"333", or, The boy without a name

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Pluck and luck
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NEW YORK, AUGUST 10, 1927 Price 8 Cents ... i.

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PLUCK AND LUCK l91!Ued Weekly-Subscription price, :f4.00 per year; Canadian, $4.50; l'oreign, $5.00. Copyright, 1927, bJ' Westbury Publishing Co. Inc. J40 Cedar 8treet, New York. N Y .Entere d as Second Cla8s Matter Dec. 8. 11111. at the Post-Utllce nt New l'.o rk, N. Y under the Act of March 3, 187:! No. 1523 NEW YORK, AUGUST 10, 1927 Price 8 Cents. "333" OR, THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME By ALLAN ARNOLD CHAPTER I.-The Trouble at De Lacy's. "The brightest boy in our office," said the manager of the D istrict Telegraph station, in reply to the question put to him by Mr. Babcock, the well-known Wall Street banker; "why, the brightest boy in our office by long odds is No. 333." "Which is he?" asked Mr. Babcock, looking along the line of blue-coated boys who sat on the bench waiting for orders. "Third from the end," replied Mr. Wilkie, the manager. "That black-eyed fellow with the turned up nose? He does look bright and no mistake. What's his name?" "Ah, now you've got me," laughed the manager. .. We know him only as 333." "Do you mean to say that yon have a boy in your employ whose name you don't know?" asked Mr. Babcock, rather severely, for he was a stockholder in the New York District Telegraph Company, and felt that he had the right to speak his mind. "Why, yes, in this instance I have," replied Mr. Wilkie. "The boy hasn't any name." "No name? Impossible!" "He is a foundling; the woman who brought him up used to call him Pat-her name was Murphy. When she was dying she told him that he was nothing to her, and as he didn't like the name Pat he dropped it when he came to work here; it was by his particular reque s t that we call him only by his number. He certainly has a right to ask it, for the boy is actually without a name." "Queer," said Mr. B a bcock. "Well, I'll try him. I don't want to trust my errands to everybody, Mr. Wilkie, as I have a great many of them and som e are very important. Call up 333." The manager did as requested. "Well, you look like a bright young fellow," remarked Mr. Babcock, surveying him for a mo ment in silence. "Is it a fact that you have no name?" "Yes, sir," replied the boy. "Why don't you adopt one?" "I intend to some day, sir. My number is good enough for me now." "In other words, it's none of my business." "I didn't say that, sir." "No, you didn't, but it's a fact all the same. Well, I'll not pry into your affairs, my boy. I want a bright lad to answer my calls, and I thought I would come around and pick out one for myself. Mr. Wilkie, whenever you can, send me 333 This was the way 333 came to be known as the banker's boy. He liked the job first rate, for the banker was a liberal man and always gave him a tip. The other boys on the bench thought 333 had struck luck when he came to be selected as Mr. Babcock's boy. "Say, Tree-tirty-tree, hain't you had no call yet?" asked Danny O'Neil one afternoon in Oc tober when he came in from a trip to Brooklyn and found 333 still on the bench. "Nothing since eleven o'clock, Danny,;' replied 333, with a sigh. "I'm getting tired of sitting on the bench this beautiful day. I wish the boss would send me out." "What's de matter wid your boss?" asked Danny, slipping a second-hand piece of chewing gum into his mouth. "Nothing to do, I suppose. It isn't often he leayes me in all day like this." But 333 was not to be kept in much longer, for he had scarcely whispered these words in Danny's ear when there was a buzz at the bell board and Mr. Wilkie called out; "333!" The boy was up and out of the office like a shot. It was only necessary for Mr. Wilkie to say "Babcock" and off he w ent. He ran up New Street, turned into Exchange place and chased upstairs into Mr. Babcock's office, where he found that gentleman busy writing. "Hello, 3 3 3 !" he exclaimed. "I want you to go up to De Lacy's for me and deliver this note. They'll give you a small package, which you will take to the Fifth Avenue Hotel and wait for me in the lobby. It's something for Mrs. Babcock. She's staying up at Tu:
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-( 2 "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME hotel, and said tip was just as likely to be a five dollar bill as a ten-cent piece. Jt was getting late, being, in fact, long after business and 333 lost no time in getting up to Twenty-th"'!'i'd street, where the big department store of De Lacy & Co. was located, for he argued that Mr. Babcock would probably go direct to the hotel, and he did not want to keep him waiting there. The note which 333 carried was addressed to the manager of the credit department, who merely glanced at it, scribbled something on a slip of paper and told 333 to t3ke it to the lace counter, which was on the floor above. Without waiting for the elevator the boy ran up the stairs. There were two persons ahead of him, a tall, sallow-looking man, who walked up the left hand side of the staircase, and a young girl of some eighteen years, handsomely dTessed and very beautiful, 333 thought, who walked on -the right. They _did not seem to be -together, i11 fact, they did not even look at each other, butboth looked at 333 as he shot between them and gained the floor above. It took the messenger boy a few minutes to locate the lace counter, and whert he got there he found these sa' me people ahead o.f him. They stood there side by side, both appar ently waitingto attract the attention of the saleslady, who was engaged in a whispered conversation with the young girl who attended the glove counter,. which was the next adjoining, an9 paid no attention to the waiting customers. But this being the usual thing in De Lacy's, it did not surprise 333 at all. "Can I get waited on here?" asked the young girl, rather impatiently. "I want to see some of your Honiton lace," said the gentleman, pushing forward rudely. "I was first here and I'm in a hurry. I can't wait." "I can only wait on one at a time,'' sna_pped the saleslady, and she took the girl's order and began to take boxes down from the shelves, while the_ man scowled and, drew away nearer to 333. Nothing seemed to suit the girl. Box after-box of expensive laces was placed before her and their contents pulled over. The man grew still more impatient and made some further disagree able remarks. Poor 333 could get no attention at all, so he stood back out of the way, so as to let the crowd of shoppers pass by him, watching his chance to deliver the slip and get the goods which Mr. Babcock had oIdered. Now a cat may Jook at a king, they say, and there is no known way of preventing m arrest. "It's a good thing for that girl you were here, bub," said the detective when 333 was at last told he could go. "I'd have railroaded her sure only for you, but the boss is timid. I know blame well they work together. You can't tell me." 333 got out as quickly as possible, very much disturbed over the affair. It was now getting dark and he ran down -Twenty-third street and bounced into the hotel all out of breath. Mr. Babcock was not in the lobby, but 333 soon found him drinking at the bar with two flashy dressed men, and one glance was enough to.tell him that his iich patron was very much the "worse for wear." He did not have to look far. There was one right b ehind him. He came forward with catlike tread and brought a heavy hand down upon the shoulder of the young .girl. "Sifl What is this?" she exclaimed, springing off the stool and facing the detective, for it was no floor walker who held her in his grasp. "Hello, what's your name? Come and have a drink!" h e cried, catching 333 by the collar and swinging him around against the bar. "What's this? My wife:s lace? To blazes with it! I'm not going to Tuxedo to-night." He seized the package and flung it across the room, where it knocked off the hat of a gentle man who was quietly reading a newspaper at one of the tables.

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"333" OR THE BOY A NAME 3 "I must get away as quick as I can," thought the messenger boy, who had been through a similar experience with Mr. Babcock twice before; but this was something easier said than done, for the 'banker kept a tight hold on his collar and pulled 333 up close to him every time he tried to draw away. They were talking about stocks. One of the two men appeared anxious to buy certain stock which the banker held, but Mr. Babcock kept wan dering from the subject and would not commit himself to a price. 333 soon discovered that, although the two men appeared to be drunk, they were not so at all. At last one of the men proposed to go in to supper, to which the banker ass.ented and allowed himself to be led off. He seem ed to forget all about the messenger boy then and just walked oft' and left him. 333 started for the door, stopping only to pick up the package of lace, which he determined to carry to his room with him, it being now too late to report at the office that night. .He found it under the table and had just reached the door when a heavy hand was laid on his shoulder, and, turning, he Sa\\r the younger oi Mr. compaions, who wore a fiery red necktie and sported a big diamond stud. "Say, you git if you know what's good for ycu!" he whispered fiercely. "Don't you go hanging round here." "I'm minding my own business, you mind yours," fl.ashed 333, and he pulled away and hurried to the street. He had learned long ago to keep his mouth shut and his eyes open and his ea-rs, too. He felt very sprry for Mr. Bab ock. It seemed a sham<.: that so brilliant a man, with everything at his command to make life enjoyable, should make such a fool of himself. 333 was thinking about this when, a little after eleven o'clock that night, he crossed Herald Square on his way to hi!:' humble room on West Thirty-tp.ird street. He had been to the night school wlnch he was attending that fall and was now on his way home. He was lust passing the Greeley statue when a hand was aid upon his arm and a girl's voice said: "I think you are the right boy. Yes, I want to speak to you." 333 turned and found himself facing a young f:{irl richly dressed, whose face wag concealed by a thick veil. But he knew the voice instantly. "You are Miss Belle Adams," he breathed. The girl partly drew aside the veil and showed her face. "I thought' you would know me," she said, in a low voice. "I know you now. I knew your voice before." "You're a smart boy, 333. I want you to do something for me. Don't stop here. We shall be noticed. Go right across the avenue. We can talk as we walk along. People will think that I have been out for the evening and that you a:re escorting me home." "What do you want?" asked 333 again. He had lost all confidence jn Miss Belle Adams and now believed that the detective at De Lacy's was right, but there was somethingabout the girl that fascinated him just the same. "What's your name?" asked Miss Adams, as soon as they had gained the partial seclusion of one of the side streets, which one it was we do not care to say, ''.I haven't any name," replied our hero. "I'm only 333." "You mean you don't want to give your name-. Well, you are sharp. You are brave, too. The way you stood up for me there in De Lacy's was immense, and yet you must have known--" "What?" "That I was with that man." "Curtis!" gasped Bob, overcome by this frank admission. "Pshaw! His name is no more Curtis that. miiie is A dams. By my name is really Belle and you can call me so. Oh, how I want a friend! That mart is my brother. I can't let him stay in the hands of the police and go to trial. It will just kill my poor mother." "But what did he take the lace for?" asked 333, full of sympathy, for the girl had begun to cry behind her veil. "Oh, I don't know. I don't know, I sure. He ip in. trouble and needs money. He was desperl:.te. You can save him if you will." "I? How?" "Can't you say that you might have been mis., taken when you are called ac; a witness? Can't you do that for my sake, 333?" "I might," replied our messenger, doubtfu1ly, "bt it wouldn't be true," "What of that? To help me! Say you will." "I-I'll think of it." "Thank you a thousand times. Now, ccme in here and tell my mother that vou will. I live hue. She is confined to her bed and has been for a long time. It won't take you a minute, 333." He followed Belle up the steps of a shabby old brown stone dwelling, and when she opened the door with a latch key he followed her inside. Little aid the messenger boy guess what he was doing. He always flattered himself that he knew New. York thoroughly, for his business had taken him everywhere, into many a Fifth avenue mansion, and manv a crooked den in this same most notorious neighborhood in which he now found him1-1elf. But he believed in Belle then and later he knew that his confidence was not misplaced, and that the girl was an ange1 dropped down among thieves. But all this did not alter the character of the house which he had just entered one bit. It was a den of crooks of the worst description. And this was soon to be made very plain to CHAPTER III.-333 Sees a Startling Sight. As so .3n as they got inside the hall Belle threw open the door of the room which had been the parlor in foe days when this part of New York was occupied by respectable families. Bidding 333 fol low her, she went in and tu:rned up the gas, vealing a long room furnished with a degree of elegance which almost took the boy's breath away, a!Ml 333 had been in some pretty fine parlors, too, but none which exceeded this except as to size. It was all very elE:gant and the light 333 walked over to the piano and stari:>d at the down through the fancy colored shades of the chandelier made it look mo1e so. 333 turned to Belle and she slipped past him to the door, "One minute," she said, in her soft, melodious voice. "I won't keep you long." Then she went out and shut the door. 333 walked over to the piano and stared at the

