he in?" "I'll see, sir. Will you step in?" The stately Austin ushered the vi s itor into the reception room, then said: "Card, .if you please, sir." Reddall at once produced one of a large stock of cards wb,ich he always carried about with him; it was a rather dirty one, and bore the name, "Octavius Brown. Austin glance4 at it suspiciously, and, holding it at arm's length, left the room. It happened that Dick Firman and Colonel Regent were alone together in the library when Reddall arrived. As the detective's voice reached the colonel's ear, he started; when Austin entered with the card, he glanced at it, then murmured: "I thought so." "What shall I say, sir?" inquired Aus tin, addressing Dick. "I don't know," answered the lad. "Who can this Mr. Oc tavius Brown be?" "Some old friend, whom you have forgotten, I presume," in tc\1)osed Colonel Regent, quickly. "Ask him to be kind enough to wait a few minutes, Austin." "Yes, sir." Whei:i the servant had left the room, Colonel1Regent turned to Dick, and said, quietly: "I know who this Mr. Brown is." "Who is he, sir ?" "A detective." "A detective!" 'And the boy sprang to his feet. "Hush! Yes, he is a detective, and his name is James Red dall." "\Vhat can his business be with me ? "To arrest you, of course. But don't be alarmed; I'll see if I can't send him away." "How can you do that?" Colonel Regent did not reply. Gazing meditatively at the floor, he said, as if talk ing to himself: "I never gave Reddall credit for having shrewdness enough for this. How did he manage it? Ah, I believe I havl! it!" Then the old man rose briskly to his feet, saying: ''Leave him to me, my boy." And he moved toward the door. "What are you going to do?" asked Dick. "I aru going to see Mr. Octavius Brown myself." "If he is really here to arrest me he will not let you throw him off the track." "You will see." "While you are with him had I not better tr)' to make my escape?" "By no means; remain just where you are. If I am not greatly mistaken, your visitor will leave the house before you do." A few moments later Colonel Regent entered the reception room, where Reddall was impatiently pacing the floor. "Mr. Octavius Brown?" he asked, politely. "Tnat is my name, sir," replied the detective, with a look of surprise. "Are you sure?" "Eh?" "I asked you if you were s ure that your name was Octavius Brown?" "Do you mean to insult me?" Oh. uo, M r Reddall" The detective started; then he said 1 "It seems that you know me l" "Oh, yes!" "Well, it makes no difference; 1 am James Reddall, and I am a 'detective." "I knew that, too." "I am here on professional business. Is the boy who is known here as Calvert Hathaway in the house?" "He is." "I want him. The fact is, sir, I have discovered that he is no other than young Richai:d ,Firman, the murderer of Basil Fors ter." Redd;ill evidently expected his companion to show some emo tion at this statement, which he delivered in a most melodramatic manner, but Colonel Regent oly said, in the coolest way im aginable: "Dear me! Won't you be seated, Mr. Reddall ?" As he spoke, fie closed the door which opened into the hall. But Reddall sprang forward, in some excitement, crying: "Open that door! I don't propose to have the boy sneak out of the house under my very nose l" "Oh, anything to oblige you, my dear sir," and Colonel Regent reopened the door. "I only thought," he added, "that you might object to having a few things th;1t I have to say to you over heard." "What can you have to say to me, sir? I believe this is only a trick to give the boy a chance to escape, and I don't propose to allow--" "Now, pray, do not excite yourself, Mr. Reddall; I only want to say a few words to you. Do you know, I have a strong im pression that Calvert Hathaway will not leave this house with you to-night?" "It is a mistaken impression, sir, for he wi!L Come, to business; if you have anything to say, say it." CHAPTER XVIII. REDDALL MEEIS }\IS MATCH. "I wtll. Did you ever meet a man known as Van Turner, alias James Fox, otherwise 'Slippery Jim?'" As Colonel Regent asked this question, he fixed his keen, gray eyes on his companion's face, as if he would read his very thoughts. An extraordinary change came over Reddall's countenance; he turned first red, then pale, then he stammered : "No-yes-no I don't know; the name seems familiar. I-con found it! What has this Slippery Jim got to do with this case?" "A good deal perhaps. I am surprised that a detective of your experience has never heard of Van Turner. He was once one of the be s t-known confidence men in Chicago, and also had a pretty extensive acquaintance in St. Louis. He has served a term in the Illinois State's Pris on, and two in a penitentiary in the same State. About eight years ago, he made up his mind to reform, and he came East, and enter e d the detective service. His abilities fitted him for the work, and he gained some reputation in his new profession. He managed to cover his tracks well, to sink his past life so completely that I believe I am the only man in New York who knows that Slippery Jim and James Reddall are one and the same." Close that door!" cried Reddall, hoarsely, as he wiped the great beads of perspiration from his brow. I thought you'd want me to do so," smiled the colonel, as h'c did as his companion asked.