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME pearl keys; then he walked over to a big picture 1Vhich stood on the easel and was staring at that when all at once a hack came dashing up to the :ioor and stopped. Being near the windcw, naturally lo o ked out. There was an electric light pole across the street whi ch mad(; everything in front of the hou s e as bright as day, and to his utteramazement. the messenger boy saw Mr. the banker, supported by the hvo men who had been with him in the cafe of l<'ifth Avenue Hote l stumbling up the steps, drunker than ever to all appearance. "Great Scott! They're bringing him in here! What am I going to do now?" t 1.0ught 333. But there was no time to think about it. He heard thi) front door open at the same inst:mt and Mr. Babcock calling out in a thick voice: "Come on, boys! L et's have anothe r drink." "They m ean to do him,'' flashed over the mes senger boy -"This is a crooked ranch as !"ure as fate. I must helt) him if I can. That m:i.n has been t o o g o od to me to go back on him now." But what wa5 -to be done? 333 was afraid, of course, but he had no idea of backing out and leaving the banker to his fatl' for all that. There was a door clo se beside him and he opened it. Be hind the door was a closet and 333 popped in. He was not a too soon. The parlor door flew open and Mr. Babcock came stumbling into the room. The in stant the door was closed behind him the two men let 1!'0 of him and the rssult was painful to witness. The banker reeled i::ideways and struck the sheering off from that he reeled in the opposite direction and ran against the easel. Down he went sprawling on the floor with the picture on top of him, while the man who wore the diamond stud sprang upon him as a cat would spring upon a mou se. "Quick, Tom! The bottle! The bottle!" he breathed. "Blame those knockout drops-they a.re no good!" -"Here you are, Garry," whispered the other, handing out a small bottle, which his companion eagerly seized. And 333, peeping through the keyhole saw all and heard all. Who said he was afraid? What boy could do more than he did then? The closet door flew open and 333, with one spring, kicked the bottle out of Garry's hand just as he was in the act of putting it to Mr. Babcock's lips. "You shan't do him! You shan't knock him out!" he yelled, with more pluck than discretion, a nd then he hauled off and gave Tom one under the chin which came mighty near knocking him out, too. "It's that blame messenger boy!" gasped Garry, seizing 333 by the legs and tumbling him over on the floor. "Dori't hit him! Don't hit him! Dose him!" cried Tom. "Burn the little brute! How came he here?" "Stop," whispered Garry, who had 333 by the throat now. "This is no time for nonsenl'e. We've got too much at stake. We'll run him into the back room and attend to his case afterward," he added. "I guess I've pinched the life out of him as it is." It was a fact that 333 was black in the face and showed every symptom of having been choked to death, but he was not dead by a good deal. The folding doors at the back of the parlor were thrown open and Garry picked up the boy, carried ' him in bodily and threw him down upon a founge uI guess he's a goner," he whispered, hoarsely: "How the blazes did he ever get into this "Give it up," replied Tom. "Lock the end door; Leave him here till w e're through, anyhow it won't make much difference even if he does 'get away. I'd rather a blame sight he'd do thll t than to have him die on our hands." ; "Don't agree with you," growl':)d Garrv "but1 no time to mus s with him now, that's .one thmg sure." The door was locked and they were gone in an msiant. 333, who was only shamming, saw ?.nd heard all they did and he knew that the folding had been locked, too. He was on his feet m an mstant. "Oh, if I could onlv save him!" he thought and he realized then that there was only one way' and that was to get out of the house and call the police. To leave by the door was out of the question but there was the window. Tom and Garry to have forgotten that. 333 crept ':Jver to the wind,>w and softly raised the sash. It was about twelve feet down to the back yard, and this, for a smart boy like 333, was nothing at all. He swung out held on by his hands and dropped, but after all manag
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. "333" O R THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 5 One of the parlor windows was pretty close to the. fe11ce and now that he came t.o look at it, the boy saw that it was drawn down from the top a little way. "I can get through there easy enough," he thought, "and' if anybody tackles me they'll see my uniform and that will help to make them be lieve what I say." He climbed on the fence, and, reaching over, pushed up the bottom sas h of the window and 'Vaited. All being still, he leaned over, caught the sill, pulled himself up and sprang lightly into the room. Groping his w a y to the door which communicated with the hall h e tried the knob and, to his disgust, found it lock e d on the outside. There were still the folding doors, which shut off the front parlor, and he crept toward them. "If I can only reach the front hall door I'm all right," thought 3 3 3. It seemed to be d ark in the front parlor. Not a ray of light came through crack or keyhole. The me ssenger boy cautiously tried the door, and, finding it unfas tened, threw it back, a cry o f amazement and horror escaping him as he looked into the front parlor from which the light streamed forth. CHAPTER IV.-The End of the Babcock Affair. A district messenger 'boy ought to be prepared for anything th.at may happen, but 333 was certainly not prepared for what he saw through those folding doors. And yet it was not a scene. On the contrary, 333 has seen it all before and that not ten minutes ago. This was the queerest pa1t of it. There, stietched upon the floor, lay Mr. Babcock, the banker. The two men, Tom and Garry, were bending over him. There was. the grand piano, the 'Pictures, the ele gant furnishings. All these things 333 took in at at one glance; and he thought for the instant what many another had thought in that same room, that he had got .back in the house in the other street that he had just left. He had no time to think of anything else. Tom sprang u pon hj.m like a tige1-. "That blamed messenger boy he cried, and then 333 ran for his life and tried to jump out the back window. Tom caught him by the tail oi his jacket and pulled him back, throwing him upon the floor with great violence, kicking him in the head several time s. It was a WQnder that poor 333 was not killed outright, and, as it was the wits were knocked out of him. Perhaps ther'e was nothing else that s a ved his life hut the fact that he lay lik e one d e ad. Garry, hastily removing a bunch of papers from the inner pocket of M:r. B a bcock's coat and transferring them his own, sprang to the a ssista nce o f Tom. "It is the boy, sure enough!" he exclaimed, "but don't make such a noise about it. ls he dead?" "I'm bles s ed if I know," replied Tom. "Guess he is." Shut the window, then. We don't want the whole neighborhood to know about it." "Got the papers, Garry?" "You bet. I don't like this boy business, though. It's going t.o make trouble sure." "Wait! How did he get in here?" "Why, jumped out the back window and came over the fence, of course. How else?" "I suppose so What's to be done?" "Don't fret. I'll fix it all right. Only give me time to think. Remember the price we pay for protection The police are not going to turn upon U:s'in a hurry, you bet." Just what u.se they made of their opportunity 333 never knew, for when he came to himself he was lying upon the pavement in a dark alley, with his head aching fit to burst. Jus t then he. heard a groan in the darkness close beside him and then another. "Oh! Oh! I'm caught again!" a voice was muttering. "Isn't this disgraceful! Jus t to think of a man in my position! All my own fault, too, but none the b etter for that. "Mr. Babcock!" flashed over the messenger boy, for he r e cogniz e d the banker's voice. He al s o recognized the fact that h e had work to do right there in that dark a lley, and he showed his pluck and energy by g oing aliout it then, badly as h e felt him s elf. "Mr. Babcock!" he whispered "Oh, Mr. Bab cock! Are you here?" "Who is that?" asked the banker's voice. "333, is that you?" "That's who it is, s ir. Ah, here you are! Now, try to b r ace up and let me get you on your feet. Do you feel very bad?" "Terrible! How did I come here? Do you know?" "That I don't know any more than I know how I came here myself." "W)lat? Did they get you, too? I thought you went away. I don't remember seeing you after we left the hotel cafe." "Don't say a word now,'' whispered the messenger boy. "I think I hear some one coming . Here, let me help you on your feet. That's the idea. Can you stand by leaning against the wall?" "I guess so,'' groaned the banker. "I feel awful, though. It's all my own fault, 333." "Hush! Some one is coming," whispe:red 333 for stealthy footsteps could be heard com _ing up the alley from the street, and two young toughs were seen coming along clo s e to the wall. "Hello! What' s dis we run up against?" ex claimed one. "Say, a lush. Gee What's de kid onto? Shell out, now! Shell out! You have been troo him. Give u s some of it, quick!" "Take this!" cried 333, and he sprang upon the tough and knocked him fiat with one well-directed blow betwe e n the eye s "Gee! I s dat yer Jay!" cried the other, making a rush for the boy. But 333 was r eady for him, too. He just lowered his head and butted the tough in the stomach, as cleve rly a:s any billygoat might have done. Then another tough w ent down in the alley, on his back, and with -such force .did he strike hi s head on the pavement that he did not get up again. "This is our chance!" breathed the boy, seizing the banker's hand. "Run now! Run for you:r life!" There wasn't much run in Mr. Babcock then, but he managed to get out of the alley somehow.