/ BRAVE AND BOLD. "This story of yours is preposterous l;' R eddall. "l:--1 deny it!" Your lip s do, but your face does not." 'Ycfu s;y that you are the only man in N e w York knows this?" asked the detective, after a brief silence. so." 'Who are you?" "I am known as Col one l Regent." 'Do you mean to make thi s thing publ ic?" "I have it for years, but have kept it a secret, because I thought y0ti ought to be given a chance to suc c eed in your new career; I shall continue to be silent on condition that you do not molest this lad, Calvert Hathaway." 'I will not accept y6ur terms," bur-st from Reddall 's lips. "This arrest will the crowning achievement of my career; it is a re ma,rkable case, and I am not going to lose th e fruits of my work!" "What good will the glory of having worked up the case do you if you are disgraced and dismissed from the force?" '' I will deny everything you ass ert! I defy you!" "Oh, very well! A word or two more, and then, if ybu insist, I will bring Calvert Hathaway in to you." "Go on." rii "your extensive experience "tis a detective, you must na\e heard the name o f Curtis Burrill." Again Reddall leaped up. his face purple with e xcit e ment and rage .. \V-what you m -mea n ?" h e stuttered. Colonel Regent was perfectly composed. "f only meant to as"k you a s imple questi o n ,'' h e sa id. "You want to know if I eve r heard name-what is it?" "Curtis Burrill," replied the colonel, plac idly. "No, sir; I never heard of it in my life ." -"Ah l : T hcrr I have been mi sinformed. \!\.'ell there is nothing more to be said: I will open the door, and 3iou cart step into the next r oom, where you will find Calvert Hathaway." Colonel Regent was about to turn the kn ob, w h e n hi s com panion interrupted him. "Wait!" he said, ion_ a faint ,:qice. "My head i s in a whirl!" "Oh. then. you arc in no co1idition to mak e an arrest. I will wa4t. until yci1 ate recovorcd; and -I can assure you that l\Ir. Hath-, away will make no attempt .to escape." "11tere -..vas. a short pause:, wltich was presently broken by'.. asked : ''What do you know about Curtis Burrill?" "Oh,. it would not interest you, since you never heard his name before in your life," repl ied the colonel, dryly. "Do not 'torture me; tell me what you know," R.edpaJ.l,-'al most appealingly. "Ah; then, yotfr niemory is improving! You think you have heard thc.-name of Curtis "Burrill before?' "Yes, yes!" (' you want me to tell you wh<:tt I know about him? \Veil, my dear sir, I kn ow all!" -"All!" "All about that big steal from the city, which you discovered, a n : d 'vhich you sai d nothing about becau se Mr. Curtis Burrill. the ringfead e r in the conspiracy. paid you a cool hundred thous:111d d6lfars to keep your mouth shut. You gladly accepted the hush m o ney. and you might be a wealthy man to-day if you h ad kept out of Wall Street. You see. I know all about it ; and I may add that I ha "ve documentary e,!dence of the truth of every woril I haVe said.'' ..: : .... :y-ou frHist. bt' satanic ma) es"ty. !". cxclai 't].l!!d RcddalL .'i' .. _ .... _:: w.. : :'>" "Oh, no; I am only a man who possesses the rare faculty of keeping his eyes and ears open-tl).at's all. And now are: you going to arrest Calvert Hathaway?" ''If I do not, will you promise me to keep secret what about me?" .,.. I have had possession of the knowledge a number of years; and I have never spokfo on the subject." "May l rely upon you?" "Yes. if you abandon these investigations in this case of Rithard Firn1art." "I will abandon them." "If you keep your promise; I shall certainly keep mine." "I ha Ye no choice; you have it in your power to ruin me." "That is about the size of it Mr. Reddall ." "Yo u need not worry. I shall not trouble Hathaway, or Firman, or whoever he is." , "Very good. I s uppose you got the information that led you to this place from a tall, smooth-faced young man, whom you at first supposed to be Firman himself?" "How did you know that?" "Oh, I have a talent for drawing inferences. It is so, is it not?" "Yes "Do you mind telling me) ust how you m et that young man?" "No; though I suppo&e you know all about it already." "lf I did, 1 should not as k you." "Well, it was like this." and Reddall went on to give his com pani o n the particulars of his interview with the real Calvert f!ath away. When he had finished, Colonel remarked : ; .. ''Humph! You ha ve a f ew things to learn yet, Mr. Reddall." "What do you rriean ?" "You have h eard of Henry Earl, r suppose?" "The tell ow wh.o escaped from Sing Sing a da-y or two Oh, yes'." "Well. that was Henry Earl." "Is it possible?" "I-kn{'.lw what I amtalk ing about, Mr. Reddall." ''Then l 'm in fuck l" "How is H1at ?!.' "In an h oti-r the young fe lk>\'i will be at my room s to: recei ve so me moheyT promi cd liim." ''For giving you the inform atio n about Ri cha rd Firman, eh?!f "Yes. Then 1 can put the bracelets on him." "Use your own discre tio n : Mr: Reddan." I'll be off at once: : This chance; at l east, -shal1 not be Jost Yott \Viii not forget otir agreement, Colo'nel Regent?'' See that you do not." "Do n t worry about me. You are certainly a remarkable man, colonel; you should have been a detective." Thank you. Good night." \Vhen his visitor had ldt the house, Colonel Regent returned to the iibrary, where Dick was awaiting him. \Veil?"' question ed the boy, breathles sly. "It is all right ;" said the colonel; "he has -gone." "Jle \Vas really her e to arrest .-" "\'"rs.'' ''How did you get rid of hi1;, ?" ''Thnt would be a l ong story I put hiii.1 off the track." At this moment the door opened, and ::Vlrs. Hnthaway entered the i:oom. Her cheeks were aflame, h e r eyes blazing with anger, as she ;. c onfronted Colonel Regent. \Vretch !" she cried. "You have sacrificed my have