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME They fqund themgelves in a street lined with tene ment houses and factories, a hard neighborhood if ever there was one. There were very few persons on the street, and but few lights in the windows, and this told the messenger boy that the hour was late, as he clutched the banker by the arm and hurried him on toward the avenue, where he could see the electric lights. "Brace up! Do brace up! 'f:ry he kept .saying. "Get a cab," was all the banker seemed to be able to say in answer, but the suggestion was a good one and 333 determined to adopt it if he could. There was no use hoping to find a cab here on the cross street, so he manged to drag the banker to the avenue and then he discovered where he was. Eleventh avenue and Thirty-eighth street the signs at the corner read. It was the notorious "Hell' Kitchen," the toughest neighborhood in all New York. The messenger boy's heart sank within him, for Mr. Babcock grew worse and worse and reeled so that he, could scarcely hold him up. If a policeman should happen to spy them now the banker's fate was sealed and his name would appear in the papers next day to a certainty. "He'd give a hundred dollars to keep it out," thought 333. "What shall I ever do?" At that instant he saw a cab coming rapidly down the avenue and he hailed it, for the speed with which the driver was going made him believe that it was empty, but when the man pulled up alonside the curb the door flew open and, to the messenger boy's infinite surprise, out stepped Miss Belle Adams. "Oh, 333 Have I actually found you?" she gasped. "Get him in, quick! It's your only chance!" "No!"' cried 333, backing away: "No! I've been there before. That's a pretty trick you played me. Go on about your business and leave me alone." CHAPTER V .-The Man With no Address. If ever a girl drew herself up with dignity it "Was Belli ; Adams then. "Stop, You are making a great mistake and doin'l:, .,1e a great wrong at the same time. :l couldn't help what happened, but I have not. that you came into that dreadful house to help me. See, here are the papers stolen from this man. Put them in your pocket. Get him home. Don't lose an instant. The driver will tell you it's all straight.' "That' s what it is, bub," said the driver, looking down from his box, as Belle thrust a bundle of papers upon 333. "My orders from the lady was to take you wherever you say. I'm ready and you needn't be afraid.'' "Let's go," said Mr. Babcock, straightening up all at once. "I can't walk any further. Help me in, 333. Here, give me those papers-yes, they are mine. Girl, I would reward you if I could, but I haven't a cent-hello! Where is the girl?" Belle had glided off into the darkness. 333 saw her go, but he made no effort to stop her. The prospect of getting into the cab was too tempting .to be refused, and 'it proved to be a per: fectly safe undertaking, for the driver landed them at the side door of the Fifth Avenue Hotel, where Mr. Babcock was promptly taken in hand by ,the night porter, who knew him. The driver was paid by the porter and the cab dismissed. There was no number on it or 333 would have got it sure. .. "The boy goes to the room with me," insisted the banker, and as he was a man who had left many tips at the hotel, no objection was made, and the boy went. Not until Mr. Babcock had undressed and crawled into bed did he try to speak. "Give me those papers out of my pocket, 333," he then said. "That's right. Thank you. I'm not going to forget this. Wash your face now; you are all over blood. Are you much hurt, .my "Cut. in the back of the head, that's all, sir." "It's too bad. AU through my folly. D 'id you follow me into that house?" "Oh, no!" replied 333, and -then he told '11.ls story, at the banker's request. It was all Mr. Babcock could do to keep awake while he listened to it. Meantime he was examining the papers, which he went over, again and again. "Take these downstairs and give them to the night clerk in my name, 333," he said at last, "and take warning by me. Boy, do you know how much I would have lost had I not got these papers back?" "I'm sure I don't, sir," replied 333, who was anxious to get away. "Over a hundred thousand dollars. Think of it!" said Mr. Babcock. "So much for drinking too much whisky. I owe you something, 333, and now, before you leave me, I want you to promise, on your sacred honor, never to mention what has happened tonight to a living soul." "What? ,Aren't you going for those fellows?" cried the messenger boy. "I'm sure I could find that house again." "No; I shall do nothing. You promise?" "Certainly, Mr. Babcock, .if you wish it." "Not a word at the office." "Not a word." "That's enoug I trust you and you won't re gret it. Goodnight, 333." Now, this was the somewhat tame ending of on& of our messenger boy's most startling adventures. At lest 333 voted it a tame ending as he hurried away from the hotel. He had reason to change his mind two days later, however. "Babcock, 333 !" cried Mr. Wilkie, as the bell sounde d in the office, and the banker's number dropped on the board. When he got around to the banker's office old Mr. Bailey, the bookkeeper, told him that Mr. Babcock was on the Stock Exchange. "He left this letter for you, 333," he added, "and he told me to say to you if you Wanted t.o open an account with us it woUld be all right." 333 took the letter, puzzled Mr. Ba:bcock's words, until seeing that it was addressed to him self, he opened it and found, to his astonishment, a check for $1,000, drawn to his own order, inside. "Oh, Mr. Bailey, this must,be a mistake!" he exclaimed, flushing up. "I--"

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 7 "Hold Ml, 333, don't talk so loud," whispered the bookkeeper. "I guess it's all right. I drew the check myself, by the governor's order. You. were with him the other night, were yo u not?" "I haven't anything to say about that," stammered 333, "but---" "Hold on! Listen, my boy." Mr. Bailey dropped his voice to a whisper. "Better put that in the savings bank," he said. "There's the Seaman's or the Bleecker Street, or the Bowery, all as sound as a rock. Don't you say I said so, now, or it may cost 1')e my job." That was the way 333 came to have a savings bank book with one thousand dollars written in to his credit. It was the last he heard of. the matter for months, duririg which time he answered many calls for Mr. Babcock, but never an allusion was made to that memorable night. Nor did 333 ever hear anything about the shoplifting case at De Lacy's. Shortly before this all New York was startled by a big defalcation in a certain bank in Wall Street. The cashier, a trusted servant of many years' standing, had suddenly vanished and between one and two hundred thousand dol lars were missing. Whether he had taken it with him or it had been lost in Wall Street speculat-ing nobody knew. . Of course, the messenger boys discusse d 1;he matter in common with everybody else on the street. Some of the m knew the cashier wen. "Wish I was that feller," said Danny O'Neil. "Gee, wouldn't I make de fedders fly wid all dat cash!" That afternoon Danny got a call uptown and at three o'clock had not returned, so when a call came from the office of a certain noted private detective agency 333 got it, although by rights it belonged to Danny, he being the boy usually employed by these people. When 333 got t\) the office he was hurried into a private room, where he .found Pete Nugent, the note d Wall Street detective, sitting at a desk, with his shoe off and a doctor examining his foot. "Yes, it's a bad sprain, Mr. Nugent," said the doctor, as 333 entered. "It would be madness for, you to attempt to go. It might lame you for life.". Now, to keep up the thread of our story, it would seem necessary to repeat Detective Nugent's answer, but it really can't be done, for the language was most picturesque and would not look well in print. When he got through swearing, Detective Nugent hastily scratched a few lines on a sheet of paper, sealed them in an envelope and turned to the messenger boy, who was patiently awaiting his instructions. "Where's 88?'; he asked. "Why didn't they send him here?" Now, 88 was Danny's !\Umber, and 333 made the necessary reply. "I'm sorry it's you and not him," said the. detective. "Still, I suppose we have got to put with it. Look here, boy." "Sir." "I say look here!" roared the detective. "I'm looking, sir." "No, you hain't neither. You are looking at me and I want you to look at this." Detective Nugent was J?Ointing to the name on the letter, which he had Just sealed. "Mr. James Rodman, addressed," was the way it read. "Know that man?" asked the detective. J '.., .,.,., "No, sir." "You've been down around the Street for some time?" "Yes, sir."-"Well, you probably do know himby sight, and when you sec him don't you dare to let on that you know him or to call him anything but Rod-man-do you understand?" -"I always mind my business, sir," replied 333, quietly. "If the gent answers to the name of Rodman it isn't my place to call him anything "Come, that's sensible," the detective said, handing over the letter. "Now be off with you. Show what sort of stuff you are made of and I may use you again. Remember one thing, all you have got to do is to deliver the letter. Not a word do you utter on any other subject, no matter what is said to you." "All right, but where do I take the letter-to? There's no address," said 333, badly puzzled. "Start!" roared the detective, and 333 bounced out of the door. It was the queerest message he had ever been entrusted with. How was he to find this ma;n with no address? CHAPTER VL-Overboard . ,333 was not left long in the dark. He had scarcely foot in the hall when a pleasantfaced young man of about_ twenty-three or four, dressed in a cheap business suit, stepped up to him and, putting his arni on his shoulder, said: "Don't you mind, Nugent. He has just sprained his artd l).e feels rathe r rocky. You are to follow me. 1'11 show you where this man Rodman is to be found." "I don't know about that," said 333, drawing back. "You'.re a stranger to me, boss. He ought to have -given me. instructions. I was going to take the letter around to the off.ce. He couldn't e:x.pect me to do a call where there's no address." "Ifo didn't want the doctor to see me; that was th':! trouble," replied the young man. "Look, here is my shield. Examine it carefully and you'll see that I belong t'o the office. If you don't believe that you will have to go inside and ask, but Nugent will bite your head off if you do : 333 examined the shield. It bore the name of the detective agency; there could be no doubt about its being al. I right. "What am I to do?" he asked. "Just follow me," replied the young man. "Don't to me, don't look at me. Keep pretty well behind, but, of course, you won't lose sight of me: Quick, now! Are you ready? There 't a moment to lose." "I'm ready," said 333, promptly. "There's one thing I ought to say, perhaps," added the retective, "and that is that you will go aboard the tug, of course. You'll be told by the captain what to do when we get to the steamer. Don't ask for me; you won't see me there." "All right," said 333 "Go ahead." They went down in the elevator then and the detective, keeping in advance, made a bee-line down Pine street to an East River pier and went aboard the tug Tormentor, which lay at the end <>f the wharf J 1i' -