BRAVE AND BOLD. deli:vered him over to the authorities! I overheard it all. I will silent no loi.ger You have broken my heart, and I will destroy you !" CHAPTER XIX. G R E E K M E E T S G RO: E K barroom, where he made hi'rnself a welcome guest by ordering drinks until the last penny of his slendt;T stock of cash was gone. Then he left the pkice, not stupefied, but fired, by the liquor he had consumed, and relieved by the news he had accidentally learned-that the officer h). had krtoeke? ser!seless in the other barroom had not been killed, or even much injure&. "No)V, then," he muttered, as he ent_ ered the street, and shiv. Mrs. Hathaway's impassioned exclamation seemed to have no eringly turned up the collar 'Of his thin coat-for the night had effc!ct upon Colonel Regent; he only smiled quietly, saying: grown cold-"for my detective. This hasn"t been a bad evening's "You are excited, my dear madam." work for me. After I get th6 hundred, I'll furnish myself with "Who would not be excited, desperate," cried the lady, "at the some sort ot a .. disguise. l'Ye been lucky in escaping detection prospect of the ruin of an only son?" thus far, but I can t expect that sort of thing to last. And. after "If your son is riuned, it will be your own fault," said I procure mY what shall I do? I"ll go ba"ci: and fo;ce my colonel. mo .ther. to tell me {\"11y she disowned me and that this "You have betrayed him to the police!" fellow-this murde rer Firman-"-'\Vr ?" he said; sadly. her. nights .at home; her hours in the qetective's establishmenl "If you do not hate me, why are yo"u doing that which makes were us1ially from early morning until ten o;clock in the e1ening. me the unhappiest mother in the world?" I would h'a,re come sooner," replied the young man, 'b nt-I "I didn t suppose I should find yoi1 any earlier." _. am acting for your best good, and for your son's," rep lied \V e il, it's all right, since you're here at last." the col01;el. "Leave all to me, and I will save him, and restore "Ha;e you made the-arrest?" asked Hathawa); arrxi6usly. Jleace of mind." - Mrs. Hathaway seemed for some moments to be reflecting "How is that?" d eeply; at last she said, in a tone in which there was more of de spair than of hope : "I have no alternate. I must tn;st you." "You will not regret it. 'But hush; our host is coming." Mr: Annison, who had been out dLiring the excited interview between Reddall, the detective, and CoLOnel Regent, had just foentered the house. 1 "Yes, Robert, I will trus t you," murmured Mrs. Hatha\vay; then she turned to meet their host, a nd the stibj ect wasdropped. * * * eantime, Calvert Hathaway had b e en impatiently a\vait ing the hour appointed for his interview with James Reddall. Among the bad habits acquired by young Hathaway dur_ i _ng hi s tour. round the world was a love of alcohol. At this momentous period of his career he cra\ ed the unnatural st imulant more than usually, and most of the time that intervened between his partina from Reddall and start for the rendezvous, he spent in a -"It was all a mistake." "What was all a mistake?" "Theyoung fellow was not Richard-Firinan at all.'.' "Not Richard Firman! You have been deceived!" Hathaway. "No, only ... "Humph! Two serious mistakes in one e,vening,'.'. sneered the young man. "Thafs a rather bad record for a detective of any repute." Hathaway had begun to feel ill natu1'.cd as he saw his pro s pect of eaniing the 11l;ndred dolh1rs vanishing. "Qh, \yell, mistakes can be recrtifiecl sometimes," said Reddall, quiet!>; "At any rate, you shall not be a loser :; You rriean-" "Trrit : 1 you tl\e hilndred I proinised yon, aithough y our information proved erroneous." Hathaway stared at his companion in astonishment.


BRAVE AND BOLD. 25 "That is certainly very good of you,'' he .said. "I do need the money, but--" "Oh, you must not refuse to accept it." And Reddall opened a drawer in the table beside 1Yhich he was sitting, and took from it a large roll of b i lls. Hathaway watched him, with greedy eyes, as h e slowly a n d de Jib;rately counted out one hundred dollars. Herc you arc, my young friend," said the detective, extending the money to his companion As Hathaway stretched out his hand to receive it, Reddall, with a sudden cha:uge of front, attempted to clasp upon his wrists a pair of handcutfs, which, until this moment, he had, by a species of legerdemain, managed to hide. Ilut the young man was too quick for him. J,eaping to his feet, he cried: "'No, r9u don't! I suspected you, and now I see I was right." Reddall quickly arose, Stepped to the door, and placed his agatnst it. "That's all right, my boy," he said. "You're my prisone r whether you like it or not." "Am .I?" said Hathaway, a look of de t ermination o n his tightly compressed lips. "You c,ertainly are. I knaw you." ' Oh, fou do? And who am I?" "Henry Ea.i;:I, who escapee! from Sing Sing not v e ry long ago." Hathaway's worst fears were realized; he was kno\vn 1iiistaken !" he stammered .. "Oh, no; I'm not," saicfthe "I knew you from the first; I thought you woldh't escape me This haQ. t h e effect of maddening the young man "So I have de1iberately \valked into a trap, have I?" he cried. "That's just what you have done "But I am not caught yet." "Oh, you are," laughed perfectly confi d e n t that the hardest part of his task was over. "You are my prisoner." "Not yet.''. "Don't allow yourself to i n dulge in any thoughts of r esistance," said the detectiv e with his most determined air, "for I don't pro pose to permit a n ything of the sort," .. "How are you going to prevent asked Hathaway, in his eyes a look that would have some men that he was in a desperate frame of mind, a ment;il condition in which he would llcsitate at nothing "By means of this And Reddall suddenly produced a revolver, and lq;-ele d it at the young man's head. But, as quick as thought, !Iathawa,y S(Jrang fornard. dashed the weapon from his hand, and clutched him by the throat. Then followed a struggle; in which the frenzied ex-convict had from the first the advantage. In a few moments, Reddal! lay uncon s cious upon the floor, bleeding from a wound -0n the forehead. Hathaway bent over hi111, . "Not dead," he muttered; "probably not seriou s ly hurt. I must make my but first--" Be opened the drawer from 11"hich he had seen the detective take the money. The roll of bills was still there; the next momen t Hathaway had transferred it to his pocket. ;;Now," he muttered, ;i.;; he n1she d fr pm the room, "to revenge myself on Richard Firman! He has me a terrible wrong, but