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME "Is this the boy?" called the captain, looking out of the pilot-house window when 333 jumped .aboard. "That's the boy," replied the detective, and he ;popped into the cabin and did not show himself again. "Cast off that bow-line!" roared the captain, and a moment later the Tormentor was flying down the river under a full head of steam. "They are trying to head off some fellow on a steamer," thought 333. "Well, this is a new kind of joo. Wonder how it will turn out?" He sat down upon a coil of rope and waited. The tug ran down the bay and passed through the Narrows. It was now getting dark and was decidedly cold. 333 would have liked to go into the cabin, but he was afraid of being ordered out by the detective, so he just turned up the collar of his coat and remained where he was. They were now drawing near Hoffman's Island, and he could see a big European steamer forging ahead. Suddenly one of the deck-hands went forward and waved a lantern, which threw a striped light, red, white and green. This seemed hardly necessary, as it was barely dusk, but 333 knew that it must be a signal, and he was not sur prised when the steamer's whistle blew and he saw that they had stopped. "Hey, you boy there! You messenger boy!" shouted the captain of the tug . "Hello! Here I am! What's wanted?" cried 333, springing up. I "Prepare to go aboard." "All right, sir. You'll wait for me, I suppose?" "Of course we'll wait for you," growled the cap-tain, and he ran up alongside the steamer, calling out something to the offic.er on deck, which 333 did not quite understand. "All right!" shouted the officer. "I'll let the ladder down." Down came the ladder over the steamer's side. "Up with you, monkey!" said the captain. "Now is the time to deliver your letter. Fire away." 333 ran up the ladder as nimbly as if he had been what the captain called him. "Who's wanted?" asked the officer when he landed on the deck. "I want Mr. Rodman," replied 333, promptly. "Take him to the purser. Find out Rodman's number and take him there," wa .the order given, and another officer led 333 below and later left him at a stateroom door. The messenger boy knocked and the door was opened by an elderly man, who started back with a suppressed exclamation when he saw who his visitor was. "Do you want me?" he gasped. es, if you are Mr. Rodman," replied 333, staring, for it struck him that he had seen this man before. "Here's a letter for you, sir." The gentleman seized the letter and turned deathly pale. For a moment he stood biting his lips and then said: "Well, I'll go. Boy, help me .pl1ock up." He tossed an empty grip to 333 and then began putting out articles of clothing and other things upon the lower berth. 333 hurried the things int0 the bag, while Mr. R-Odman hastily put a few articles into another grip and locked it. JuS': then there came a knock on the door. It was one of the officers, with two men him. "Are you going ashore, sir?" he asked. "Yes, yes," was the hurried answer. "Will you see my trunk aboard the tug?" The trunk was carried up and let down upon the deck of the Tormentor. 333 carried down both grips and Mr. Rodman descended the ladder after him. Instantly the deck-hands on the tug cast off and the Tormentor began to move away. "Where is he?" asked Mr. Rodman, turning to 333. "Where is who?" asked the messenger boy, not forgetting Detective Nugent's caution. "The man who wanted to see me," replied Mr. Rodman, nervously. "I am here!" spoke a voice behind him. There stood the detective with his arms folded. "How are you, Mr. Mellen?" he said, dramatic-ally. "Hope I see you well." "Tricked!" gasped the passenger, "but you shall never take me back alive." He made one spring for the low railing of th:e tug and leaped into the bay. No doubt he was a great criminal; probably his death would have been a small loss to society, but the trouble was, he ran against our hero as he made that desperate jump and knocked him overboard, too. Down went 333's head under the chilly waters of New York Bay. CHAPTER VII.-333 and the Defaulting Cashier. Of course, 333 was a good swimmer-there are few New York boys uf his class who are not.His first thought when he came to the surface was, naturally, to get back on board the tug, but upon looking around he saw that this was not going to be so easy, f"r the Tormentor had suddenly turned and was steaming off in the direction of the Bay Ridge shore, and there was another tug right ahead. The captain and the detective were shouting to the people on the other tug. 333 had observed this tug close alongside of them as he and Mr. Rodman left the steamer, but he had not given it much thought until now. "Thunder! They are going off anrl leaving me!" thought the boy. "I don't like this for a cent!" The distance between him and the. stern of the Tormentor was not more than twenty feet, but it was increasing every instant. Meanwhile, the big steamer had started on its way, and it began to look very much as if 333 was going to be left in the lurch. Night was coming on and, what was worse, a fog was. sweeping up the bay. It was a very serious situation indeed. 333 swam out with a bold overhand stroke, shouting with all his might, but neither the de tective nor the captain paid the least attention to him. Perhaps they did not hear him, for the steamer's whistle was blowing at that time and the detective was yelling for the other tug to stop. "We want that man! I order you to stop and deliver him up to us in the name of the law!" he shouted out. "Go to the mischi':!fl" yelled the captain of the other tug, and then, as the Tormentor was almost upon him, he suddenly drove his helm hard-11port and, swing'.ing around, crossed her bows. "Stop, or I'll fir.el" bawled the detective., "Fire if you dare!" was the answer. The detective drew a revolver and fired at the

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 9 pilot-hoi1se. There was a crash of glass, and then the captain leaned out of the window and discharged a revolver full at the dete ctive's head. All this 333 saw, and then he saw the detective drop on the deck, and the other tug came up alongo;ide of him. It would have run the boy down t tug, whose name he now knew to be the J S Peters, having s een it on her ste1n, made one or two fm ther erratic turns dodging the Tormentor, and then went steaming across the bay toward the Long Island s hore. Very likely there would have been further trouble but for the fog. It struck them ius t in time and enveloped both tugs, and after a moment or two the Tormentor was s een no more. although her hoarse whistle could be h eard clo s e behind. Where was Mr. Rodman? 333 could only guess for he had not seen the man since he sprang into the water, but if anybody had asked what his guess was he would have said, emphaticnlly, that the man was hidden on boa1 d the Peters at that very moment. Perhaps 333 would have shown himself boldly and started to look the man un but for something which now occurred. Suddenly the door of the cabin opened and a m:i n came out and walked astern, stopping for a moment to look back into the fog. 333 crouched lower behind the hawser. This man was none other than "Gany," the crook, whom he had run against in the rnvsterious house uptown, now more than a year ago. The messenger boy held his breath and watched him. "There's crooked work whenever that man is around, that's one thing sure," he thought. "!' wonder if he'd know me? I'd like to bet he would. It won't pay me to show myself now." "Hello, Captain Jim!" cried Garry, suddenly turning and looking up. "Hello!" came the answer from t.he pilot-house. "We seem to have given them the s lip. They are going off in the other direction now!' "That's what's the matter. How's the old ma'1?" "Quieted down. Who was right now? Didn't it pay us to follow the s t eamer?" "I don't knO"w whether it will pay me or not," growled the captain. "If I've killed that detective I'm in a peck of troubJe. I wa s a blame fool to fire at him the way I did." "Now, look here, Ca-p, this is a dead open-andshut deal; a matte r of dollars and c ents Stand by me to-night and I'll stand by you-see?" "I hear," growled Captain Jim. "We'll see later on. What do you want me to do?" "I can't tell you now. We've got to make 96th Street first." "Hain't he told you nothing?" "Not yet. I'll go at hi:r:n again in a minute." "Did he have the money with him? Is it with his baggage on board the other tug?" "Not o:ri your life! I knew that much or I shouldn't be in it. Get across now and I'll have a further talk with him presently meanwhlle I'm going to hold the watch here, to see if we are be ing followed or not." "Go a.nd have your talk with him now, Trust me for that." 1 "I trust nobody-there's too much at stake. At tend to your wheel, that's all you've got to de." Thus saying, Garry walked still furthe r aft anrl stood smoking his cigar and looking off into the fon 7'This is my time to do something," thought 333. "I thin]{ I cau size this thing up pretty well. There's a big reward to b e had here and I don't know why I should not earn it as well as the de tectives-if I can." There seemed to be nobody on board the tug but Captain Jim, <;:;arry and the engineer, except, of course, the "prisone1"' alluded to, and 3 33 himself. When the messenger boy got to the cabin door he softly tried it, and finding it unlocked, glided in as noisele ssly as a ghost. "Hush!" he whispered, hold;ng up his finger. Don't say a word! I'm your friend." : There sat Rodman, a sorry-looking object, bed to a chair. As he sat there staring at the messenger bov under the swinging lantern, he looked as badly scared a man as 3 3 3 had ever seen. "You here!" h e gas ped. "You!" "Yes, sir, replied 333, meekly. "I'm here, and I'm hereto help, you. I 'i!"now yo11, mister. You are Mr. Mellen, who ran away from the Twentieth National Bank." The man started. His pale face turned paler still. "Help me, he. breathed, hoarsely. "I Jumped out .of the fryrng-pan into th"' fire. I escaped the detectives, but I've fallen into the power of as big a scoundrel as ever walked. Boy, you are sharp. Get me off this tug and I'll gwe you five thousand dollars-five thousand dollars all for yourself-do you hear?" "The is ten thousand, replied 333, coolly. "You shall have it! Only get me out of this man' s hands." "Hm;h He's coming!" breathed the boy, for Garry's step was hea;d at tJ:e door. CHAPTER VIII.-The Escape from the Tug. 333 came about as near being caught jus t then as ever a boy did, but he e s caped' the danger for the moment by dropping behind the chair in which the prisoner sat. Instantly the doo/ opened and Garry entered. He clo se d the door afte r him and stood before Mr. Mellen-we may as well call the defaulter by his true name-with an evil smile upon his face. "Well, it's all right," he said. "We have givr.n the d e t e ctive the slip." "Yes?" replied the ca shier, n ervous ly. "Ye s. You don't seem to be :i bit glad." "What difference do e s it make to me?" "Do you want to be arrested?" ::1 might as w ell be as to be here in your hands.'' Not at all. I'm your friend. "A fine friend!" ,. "Oh, that's all right. You would get yourself into trouble and now--" "Whose doing is it? Who temnted me? Who tried to blackmail me? Who--'' "There, there I Keep cool, Mellen. You've got no. friend on but me to-night, that's one thmg sure, Listen; you can make it for mv iu ..

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11'.1 "333" OR THE BOY WITHOPT A NAME -terest to befriend you, and fur your owi: you .aust do it. Think of your standing ln society. Think of years in State prison staring y o u in the face. Think--" "That will do. I've thought of it all." "No, you haven't. You have forgotten that you are the heir to millions." "That's where my trouble began!" he bit terly. "If I had never committ e d that first crime I never should have been in your power. As for the millions you speak of, they can nllver bfl mine now." 333, crouching behina 'the chair, heard every word, and it is hardly necessary to say that he wondered what it was all about. "I've a great mind to knock you on the he::td, tuJllble vou overboard and tal\e up 'Yith the bag, continued Garry, "but I went do it, out. of gard for you. Tell me where you buried the money and I'll guanmtee to pat you on board a South American steamer. You won't have t-1 stay away long. I shall soon have it in my p0wer to call 'you back, for just as soon as bank peo ple learn what's comin g to you they 11 be enly too 'glad to comnromise--see?" ; Mr. Mellen only groaned. I "Will you tell nie where you buried the money?" persisted Garry. "Was it somewhere about the old house down at 'Bay Ridge?" . "I don't know why I should tell you," muttered the cashier. "I don't believe a word you say. I don't believ
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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 1l "Back! Back I Get back I There they are now!" the cashier gasped. "Hush! Leave it to me. We are right on the shore," whispered 333. He backed water until the tug was lost to view, and then with a few bold strokes drove the boat up on the pebbly beach. They now found themselves under the steep bluffs which skirt the Bay Ridge shore of the Upper Bay, and right in front of them was a htige square boulder. .. "Well, well! This is strange!" breathed Mr. Mellen, "This is strange enough!'.' "What is strange?" asked 333. "No matter. Boy, do you want tci ... get that money I promised you?" "Why, of course!" . "Do you want to get it now?" "Certainly." "You shall have it, if you'll promise never to breathe one word of what has happened tonight." "All right. The boodle is buried here, I sup/ pose?" ,.. "Well, it .ls. It is strange,. very strange, that we should h _appen to land at this identieal spot, but here we are, and we may as well make the most of it! Show me one of the oars." 333 took an oar out of the boat and handed it to Mr. Mellen. The tide was well out or they could not have stood where they were, and the cashier, listening attentively a moment, proceeded to pace off the ground back from the big boulder. 333 followed him, watching and listening. He could hear voices in the direction of the tug, and now all at once he heard the ring of metal. "Hush! Did you hear that?'; breathed the cashier. "They are digging. They have got the wrong place. Stupid idiot! He thinks I-'Yas .fool enough 'to bury it right in front of the house. Hold -0n now, 333; here we are." He struck the oar down into the. sand and stopped. The messenger boy watched him breathlessly. Let us do 333 justice, and say that he had no other idea than to recover the stole;n casp for the bank. It was only thoughts of the big reward which ran through his head when Mr. ellen began to dig in the sand. Now, an oar is not a very handy thing to dig with, but the cashier managed it so well as to lead 333 to suspect that he might have used one when he dug there before. He soon scooped out a hole some three or four feet deep. "Can I have made a mistake?" he whispered. "lt isn't here-yes, by thunder, here it is!" He stooped down and, bending over the hoJe, began tugging at something. Up came a big cash-box, and Mr. Mellen sprang to his feet. "Follow me, boy!" he whispered, and he was just starting along the shore when suddenly a light was flashed upon them and a stern voice called out: "Stand where you are, Mellen, or I fire! Drop the box! Drop it now!" CHAPTER X.-333 Earns a $5,000 Reward. As the lantern was. flashed upon the moneydiggers through the fog both 333 and Mr. Mellen recognized Detective Ned Nelson, Pete Nugent's assistanl. Here was a worse enemy than Garey for the defaulter. He instantly whipped out a revolver ilnd fired, and the detective fired back at him. Neither shot took effect, apparently. "Run, 3331 Run for your life with the box I Wait for me up on Third avenue! I'll be there if I Mr. Mellen, firing again. This time the detective got the shot in the left arm .and fell with a cry. of pain, firing as he d!d so. What the end of it was 333 did not find out then, for he ran off into the fog as though Satan himself was at his heels. "Stop! Stop there, you boy!" Bang! bang! bang! Shouts and shots fol lowed the messenger boy. They only sent him on the faster. 333 had the big end of the stick, for he pad the money, and he ha. d no more idea of stopping than he had of drowning himself in the bay. But could he escape? For a few moments it seemed doubtful. He could hear several per sons running after him. The beach was covered with loose stones, slippery with qeaweed and hard run ove_r. H e tried it higher up, but the sand his. progress here. Further up still was !he high bluff, and 333 found himself against it m a moment. He would have climbed to the top if such a thing had been possible, but it was not right so changed his tactics and dropped down behmd a b1g boulder and lay there panting waiting for his pursuers to go by. It was fog that saved him. Three men were up to the boulder in a moment. 333 took them for the captain of the Tormentor and a couple of deck-hands and probably they were. "He must have gone this way!" cried one. "He did!" replied the other. "Confound his picture! It's a blame shame to lose the money now, with our share .of the reward in sight." They ran on. He crept along under the cliff until he came .to a flight of wooden steps leading up. from a bath-house built. on the beach. This disco-..:ery ended all difficulty. 333 was upon the shore road in a moment. Here he ran for dear life until he came to a cross street, through which he hurried ,up to Third avenue. A trolley car from Fort Hamilton was just passing, and it whirled the messenger and his precious box away to the Brooklyn Bridge. In due time 333 reached his room, and '-then he went to the office the next day the cash-box went with him, and Mr. Wilkie, the manager, had the pleasure of listening to his strange tale. "Well, upon my word, you seem to be born to good luck!" said Mr. Wilkie. "This box certainly belongs to.the Twentieth National Bank." "Shall I take it up there, sir?" asked the senger Qoy, respectfully. "I think you had better. We have nothing to do with Nugent's detective office. You answered the call and did your work, and came very near losing your 'life by doing it. Yes, you shall take it there alone. I'll settle with Nugent. Don't you open your mouth on the subject except to me or the bank people; unless, indeed, the case comes into court; then you will have to speak." "All right, sir," replied 333, and he walked boldly into the bank and inquired for Mr. Dan. vers, the president. He was shown into a private office, where hi mt!t a white-haired, stately old gentleman, w:W

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12 "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME < looked pale and careworn, and so feeble that 333 felt sorry for him. : : "Well, my boy, what do you want with. me?" he asked. "Great heavens! Our cash b6x Where did you get this?" This exclamation was the beginning of a long talk. 333 told his story. The box was opened and in it the greater part of the stolen funds were found. Others came in and the story was told again and again. Mr. Danvers was greatly excited. He questi oned 333 most closely about Mr. Mellen. "I wonder if he escaped?" he kept saying. "I wonder if he escaped?" "Can I go now, sir?" asked the messenger boy, when he again found himself alone with the bank president. "Yes-that is, w.ait.-There is a reward here. You are certainly entitled to it. I will confer with the directors. What is your name?" "Well, sir, it may seem strange to you but I really haven't any name," was the answer. "You better use my number, same as every one else does. Put me down as 333." "But you surely must have a name," persisted Mr. Danvers. "You can call me Pat Murnhy' if you want to. That is the name l used to go by. I'm a foundling, sir. I don't know anything about myself. I didn't like that name. so I dropped it, and now everybody calls me 333." "A foundling," repeated Mr. Danvers, 100king at him fixedly. "Dear me, you look so much like her-but, no! It is impossible. Tell me your history, boy." "I haven't any. sir." "But you must have some life story. Have you always lived in New York?" "Always. When I a kid I lived with an old woman named Murphy. She had half a dozen boys likeme. We used to beg for her and she beat us when we didn't bring in any money. When I got bigger I ran away and sold papers, and blacked boots, and did any old thing to support myself. At last I got acquainted with a Wall Street gent and he got me on the district force and I've been there ever sincP, That's all the story I've got." "Poor boy! You've had a hard tim-e of it, I suppose," mused the bank president." "Yes, i?ir, I have, but I have worked hard and tried to keep myself respectable. It would have been .an easy matter for me to turn out a bum, but I just wouldn't and that's all. But what about that reward?" "You'll hear from me later. How correctly you speak I Have you been to school?" "To night-school, sir. Never had a chance to go to day school." ''.Ah! Those night-schools are good things. Well, my boy, I will not forget you. To put $10,000 into your hands involves a great respon sibility, but--well, I'll see about it. I have no right to hold the money back, I suppose." This ended the interview. 333 did not see Mr. Danvers again for some time, however. Later he heard that Mr. Mellen was -the president's nephew and that he had escaped the detectives and no one knew where he had gone. Later was a month-333 was sent for and upon going to the bank rei.:. eived the sum of $6,000 in cash, Mr. was not there then. It was said that he was sick and confined to the house. The remaining $5,000 went to Nugent's private detective agency, which 333 thought rather unjust, but Mr. Wilkie advised him to. be satisfied with he had got, so 333 pocketed the cash, signed a receipt and went back to work, and not a messenger boy _in the office ever knew of his good fortune, he kept right at his post just as though nothing had occurred. CHAPTER XI.-Who Said Diana? Meanwhile 333 worked straight on, for he knew no other business and rather enjoyed the excitement of a me ssenger boy's life. "You cannot hope to do much toward bettering yourself until you have gone a little further with your education," said Mr. Wilkie, wJ10 had be come a staunch friend of the boy. "Keep on at night-school for a while longer and I will. see whet I can do for you "You can't do anything for me, Mr. Wilkie," repli e d 333, quietly. "My mind is made up." "What do you propose?" asked the manager. "To educate myself. I'm going through col lege. l can never be anything until I'm educated. I know that perfectly well." "You've got a long head, 333," said Mr. WHkie. "I was going to advise you to invest your money in real estate, but if you mean to use it as you say, perhaps it would be better to let it stay at the bank." "Just what I intend to do, Mr. Wilkie. I'm not fitted for college yet, but another year at nightschool will put me there, my teacher says." "Well, don't study too hard," said Mr. Wilkie. "It seems most too much for a boy to work all day and all night, too. Still, you are one of the 'kind that will get there, 333." So the messenger boy worked on, and the summer passed and fall came again. It was early .in November when his next strange adventure came. "By Jove! he:re's that man Oliver at it again!" exclaimed Mr. Wilkie, as the number dropped. "He has put in more calls for new hands than any one I ever saw. Guess you better take him this time, 333." It was the first time 333 had been sent to Mr. Oliver, although most of the other boys had taken their turn there. "Hello, t'ree-t'irty-t'ree Where are yez off to now?" asked Danny O'Neil, happening to run into our hero at the corner of Broad and New Streets as he was hurrying along to answer his call. "Oliver, No. -Broad," was the answer. "Gee! You don't say? Know what I t'ink about dat shop, t'ree-t'irty-t'ree?" 'No, Dan. What?" "Crooked,'' said Danny, rolling up his eyes mys-teriously. "What makes you think so?" "Oh, I d'n know. Lkinder suspicion 'cm. The boss wears black specs fer wan t'ing. Dere's a blame pretty gal in dere, dough." "Oh, you are always looking out for crooks," -laughed our messenger boy, as he hurried away. The building on Broad Street to which 333 had