I _wm be even with him bef?re many hours have passed." CHAP TER XX. THE BEGINNING OF THE END. On the morning following the e v e nin g t he e vents of; which have formed the subject oft. he last few cha p te r s of our s to ry M r Anni son took Dick aside, and said to him, s m iling l y : "The great event is to occur to-night." "'What event?" asked the boy, puzzle d "Why, the event which should be the s ole subjec t of your thoughts-your initiation.'' "Oh!" Mr. Annison seemed displeas ed with t h is n o nco mm lta l ejacu lation. "You do not appear very enthusiastic,'' he said, the s ugges ti on of a frown on his brow Dick certainly was not enthusiastic, but he wished t o a ppear s0i and he said: "You are mistaken, s i r." "Of course yo u are,'' added Col onel Reg e nt, who en t ered the room at that moment. "You must remember, my dear Anniso1', that our yoi,mg frie n d is a st r anger to s u c h e xperiences aa those we have passed t hrough, and the S p ott ed Si x cannot to him what it is to us." "True," said Mr. A n nison, somewh a t mo llifie d "He would not be the son of his father, h owever," added the colonel, "if he did not enter, heart and soul, int o the work be fore him." 1 "I shall do so," said Dick, with a meaning w h ich C o l onel R e gent understood, but Mr. Annison did not At seven o'clock that eve n ing a closed carri a g e s tood in front of Mr. Annison's mansion; the banke r Colonel R egent, an d0D ick were preparing for their journey. "In an hou r Calvert," said Mr. A nn is on la ying his hand fa miliarly on the boy's should e r, "you will be i n the hea dquarter s o f the Spotted Six; in another hour you will be a member o f the organization founded by your father s o m a ny y c a n ago. And now you must allow me to blindfold yolL" Dick started, rather nervously, and a s ked : "What need is there of that, Mr. Anniso n ? "You cannot be_ permitted to know t h e exact l ocation of our headquarters until you are one of us." As he finished speaking, he bound a silk handkerchie f a rou n d the boy's Dick was then led by his two companio ns-the banker and Colone l Regent-to the carriage. '\i\/hen all three had taken their places, the vehicle sta rted at a rapid rate. Dick was forcibly and rather unpleasantly remind e d of that other memorable ride, when he had also been blindfolded. \Vhat would :.\fr. Annison say if he knew that this was n ot his first visit to the headquarters of the Spotted Six? If, by any accident, his identity as Richard Firman sh o uld be revealed he could not doubt that death would be his punish ment for the deception he had practiced In half an hour the carriage was driven on board a bound, as Dick knew from the direction t h e v e hicl e h ad take n for the New Jerse y shore. He cQuld no longer doubt that his s u s p icio ns as t o t he i r des ti nation had been correct. As the boat started, Mr. Annison said: "I think I'll step out on the deck and smoke a dgar R e gcnt that is, if you don't mind remaining wit h ou r young frien d here?" "Not at all," replied the colonel. "You see, Calvert," added Mr. Annlson, h alf a p olo g etically,


BRAVE AN D BOLD half jokingly, "we're obliged to keep you under surveillance for a time, but it will soon be over." "That is all right, Mt. Annison," said the boy, and the banker stepped from the coach When they were alone, Colonel Regent said: "You are nervous." "I am, a little," acknowledged Dick. "You need not be; I do not imagine that there is any terrible ordeal in store for you "The mystery that surrounds the whole business is what makes me uneasy," said Dick. "If I knew the purpose of this society, if I understood why I am forced to make this journey--" "You will understam;I all soon," interrupted Colonel Regent, "and will then know that it was your duty to aid me in overthrowing this band of murderous scoundrds. It is a sacred duty that you owe your father's memory You have not forgotten what I told you of Anni son's treachery to him?" "Can I evet forget it?" cried the boy, passionately. ''.Bear it in mind to-night. What Valney Annison did, he did at the instigation of the Spotted Six." "But what does the Spotted Six mean?" asked Dick, with un controllable curiosity. "That you will learn, among other things, to-night. :1\o more now; Anniso n is returning." A few minutes _after Mr. Annispn bad resumed his place, the boat lurched into its dock, and was made fast. A rapid drive of nearly half an hour folloived; as nearly as -Dick could judge, the carriage went in the direct.ion of Bergen : Heights. At last it halted, and .the boy was assisted to the ground by his two companions. and led up a short flight of stone steps and into --a \Vhich, he had no doubt. was the same he had visited before, and where he had nearly met his death. "This way," said 1Ir. Annison, taking him by the arm, and leading through a long hallway. A .few moments later, he was conducted into a room; and the hum-of led him to believe he had reached the meeting hall of the strange band of which he \\'as about to become a member. When he had been led a few paces, the voice of Annison oried "l-Ialt!" The boy obeyed; the next 111-0ment the bandage was removed from his eyes. \ii/hen he became accustomed to the !tight, he gazed curiously about him. His anticipations were realized; he was in the same room from "hich Irma had taken him, blindfolded,-'a few days before. The . that so interested him still hung upon the -"alls; imder the 1a rgest one was seated a venerable-looking m an; with long, white hair andbeard, and patriarchal mien. other ri1en were seated in various parts of the room; all eyes were fixed upon the boy, with evident interest. "Brothers," s aid Mr. Annison. "I have the honor and pleasure of to you Mr. Calvert Hathaway, the son of our pre server, i.vho desires that his !orig-delayed initiation as a member of out order shall take place to-night." -The eight men arose, and each in his turn took Dick's hand, uttering the one word, "Welcome!'' When all had resumed their seats, the old man seated under the large po rtrait at the end of the room, who seemed to occupy a position of authority, said: ''Le t tlie -roii be