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',1 I "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 13 been sent was one of the older ones. It was shabby and in bad order, and had no elevator. 333 climbed the stairs to the top floor and found Mr. Oliver's name on a door in the rear. "Miscellaneous Securities," was below it, which really gave no clue to the man's business. A middle-aged gentleman wearing "black spectacles sat at a desk, busily writing, but there was no other sign of the pretty girl than a typewriting machine in one corner. "Hello, boy, you're slow!" growled the man, looking up. "Take this letter and go to the Cortlandt Street ferry. Be there at four o'clock watch the passengers off the boat. If a man comes up to you and says Diana, you give him the letter. That's all. You come right away then, but if he don't come you are to be there again at six and watch for him. Understand?" "Yes, sir," replied 333, taking the letter. He got out of the office in a: Hurry, and ran back to Mr. Wilkie as fast as he could go. Unfortunately, the manager had gone home for the day, and 333 felt very sorry for this. It is not necessary to say anything more in explanation of the reason than to mention that the shrewd little fellow had recognized Mr. Oliver in spite of his black spectacles as a gentleman whom he had met before. It was none other than "Curtis." The recollection of the adventure in the depart ment store came back to 333 with full force. "Danny was right. It's the same old gang of crooks," thought 333. "What shall, I do about it, as long as Mr. Wilkie is not around?" He thought for a moment, and determined to say nothing to Mr. Wilkie's assistant. "I rather think I'.m in for another adventure with those fellows," he said to himself. "I'm just going to put it through alone." So he went tc the ferry and stood before the gates when the four o'clock boat came in. He was there two boats ahead, and he waited three boats after, but no one spoke to him. Then he went back to the office and made a confidant of Danny O'Neil. "I want your help, Dan," he said, after telling him his suspicions. "You can spare me the evening, can't you?" "You bet I can, t'ree-t'irty-t'ree," replied Danny. "You seem to get all dat kind of calls. I'd just like to get in on one for de fun of de t'ing. What 'do you want me to do?" "Just to watch me, Dan, and follow me, if I go off with any one. Keep your eyes open and if you think there is any danger for me, call a cop and tell him all about it. I'm going to see this thing through to 'the end, but I don't care to get myself into trouble again." "I'm wid yez anny way, t'ree-t'irty-t'ree," declared Danny. "Come along." So Danny stood on the corner of Cortlandt Street and West, watching 333, while our messenger boy watched the gate when six o'clock came. The six o'clock boat came in, but no one spoke to 333. He waited for the next, and among the fir s t passengers to come through the gate was a stout, thick-set fellow, with a big felt hat and shabby old overcoat, who attracted his attention by the way he stared around. "A countryman," thought 333. "Wonder if that's my man? rubber-necking enough, anyhow.'', Just then the man's eyes rested upon him. He walked right past 333. "Diana!" Somebody said it! Was it the man in the shabby overcoat? 333 thought so. He sprang forward and laid his hand upon the man's arm, CHAPTER XII.-Mr. Sawyer. "Well, boy, what do you want with me?" asked the man in a half surly way, walking straight on across West Street. He looked at 333 sharply, however, and the boy saw that his face wore a peculiar smile. "Did you say Diana?" asked 333. "What if I did?" "In. that case I have a letter for you, providing you can tell me the name on the envelope." "Hello! Suppose I told you that the name was Sawyer?" "That would be all right. Here's the letter, sir." "Don't give it to me here, boy. Go across to the gin-mill on the corner. I'll talk to you there.'' 333 pulled away immediately. "Watch me, Danny," he whispered, as he passed his friend. When he entered the saloon the man was at the bar pouring out a huge drink of whisky. "Here's a letter for you, Mr. Sawyer," said 333, walking up to him. "Hello! Letter for me? Yes, that's right," was the reply. Mr. Sawyer tore open the envelope, glanced at the letter and thrust it into his pocket. "Have a drink, bub?" he said, in his abrupt way. "No, sir. I don't drink," replied 333. "Have a package of cigarettes, then?" "No, sir, thank YSI don't smoke cigarettes.'' "VV ell, have this? It .was a silver dollar this time, and 333 dropped it into his pocket. "I'd like to say a word to you, mister," he ventured to remark. "Say it," replied Mr. Sawyer, putting his glass on the bar and turning upon the messenger boy. "You're a stranger in town, perhaps, sir?" "I am. Never was in New York before in my life. I belong South. Well?" "I think I ought to warn you to be careful how you deal with the man who wrote that letter. That's all." "Why?" "I don't want to say. It's not my business." "By Jove! I'll make it your business, then. I pay for what I get. I want to get what you know.'' "I happen to know that he has been in trouble with the police, that's all, sir.'' "Just so. Much obliged. Boy, I suppose yoy know all the ins and outs of this yer town?" "Well, I know it pretty well, sir." "Born hyar, p'r'aps?" "Yes." "Nev.er lived nowhHe eJ:se, mebbe?" "No." "Are you through ]tmr day's work?" "Yes, sir. This l'l be my last call.''

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14 I "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME "Come with me, then, and stick close to .me. .Xen dollars for the job. Is it a go?" "Yes," replied 333, promptly, for he was e termined to see the adventure through. Mr. Sawyer paid for his drink, bought a dollar's worth of cigars, and thrusting them loose in his pocket, hastily l eft the s a loon. "Take m e to Broadway, boy," he said, and up Cortlandt Street they went; with Danny O'Neil close at tlieir heels. They walked along uptown on Broadway for several blocks, Mr. Sawye r never speaking a word. But his eyes were everywhere, and when he reached the Astor House he stepped up to an empty cab which stood at the curb a,nd said some. thing to the driver ill a low voice. "Now, then, tell me all you know about this man Oliver!" he exclaimed, as the cab started on uptown. 333 thought of Danny, but it was too late to do anything about that now. He could see no reason why he should not t<>U. the story of the shoplifting incident to Mr. Sawyer, and he did so, stopping right there saying nothing about the mysterious house uptown. "Huh! A crook! I thought as much," growled Mr. Sawyer. He lit a cigar and for a while smoked in silence. The cab ran up Park Row and turned into the Bowery, stopping in front of a clothing store. "Get out here and go in and fit yourself to a suit of clothes. Leave your uniform to be sent home to-morrow," said Mr. Sawyer, putting a ten-dollar bill inb the messenger boy's hand. Then he leaned out and called up an address to the driver. "That's our next call,'' he said, as 333 stepped out of the cab. "What are you waiting for, boy? Why don't you go in?" "Because I've got something more to tell you," replied 333. "You'd better look out!" The address given was that of the mysterious house uptown in which 333 and Mr. Babcock had their strange experience, now more than a year ago. CHAPTER XIII.-Green Goods Busines s. "Get your clothes first and do your talking afterward," said Mr. Sawyer, in reply to 333's hasty r emark. "There's going' to be music in the air to-night, and I'm to be the fiddler. Don't you be one bit afraid." There was simply no resisting the man. 3 33 gave one look around for Danny O'Neil, but could see nothing of him. Then he went into the cloth ing store, picked out a suit, put it on, left his own to be sent to his room, and returned to the hack. "Now we can do business,'' remarked Mr. Sawyer, as they rode on. "Before; we couldn't. Come, my boy, tell me all you know about these people. I don't doubt for a moment that you heard the address and know where we are bound." He accordingly did so, and omitting only names, gave a full account of his acquaintance with Garry, Curtis and the rest of the gang. ''Are you sure this man Oliver and your Curtis are the same?" "Why, I can't be sure, sir. You see, it's a good while ago.'"But think so?" "I do." "How did you recognize ,him?" "By his face, his height and his general air pearance, and particularly by a small scar on his_ forehead." Mr. Sawyer chewed the end of his mustache a few moments, and then said: "Well, boy, I'm ever so much obliged to you for your friendly warning. I knew you we1e fly aa soon as you spoke, but I did not guess you were as sharp as you are. If this night's work comes to anything you won't regret having trusted me. What's your m:me?" Then followed the old conversation so often re peated. There is no denying that 333 rather took pride in having no name. He could not make Mr. Sawyer believe it, however. When he persisted in giving only his number, it was easy to see that the stranger was somewhat v-exed. "All right, keep your name to yourself if you want to," he said, "but you make. a mistake in, not telling me. Hello! here we are!" \ The hack had stopped. 333 looked out of the window and saw that, sure enough, they had dr.awp up before the mysterious house. "This the place?" asked Sawyer. "This is the place?" r.eplied 333. "All right. Out with you. Remember, :you are my son. You've come with me from Hen rique, Louisiana. Don't forget that. For the rest, keep your mouth shut, that's all." Thus saying, Mr. Sawyer ran up the steps and rang the bell. After a brief wait the door was opened by a sad-looking young woman. It was "Miss Adams," and no one else. She eyed the visitors ,critically, but 333 saw no sign of recog-. nition in her face. "I want to see Mr. Cornwall," said the South erner. "My name is Sawyer. I've called by ap pointment. Is he in?" "Yes,'' replied "Belle,'' in a low voice. "You are to go into that room, but nothing was said about the boy." "He goes where I go," was the reply. "He is my son Again, Belle gave the messenger boy a critical look. She still barred the way and seemed about to speak, but just then the parlor door was thrown, open and Garry step,ped out, whereupon Belle hastily withdrew. "Come right in!" said Garry. "You are Mr. Sawyer, of H;enrique, I presume?" "I am," replied Mr. Sawyer. "This is my son." "Humph! You ought not to have brought a boy with you. "I had to. I had no one to leave him with . It's all right. "W' e ll, come in, anyhow," said Garry, opening the door wider. "This is not boys' business, though." The y were shown into the same old parlor. Nothing had changed. "My1" exclaimed Mr. Sawyer. "You're fixed up pretty slick here. The business must pay." "It does," i eplied Garry. "Have a chair. You'll find it .pays when you come to handle two or three lots of our dough, and don't you forget it. Nothing like it, Mr. Sawyer. Can't be told from the article. Here's some o{ ithave a look." Garry pulled out a huge roll of bills from his

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 15 pocket and flourished it in the face of Mr. Sawyer, running the bills over with his fingers. There were fives, tens and twenties in the roll. "Green goods business," thought 333, and he felt rather disgusted to think that he had tun against anything so common. Had Mr. Sawyer come up from Louisiana to buy? Apparently he had. He took several of the bills from Garry and examined them "They look all right," he said. "They are all right," replied Garry. "Hadn't you better send the boy out into the hall?" "'No; .he stays with me." "Well have it your own way. Now, to business. How heavy do you want to go in?" "I've brought t ree thousand dollars with me." "Go it all?" "I reckon I will." "How will you have it, large or small?" "Better make it fives and tens." 1 "All right; just step over here." Garry led Mr. Sawyer to a large desk, which stood across the folding doors separating the front parlor from the one behind. 333 remained where -he was watching. All this was old business, There is not a messenger b o y in New York who not have been "on to" the trick. 333 knew perfectly well that there must be a s .ecret panel ih the desk, and that the box to be .prepared for Mr. Sawyer would be passed into it and one containing sawdust or old paper given him in ex change. : 333 saw him count out a large sum in new bills and put it in a box. Mr. Sawyer paid his c a .sh' and was just about to take the box when Garry, pushing it further back on the desk said: "Just wait a minute; let's have a drink." "Not for me!" cried Sawyer, springing up and whipping out a revolver, with which he covered Garry. "Hand over that box, or you're a dead man! Ski;p, 333 Get the p c lice!" "'That blamed messenge1 boy again!" Garry cried, making a spring at Mr. Sawyer and try-; ing to wrench the revolver away. CHAPTER XIV.-A Friend in Need. 333 was upon his feet in an instant, but he did not start out of the house after the police. To have done so would have been to desert Mr. Sawyer in his extremity. Sawyer instantly fired, but missed his man. In a twinkling the revolver was dashed out of his hands, and he and Garry were down and struggling upon_ the floor. That was the time the brave little messenger bo_y_ jumped in to help. He almost got the revolver, too, and if-he had succeeded the result might hiive been different. The next instant the folding doors burst open and two men sprang into the room. They were Tom and Curtis, alias Oliver. "Kill him, Garry! Kill him!" cried Tom, pouncing upon 333 and striking the boy a cruel blow between the eyes, which sent him reeling back against the piano. By this time Curtis had the revolver, and Mr. Sawyer had been choked into unconsciousness. Tom had his back against the parlor door, and Curtis held the boy covered with the revolver. "So, so! It's you again!" hissed Garry, springing up and shoving his fist in the messenger boy's ( ' face. "By time! you've got a nerve to come to this house! Look here, boy, ycu'll never leavl!: it alive!" "No, no.! Don't kill him! Don't, for my sake!" called a voice between the folding doors. There was Belle, as white as a sheet. "Spa1e his life!" she added. "If you don't, so help me heaven I'll split and tell the police all that has ever happened in this evil den!" "You will, eh?" snarled Garry, turning fiercely upon her. "Try it, you squawking jaybird, and I'll--" He said no more, fJr Tom and Curtis both spJ:ang upon him as he made a rush for the girl. This was the messenger boy's chance, as he. thought. 333 ducked under the grand piano, got out o::i the other side near the door, which he instantly flung open and went bounding into the hall. The door was chained, and before poor 333 could let down the chain they were all upon him. Tom caught him by throat and Curtis 'kicked him savagely. Then his head was forced back and Tom pried his mouth open. 333 bit him c nce, but that did not save him. To his horror he saw Garry produce a small bottle and spring" toward him. His struggles were useless. Half the of the bottle went down his throat and for the time being that was the end of 333. "There!" exclaimed Garry, "that settles him. He must never leave this place alive. Where's Belle?" "Gone to her room," replied Curtis. "Don't you ever dare to raise your hand against that girl again." "Then don't let her dare to interfere with my business and threaten us. I've had enough of her airs and fine ways. She's not what she used to be. Let her look out for herself. I'll stand no monkey-business, that's flat." It took Tom to interfere. "Stop!" he cried. "I'll have no more of it. Is the other one dead?" "I guess so," growled Garry. "He was pretty n ear it when I took my hands off. What about this boy?" "Look at him and see if it is going to pay us to kill him?" replied Tom, with a sneer. "Well?" "Can't you see?" "No, I'll be gosh-blamed if I can." "Have you forgotten Mellen's story the night we had him full in here? The night of the .poker game?" "You don't mean that, Tom?" "I do." "But this cari't be the boy?" "Certainly not, but he'll answer the purpose. Remember, it's fifty thousand dollars reward." "But will he answer the purpose? What do you mean?" "You fool! Can't you see! Look down there and--" "By thunder, you're right!" broke in Garry, bending over the boy, "but you can never work it-never! The bo-y is too fly." "Yes, but he's only a messenger boy, and don't you forget it, he's on the make. .When we teir him what it all means he'll jump at it, and we'll bleed him afterward. We'll work it both ways." They withdrew to the parlor then, leaving 333 Iring on the mat. They had scarcely turned their