called." Eleven names, including those of 11Ir: Anni5on and Colonel R egent, were called; to all but one their owners "Prese nt" Vl'hen the name Horace Dunscomb, was called, one Gf -the members said : "I am certain that Brother Dunscomb -will be here. I ha\-e re ceived word from him that he has information of importance which he intends to lay before the to-nighe' Dick, who chanced to be looking at Colonel Regent, saw an ex-pression of uneasiness flit across his face. \ CHAPTER XXL THE HISTORY OF THE SPOTTED SIX.. As he observed that Dick was looking questioningly at him, Colonel Regent quickly ayerted his face; but, as he did so, there was a warning look in his eyes that was tiot lost upon the boy. "The first business of this meeting," said the old man, rising from his seat-he had answered "Present" when the name Richard Worthen was called-"is the of a new member. The only persons we ever receive, or ever can receive, are descendants of the foundets of our order, and there has not been an initiation of such interest to us all since the Spotted Six began its work." Again all eyes were fixed upon the face of Dick. who, keeping his eyes upon the portrait of Calvert Hathaway, maintained his composure with some difficutly "He," went on Mr. Worthen, "is the son of the ma n but for whom five of those present would now be ii1 their graves, th_e man we know as Our Preserver." There was a low murmur of applause; when it had subsided the speaker went 011 : "Calvert Hathaway, Jr., the son and namesake of the great nian whose untimely death we all deplore, is wo:thy of cvry consideration, every honor, we can bestow upon him. -_ __ "I pronounce him so because he is the offspring of the man to whom our charter members owe their salvation .fro111 death, and also for the reason that, so far as I have been able to learn, his own life and personal character haye been worthy of his most ancestry." Mr, Worthen paused; and Dick, seeing that something_ was ex pected of him, made a low bow. 'In accordance with our custom, when a new member is re cci1ed," continued Mr. Worthen, "the history of the Spotted -Six will now be r ead to him. Orator, I res i g n for the tinJe)n your favor." As the speaker resumed his seat, another man. a ta)!, g11-unt indi vidual, rose slowly unfolded a paper that he took from l:ijs_ Pl),Cket, and began as follows: listen to the -story of the Sp' otted. Six. "The name may seem a peculiar one to yo u, but when you nave beard the history. of our organization you will appreciate its sign_i(icqnce. . "Twenty years ago there existed a society known as the Invincibles. It was composed of one hundred men rt1embetship was limited to that -number), twenty-five Englishmer!, twenty-one Americans, twenty-five Russians, and twenty-l)ine Frenchmen. "The purpose of this society was to reform, by drastic means, some of the political and social -abuses cif Europe. All its members were men of wealth; -a!J had one object al object fo1'which they were ready to sacrifice anything even their lives. "They were a picked hundred, such .a body of men as has not existed since the historic days of Rome's greatness, such will, perhaps, neve r exist again. "Years were spent in btinging them together, an immense amount of money was expended to the same ei:id__ ''.When .all was done, \v. as one of the number-were a


BRA VE AND BOLD. band of enthusiasts so powerful that, had not treachery interfered, we should have revolutionized Europe; kings would have been dethroned, and the monarchical form of government swept out of existence. "Had we succeeded, aristocracy would have been but a name, instead of what it now is. "But we have a hope that our descendants will continue and end the work we have begun. "We were certain of success-too sure, as the result provedand not sufficiently cautious. "vVhen our organization was completed, onr plan of work per fected, we decided to first show our power by the removal of Europe's greatest autocrat, the Czar of Russia. "Months were spent in arranging our plans to this end -and at last all was prepared for the great move. "The man selected to do the deed was one who had contrived to ingratiate himself with the Czar, and who was...high in his favor; he was a Frenchman and his name was Pierre Maurel. "He was of low birth, but a man of remarka4te ability, and an enthusiast in the cause of universal freedom. "It was his desire to strike the first blow in behalf of the Invincibles. "Everything was arranged, our plans seemed sure of success, a day was appointed for \he consummation of our plot. "But, an hour before the time appointed for the removal of the Czar, Pierre Maurel was found dead in his bed. "What was the cause of his sudden decease? "The doctors said heart disease, and we believed them; at that time wc did not dream of s specting treachery. "We were, indeed, too sure; instead of attempting an investi gation, we drew lots to see who should be the next to make the attempt upon the tyrant's life. "The task fell to a Russian, and a better man for the purpose could not have been found. He hated the Czar-end with good reason-and welcomed his duty with the greatest enthusiasm. "Nearly three months were spent in arranging our plans; at last all was perfected, and a day was set for the accomplishment of the deed. "As before, on the appointed night, the hero, who was to have immortalized himself, was found lying dead in his bed; and, as before, the cause of his death was deelared to be heart disease. "We now, of course, became suspicious of treachery. ''Each of us suspected his brother, and for a time discord reigned. "But this state of affairs did not last long; we soon became con vii1ced that, if there had been any treachery, it had not been on the part of one of our numbers. "And what could any outsider possibly know of our doings? we asked ourselves. All our meetings had been conducted with the utmost secrecy and caution. "For weeks we dare d not make another move; but at last, finding no cause for suspicion or fear, we again resumed our task. "This time it seemed certain that the Czar would die. The man appointed to remove him was an American. "One night, while we were anxiously awaiting the tidings of his success, we wete horrified to learn that not only he, but ten others of our band, had died suddenly and mysteriously. "There was now panic in our ranks; we could no longer doubt that we had been betrayed-but by whom? "That question long remained u1,1.answered. "We removed our headquarters from Russia to Germany, and for months remained comparatively inactive. ,We had :secret agents at work constantly to ruscover who had been guilty of the treachery from whicli we had suffered, but their efforts proved unavailing. "At last we reorganized, and began work again. "A plot against the lives of the then reigning Emperor of Ger many and severai members of the so-called royal family was formed. "Everything pointed to success; it seemed as if the first great blow for freedom was about to be struck. "Every possible precaution to maintain secrecy was used, and we felt sure of success. "Suddenly, nearly all our members were taken serious),y mi within a few hours all were dead, with the exception of six. "How these few were saved, it is now my duty to tell you. "It was discovered by one of our number, Dr. Calvert Hathaway, that, through the treachery of another member, all our se crets h

BRA VE AND BOL D. "And this news is--N "That we have again been betrayed and deceived; but, luckily, the disco.very comes in time." "You claim that this young man is not Calvert Hathaway?' "I do." "Who is he, then ?" "Richard Firman, one of the objects of our vengeance, who tJntil now has almost miraculously escaped us." Then: was a of excited exclamations. "Firm[l is dead; you are wrong!" cried half a dozen. "You are certainly mistaken added Mr. Annison, "for Mrs. fiatl1away acknowledges him as her !lOIJ." "She did so under this man s compulsion," replied Dunscomb, pointing to Colonel Regent. "Bi1t will tell the truth when freed from his spell." H(re the i-uler int(rn1pt.ei;I. "This stQrY seems incredibl11," he aid, in sharp, tones. ,"Brother habitual suspicion h;is become a by-word among us; and on this occasion it has, co11ple.d with hi& wel!!mb has been mistaken." "Wait a moment," interposed a tall, thin, delicate-looking man wearing gold-mounted eyegl;isses, as he rose from his seat, and walking a slight limp, appro a cli e d the si1bject of the dis cus s ion. "That point is not qLJite yet, but it can easily b e He took from his pocket a small vial, saturated his handkerchief with its contents and rubbed the spot upon the arm of the all e ged Colonel Regent. who offered no resii;tance. "It is as I thought," he cri ed; "the stain was made by a chem ical easily remov(ld by the proper rne;ms. As this man just now said to you-see!" The discoloration had vanis11ed from tl1e b; arm. "You are evidently prepared, for an emergency, Dr. Matson said Regent, quietly . "Y 9u know me?" cried the tall, thin 111an. "Quite well; and I give you for a good !;lea! of il'l genuity. Yo certainly

BRA VE AND BOLD. "You know too much," he hissed, his pale face Hushing. "What I did was as one of the Spotted Six; it was an act of justice, of utribution, not a murder." "The United States authorities might venture to differ from you on that point," was the dry rejoinder, uttered in a tone that Dick felt sure he had heard somewhere before-but where? when? "It is very evident," on Dr. Matson, "that your purpo se here is not a friendly one, and that you realize that your game is up, You are not Regent. "I am not," was the reply, uttered in a strangely quiet tone. "And who are you?" As coolly as if the act might not have been the signal for his instant death, the pseudo Colonel Regent swept his hands over hi s face and removed the wig and beard he wore; at the s ame time his facial expression seemed to undergo a complete change "Enos Gri tman!" burst from the lips of one of the party, who simultaneously with Pick Firman had recognized the "Yes, I have been known as Enqs Gritman, said the imperiled m;tn, quietly, "but I bear another name. Can you not gues s what it is, W i;>rthen ?" And the detective approached the J'uler and looked steadily into his face. For 3 few momepts Mr. \Vorthen studied his features intently t hen said: "No, I do not know you." "Perhaps Valney memory will prove less treacherous t han yours." And Gritman turned to the banker. "My God I" cried Annison, starting back, "it cannot be!" You know me?" ,Robert Firman!" "Y cs, I am Robert Firman, the man you you had mur dered, but who has lived all these years for but one thingrevenge !" "Only tQ at last!" sneered Annison. "You have played a bold a daring game, Firman, but you have lost." "Not Y!!t," was the sententios reply. You are my father?" gasped Dick, ta whom this stq,nge seene seenml a "Yes, my boy, I am your father," <1-nq firnui.n both the lad's )lands tight ly in his QW!J. I a111 your father, yet it is I who lm:iueht you Into this peril." "From which neither of yeu will escape alive,'' added Anpjs o n. "We aee !'' At this moment a strange sound stq.rtle

BRAVE AND B O L D. "The sacrifice you ba\e offered is unneces5ary," he said. "\Ve shall both leave this place safe and unharmed, my son." He was interrupted by a wild shriek from the dying brute on the floor, who now seemed to in the last agonies of dissolu tion. "Firman," said the ruler, "you talk wildly; you do not seem to realize how utterly impossible it is for you to escape us. \'\That hope can you possibly have now?" "I am a man of many expedients," said Robert Firman, "and I have a strong hope; it is here." And he took from his vest pocket a small globule of about the size of an ordinary marble. "\N'hat is that?" asked \N' orthen, curiously, 1!:nd evidently not without apprehension. "All my life," replied Firman, "I have dabbled more or less in chemistry, and some of my discoveries have met with suc cess This is my last inYention. Within the thin glass walls of this globule is what I believe the most powerful explosive known; were I to dash it to the floor this building and all in it would be destroyed." ''Yourself included." said 'Worthen. with a slight sneer, yet with paling face. "Myself included," re s ponded Firman, quietly, "and my son, to save whose life I would give my own." "Then lt is evident that you will not dash it to the floor, so what is the meaning of this melodramatic episode?" "You are mistaken; I shall destroy this place if my son and I are not permitted to leave it at once." "And sacrifice your own life?" queried vVorthen. "Why not? You would take it and his in any case. Atlow us to return to New York without interference, and I will spare your lives; refuse, and-you know what will follow." "Bah!" interrupted Annison, "he is simply playing upon our fears. That little globule is not the deadly agent he represents it to be." ''You are wrong," said Worthen, qnickly and decidedly. "I !mow Robert Firman well, and I believe him. He has it in his power to destroy us, but he will not do it." agree to take no action against you for twelve hours. That will you a chance for escape, and that I will grant. But re member this, too-that, sooner or later, you will all suffer the punishment you deserve. I have worked for years to that endit has taken me half a lifetime to hunt you down, and I will not forego my revenge now." "You talk like a madman," said vVorthen, impatiently; "yet I hav' not l9st all hope that I can make you listen to reason." '"Perhaps yo u are presuming too far upon my patience," said Firman. "I desire to hear nothing more from you unless you wish to accept my terms." At this moment Valney Annison sprang forward and attempted to seize the globule; in the brief struggle that followed it fell to the floor It did not explode; a derisive laugh arose from the members. "You see I was right!" cried Ann:son; "he was only trifling with our fears. Now, fellow-members, I propose that we take decisive action in this matter." Scarcely had he uttered the last word when the orang-outang raised its arm and brought its huge fist down upon the globule with considerable force. A terrific explosion followed, and in another moment all preserrt at this memorable meeting of the Spotted Six were bu r ied beneath the ruins of the building. * * * "Help-help!" This cry, uttered in a faint voice, startled the diggers in the ruins nearly four hours after the catastrophe. The explosion had brought people for miles around to the scene, and for an hour sturdy arms had been at work in the atte mpt to rescue those who were belieYed t0 ho h11ried beneath the debris. "It's a boy's voice I" exclaimed some one. "Listen!" All were silent; in a few moments the cry was rep 'eated: "Help-help!" "He's right over to your left, John!" called out one of the pa'fty "Dig there, but be careful." The order was obey e d with a will, and a few minutes later a "That will depend entirely upon yourselves," suid Firman. boy was dragged from the ruins. 'We. will try to make a compromise,"' added the ruler. "If we Scores of men crowded around him. permit you and your son to go free, will you both take a s0lemn oath neYer to reveal this night's work, neYer again to speak of the past history of the Spotted Six, or to attempt to annoy us in any way whatever?" Firmans reply was prompt and decisive. ''I agree to no s uch conditions," he said, still holding the deadly globule between his thumb and "Ara you mad?"' 1'1\0; but I ain determined to keep my oath. I have sworn to destroy you, and I will do it.' "Even if you ghe up your own life and that of your son?" "Even at that sacrifice. But I he.n given you all a chance for escape. Allow us to leave th;s place unmolested, and I w'ill "Are you hurt murh ?" some one asked, following the query with another: "How did it happen?" Ignoring the latter question, Dick-for the rescued lad was he -replied to the first one: "I don't think I am hurt at all, though I'm pretty well shaken up. But there are more than a dozen men beneath the ruins." "The work is going on; they will be saved if they are still alive. But you haven't told us how it happened. Was it an expiosion of chemicals? Dr. Matson was always experlincntin g with soinetliihg of 'the kind:" "vVas that : Dr. Matso11's house?" asked the boy. "Why, yes. Dr. Matson's the smart st physician in Ne\; Jersey. Didn't you know it was his house.?"


. ... BRAVE AND BOLD Diek did not heed the question ; springing toward the diggers, . he cried: "Be careful! My f4ther is there 1 L et me help yo u." CHAPTER XXIV. '?HE END OV THE SPOTTED SIX. You're not fit for the work," remonstrated one of the party. L eave it to us; we wi.11 save your father if it is possible to do so. Sut the boy was not to be denied, and in response to his im petuo us demands a pickax was handed him. He lifted i t above his head but the next moment it fell from his nerveless grasp, and he sank, sens e less, into 1 the arm s of one of his preservers. "I kn e w he couldn't do it," said the man, sympathetically ''Take him up to my house, and I will look for his father." When Dick recovered his consciousne ss he was lying i n a com fortable bed. in a large room, through the window of which the morning sun was pouring. As he sprang up in bed, pressing his hands to his forehead, an eld.eriy woman an d a white haired man, who had been stand ing at the head o f the bed, approached "You must be quiet," said the lady, g e ntly forcing Dick's head back upon the pillow "Oh, he is in no danger now," said the ol t! gentleman, "but I s hou ld recommend quiet for a few days." 1You are a do cto r, sir ] questioned Dick. "I am. You fainted last night when you were m the act of making an attempt to save your father from the ruins of Dr. Matson's house." "I re..rnember now I" cried the boy. "You were brought here, and. your I administered a sedative, under the influence of whi ch yo4 have been sleeping ever since. Complete rest was what you needed, and you have had. it." "And my father?" "He. is safe." "When: is he?" "In this house.'' "I must see him at once." Dick was about to spring from the bed but the doctor laid a detaining hand on his shoulder. "You shall in a few minutes, but first you mu .st have.' a c.up_ of strong coffee, whic1h Mrs. B rown will prepare for yq_u:: As the old lady left the room, D!ck asked, hoarsely: "My is not-flOt dead, is )ic, sir?", "No, but; he h .. severe orts, understan1.; H_t; wit) probably be confined 4>. his bed a fortnlght so. His first words after his rescue of. you;: he de1>cribed you, a11d. we jold him yot.1were The joy t6(> fJlUCh. f9r hl, f9r he fell .Now .. dqn't airitated : -he be all ri1.rht in a very shor* time.'' .. Under the stimulating effects of the which Brown brought, Dick soon felt quite h imself again T he only injury he had sustained, beyond a few slight bruises, was the shock to his nervous system ; and. as he had strong, healthy nerves, recupera tion was easy and rapid. He was t aken to his father, who lay in another room. As he entered, Mr. Firman stre tch ed out hi s hand, saylngi "Leave us." You must be careful not to excite yourself too much, cau t ioned the doctor I shall be careful, depend upon it," said Fi rman. "I have much to live for." When they were alone, he said : "My boy, I know you have many questions to ask Il'le and I am only too eager to answer them. You wonde r, do y ou not, why I so long concealed my identity from you?" "That is the first thing I was going to ask you, father." "When Anniso n pushed me from the deck of the vessel, Providence provided me with a me;ins of re scue; the mast of s ome wrecked vessel was dashed against me with suc h force as t o almos t deprive .me of coqsciousncss: But I seited it, and, clinging to it, remained at the mercy ofthe waves for many hours. At last I was up by a New York bark, moi:e dead t han alive. A long illness followed, during which I was delirious When I became physically well my mind was gone-I had no recollection of my pa s t life-I c ould not even rememb e r my own name. The captaii1 of the bark, upon its arrival at port, placed m e in an asylum, and there I remained for yea rs. At last a doctor, m o re clever than tliose in a tte nd a nc e at the institu t iofl s aw me, and at once p e rceived the cause of my complaint. 'A bit of bone c\1ipped from the skull is pressing against the man's brain,' he said 'I will remove it and he will recover.' 'The operation w a s p erformed, and I was a well man; but the yean< since the night when I was pushed from the deck of the vessel by Annispn were a blank. I returned to my home, but it was for my wife was dead. "I resolved, my son, not to declare m yself to you until my oath to exterminate the 5_ix had been fulfilled. "As Enos Gritman, the detective, I have done mu ch success ful work; and no one until last night has suspected my identity not even my old friend, Je ome Walker, whom y ou knew as Basil Forster. "I allowed nothing to turn me from my purpose; I was con stantly accumulating evidence against the Spotted Six. "Their act in assassinating Forster and plotting cleverly to all o w the gi.iilt fo fall upon you somewhat my action, and I began the work which ended last night." "But, fathe r ," Dick, "how were yoi.i able to gi v e s uch an exa_ ct description of the murderer after ?ne t? Mr. Forsters' hotise ?" "Simply because I cultivated my power:s of obs (frvation;'' said M .r: . Firman, "Do you my desc;riptiop o! the assassin ?'; = -..// '.-!


BRAVE AND BOLD. "Perfectly. You said he was a tall, well-dressed man from my boy, you know the whole story. Of course the ivory stiletto New Jersey and a member of the medical profession; that he had an affection of the lungs and that the upper joint of his left forefinger was misshapen." "And also," added Mr. Firman, "that he walked with a slight limp, and wore eyeglasses, a London-mad e black Derby hat and fawn-colored overcoat. You wonder how I was able to learn all this?" "I do, indeed." "Yet my process was simple enough. I kept my eyes wide open when I visited the scene of Jerome \Valk er's murder. Upon the sill of one of the windows I found the imprint of a hand, the forefinger of which was misshapen. The imprint was scarcely noticeable for even the superintendent did not see it. It was in red." ''Blood, of course," interposed Djck, in breathless interest. "At first I thought so, but I soon saw that I was wrong; it was not blood, but red paint. The fingers pointed toward the interior of the room, not the street, so I inferred that the assassin had entered by the window. I was Gominced that he had not reached that window by means of a ladder from below; how then had he reached it? Plainly by a rope from above. I went to the roof, and found my theory confirmed. The rope had been tied to one of the chimneys of Mr. Walker's house; thls chimney was newly painted-hence the stain on the window-sill. I was able to plainly trace the assassin's footsteps, from the edge of the roof where he made his bold descent to Mr. Walker's win dow, to the scuttle of a hou se three doors distant. I knew that. he walked with a limp because the impression of one foot was IJlUCh more distinct than that of the other, and that he was from New Jersey, because I found several particles of the red Jersey soil. That he was a medical man, I may now say, I naturally inferred because he was able to so accurately locate the arch of the aorta." "How did you know he had lung trouble?" asked Dick. "Because I found two clots of blood, which I knew were from the lungs, on the roof; the murderer's excitement had almost brought on a serious hemorrhage. \Veil, my theory was now compfete. I noiselessly descended into !IIr. \Valker"s-cr Fors ter's-house again, and left it by the front door without disturb ing the superintendent and Redd(ll, who were awaiting me in the room where the murder had been committed. I visited the boarding house from the room of which the assassin had emerged on his way to the scene of his crime. There I found full confirmation of my theory. A servant, under the inspiring influence of a five-dollar bill, told me about a tall, thin gentlem:m with gold-mounted eyeglasses and a fawn-colored overcoat, who had stopped in the house three days and departed suddenly that morning, leaving his hat behind him and taking that of another boarder by mistake. I saw the hat; it was a London-made Derby. The room occupied by this gentleman, who called him self James Simth, was the third story, back, in which was a closet a ladder which led to the scuttle. An

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