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16 "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME backs when Belle came gliding out from the shadows of the hall. She hastily drew a small bottle from her pocket, and removing the cork, shook some of the white powder which it contained into the half-open mouth of the messenger boy. The sympathetic girl had' recognized the messenger boy in spite of what he thought to the contrary. The white powder in the bottle was the antidote to the knock-out drops. It was not the first time by any mearis that Belle had occa sionto use it in that evil den. Twenty minutes later 333 opened his eyes and stared around. He was lying upon a cot-bed in a small room which was lighted dimly by a lantern suspended from tAl.e ceiling. Belle stood beside him with a pitcher and a glass in her hand. "Drink this, boy," she said, pouring a dark liquid into the glass. "It will do you good." CHAPTER XV.-What Plot Is This?' "It tastes like cold coffee," he said. "Thank you." "lt is cold coffee. It' s an antidote for the stuff they gave you. 333, whatever possessed you to venture back into this house?" "It was that man!" gasped the messenger boy. "Did they kill him? Is he dead?" "Dead, no! You can't kill his kind. He's as bad as the rest of them. Oh, why did you ever come here? You knew what they were." "Help me to get out and I won't bother you long," said 333, sitting up. "I know I got knockout drops and I expect you saved my life. I'm so thankful to you. I don't know what to say." "Then don't try," replied Belle, hastily. "No, I didn't save your life. That dose never kills. I only shortened your trance to give you time. Listen, boy. Y 011 once did me a service, and I'm ready to pay you now. Get up and follow me." "Tell me what to do and I'll do it,'' he said; "but why can't you come with me? You're too good to stay in this house. Why don't you walk away and leave it now?" Belle burst into tears. "Oh, wl1y, sure enough!" she exclaimed, bitterly. "It used to be' on account of my mother, but she is dead now. She never guessed what was going on here. Now it is mybrother, but I ought not to cling to, him. He has made me what I am-a criminal like himself, but-well, never mind, I can't go now, but the time is close at hand when I shall break away in spite of him. Come! We must get while they are busy with other matters. Follow me." She took down the lantern and led the way out of the room, carefully locking the door behind her. 333 now found himself in a cellar. There was coal and wood here, and over in one corner were a lot of old barrels piled up. Belle led the way behind the barrels, which stood out a foot or so from the wall. Running her hand along the wall, she pressed some hidden spring and several of the stones moved inward. "That's your way, boy,'' she whispered. "I don't dare to go with you, for fear that I may be missed. Follow on to,the end of the passage. It will lead you to the cellar of the house on the other street, where you were before. "Look along the wall and you will see the bolt. After you are once in the cellar it will be easy to get out. Go, now and for goodness sake never come here again!" She pushed 333 gently into the passage, handed him the lantern, and clo s ed the door behind him. "I'm going for the police this time,'' he muttered, as he hurried along through passage. "This thing is playe d out. Whether it gets me into trouble or not, I'm going to give those fellows away." In a moment he was at the end of the passage, and found himself up against a stone wall. lie looked the bolt which Belle had told him was so easy to find, and sure enough, there it was. There was no difficulty in opening the secret door here, and no doubt 333 would have gained the street a moment later if it had not happened that at that very moment Tom and Garry chanced to be in the cellar on the other side. They were just coming after ::!33, and there he was standing before them as the secret door flew back. "great Scotti '.fhat blamed messenger boy agam!" gasped Garry. "Hang me if he isn't as slippery as an eel!" 338 almcst dropped the lantern in his amaze ment. There he stood with his mouth open and never said a word, but he saw Toni nudge Garry and give him a warning look. Then in the most friendly way the villain held out his hand. "Shake, boy!" he exclaimed. "Blamed if I don't admire your grit! How did you come to be here?" "Well, I'm trying to get out," replied 333. "Say, they'll be looking for me. You'd better let me go." "I'll do better than that," replied Tom, "if vou'll just be good enough to tell me how you got out of that room." "Oh, I managed the lock." "And found the door at the other end of this passage? Nobody showed it to you, I s'pose?" "I didn't need that. I had no trouble in find ing it." That so? Well, you are sharp. We are trymg to do you up. Say, do you Hke money, my boy?" "Not the kind you deal in, boss grinned the messenger boy. "I can't use green goods-no!" "I don't mean that kind," he said. "What if I should tell you of a scheme which would give you a million?" "How?" "Hold on. .A,re you game to do as I tell you if you can see a million dollars at the end of the string I'm going to put into your hand?" There was no use in saying no, 333 thought. Therefore he said, "Yes." "What did I tell you?" said Tom, turning to Garry. "He's fooling you," growled Garry. "Try me and see," said 333, boldly. "I'm on the make as well as the next one, but it will be pretty hard to make me believe that you fel lows are not fooling me." "I can do it," said Tom. "Come right along with us, boy, and I'll teli you something that will make you open your eyes." 333 followed them quietly into the and upstairs into the room behind the parlor, where he had climbed into the window on the night of his former visit to the house. 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"333" OR TJIE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 17 stay with his ear clapped to the keyhole of the folding doors, which position he took the instant they left the room and had locked him in. "Now, then, Sawyer, we've got the 1boy in the other room," he heard Tom say. "If you want to go in with u s we'll let up on you and give you a chance." "Isn't there no other way?" was Sawyer's answer. "I own you are too slick for me. I came all the way up from Orleans on purpose to get the best of you. Waal, i didn't do it, and I s'pose you'll have to let me go soqner or later, but if I listen to this yere there's fuo telling where I'll land." "I'll tell you where you'll land, if you say no," S33 heard Tom say. "Where?" "In the North River with a big stone about your neck." "And if I go in with you?" "It's your money back and a thousand plunks besides." "Good!" replied Mr. Sawyer. "On them con ditions, boss, I'll swear to anything you say." __ CHAPTER XVI.-How To Turn a Messenger Boy Into a Millionaire. "What plot can this be?" thought the messen ger boy, pressing his ear. closer to the keyhole .. But he did not hear any more then. The voices of the speakers in the other room sank into whispers. They talked for some time, and then 833 heard Mr. Sawyer say: "Leave the boy to me. I'll teach him his part. He'll obey, never you fear." "Very well," was Tom's answer. "Now, mind, it's all right, but don't let him try to leave this house until the job iii done." That was the time 333 thought he had better get out and shake Mr. Sawyer altogether, for he did not relish the idea of remaining a prisoner at all. He made for the window, thinking to take his chance s in the back yards, but he was balked at the very start. Since his previous experience in the house a year before, there had been heavy iron bars put in place at the window. There was no such a thing as escaping. "I'll jolly them into letting me out," thought 833 and the thought had scarcely crossed his min'd when the door opened and in walked Tom. "Well, young man," he said, "how are you now?" "All right," replied the messenger boy. "How much longer are you going to leave me here? Thought you was going to tell me how to make a big strike." "Oh, your friend Sawyer will do that," laughed Tom. "We have made up our quarrel, ile and I. We are going back to the other house to have s0me 4linner now, and want you to come along." "And do I get my instructions there'?" asked 383 as innocently as if he had never overheard cne word. "Yes, you do," added Mr. Sawyer, coming into the room. He seemed quite at home, and looked as cool and collected as though .nothing had occurred. "It's all right, my boy," he added. "If you nt to get out of the messenger 'business, and make a big strike, we can put you in the way o doing it. All you've to do is just to tie yourself to me." 333 thought that Mr. Sawyer gave an almost imperceptible wink. Still he could not be sure that this was so, and he did not care very much whether it was or not, for he had fully made up his mind to chime in with their plans and see where this new turn of affairs was going to lead him. "I've been good for these fellows before, and I'll be good for them again," he thought. But he said, aloud: "Why, of course, I'm on the make. You ought to know that, mister. Didn't I do well in the Melfen business a year ago?" "By Jove, you did, then!" cried Tom, with a short laugh. "You made all there was to be made out of it, and we got left. Say, have you ever seen Mr. Danvers since?" "Never. What became of that man Mellen?" "Oh, he went to South America," was the care less reply. "Come along no.w. We are going back to the other house.'' They returned by way of the passage, and this time 333 was ushered into the 1back parlor. The folding doors had been thrown open and a table stood spread for dinner. Garry sat by the open grate fire smoking a cigar. Everythmg looked as cozy and comfortable a s possible. Garry got up and. shook hands with 333. "You're a blame smart fellow, that's what you are," he said. "For a kid, you are a wonder. So you are going to .i oin in with us, eh?" "Yes. I am, if there is any money in it, you bet," replied 333. At this moment the door opened and Belle entered, carrying a platter with a big piece of smok ing hot roast beef. The confidence men and M-r. Sawyer drew up to the table, 333 taking his place beside the Southerner. Garry carved tl 1 e beef and Belle passed the di shes around. It was a splendid dinner. Later champagne was opened, and the three men drank freely. 333 wondered how Mr. Sawyer dared to run the 1isk of drinking anything in that house. For his own part, he refused the wine each time. "Afraid we'll knock you out again, eh?" asked Garry, with a short laugh. "You needn't worry. You're safe. Most time that messenger was back, isn't it Tom?" "I should say it was ;, replied Tom. "He's been gone long enough. Sha'n't we explain to the boy now?" "I think we may as well. You do it." "All right. Have a cigar, Mr. Sawyer. You'll find it a good one. Now, then, let's sit up around the fire and talk. First of all, 333, what is really you name?" "Pat Murphy," replied our hero, promptly. "Father and mother living?" "No, I'm an orphan. I never knew either my father or my mother." "How about relations?" "Haven't any. I'm a foundling." "The deuce you say! Why, you are the very one we want. What's your story? Who. are you, anyhow? Where were you b()rn? Tell us all abcut it." "There's nothing tp tell, boss. I'm just a New York street boy."

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18 "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A N,AME "Where did you get your education? You talk too well for that.". . . "Picked it up at night-school. I'm no loafer. I believe in working. I've always worked since I was able to walk." "Just so,'' replied Tom. "Well, your working days are over, if you'll only do as we tell you. Now, the i;tory is this, young feller. There's a certain millionaire in this town what lost a grandson years ago. The kid was stolen a s a oaby from the nurse girl in the park, and ever .;ince the n the old man has been looking for him. We propose to help him find the boy, who, if still alive, ought to be jus t about your age. Do you catch on?" "Yes," said 333 promptly. "You want me to be the boy." "Exactly. How does it strike you?" "I'll d9 it." "Good enough! I knew h e'd fly!" cried Gany. "Told you it would be all right," adde d Sawyer. "Blame good cigar this. Say, 3 33, you'll be smoking 25 centrs when you g et to be a millionaire." "Well, I won't forget the f e llow s who made me one,'' .laughed the mes senge r boy. "That's one thing sure." "You're a brick," said Tom "The job i s as good as done. Let me tell you t b e rest: The mi s sing heir had a big brown mole on the side of his neck, just back of the left ear." "I've got that!" "Of course you have; that's why w e picked you out. Now, we've been working two week s to. manufacture a mol e like yours on the neck of a certain boy, but we had to drop h im. He was no good, and would never have filled the bill. When I. seen you to-night I made up my mind that--" Right here the b e ll rang. "There's the m e ss e n ger!" crie d Garr y, sp ringing up. Look out this feller don't get r e cognized," said Tom, quickly. "I don't know none of the uptown boy s,'' said 333. "All the same you had b etter step in behind that curtain,'' said Tom, and 3 3 3 was pushed into this place of concealment behind the heavy curtains whi c h hung at the back window. Meanwhile, Garry had gone to the door and now returned, u shering in a di strict mesRenger boy. "Good for you!" muttered 333, peering out from behind the curtain. The boy was Danny O'Neil. CHAPTER XVII.-Waiting. "What's this ?" exclaimed Tom. "You're not the fellow I sent up to Fifth avenue." "Dat's right, bo ss,'' replied Danny his eyes roving all over .the room. "Dat boy got tuk sick and had to go to de office wid d e answe r De bo s s, he ,,.ave it to me to bring around." "" "Oh, that's it, is it?" growled Garry, s u s pici ously. "Well, let's have it." Danny handed over a letter. Ga.rry thought the boy was looking right at him. He would have been rather astonished if he had known .what he was really looking at just tlien. The backs of the three men were turned toward I l_....J. the window, and 333 taking chances pushed aside the curtain and s howed himself to Danny, making a quick sign to him which he knew the boy would understand. Perhaps he did, and perhaps he didn't; Danny never turned a hair, but jus t stood there a s meek as Moses while Garry read the letter and pas sed it over to Tom. : "He's coming,'' 'he r emarked. "Good enough!" said Tom. "Here you are, bos.;:;.". He handed the letter to Mr. Sawyer "That's all right, then," s aid the Southerner, with a chuckle. "Do we want .this boy any longer?" "No," said Garry, putting his hand in his pocket and giving Danny a quarter. "T)1ank you, sir," r eplied Danny. ''Gee. what's de matter wid m e ? I'v e butter finge r s tonight." He dropped the _quarter, whicn went rolling toward the curtain, Danny making a dive for it. "Get out of that!" cried Tom, turning on "I got it, sir,'' replied Danny, jumping up off the floor. "All right! Good -night!" So h e had got it, and he got som ething el s e, too. There was a pape r pell' e t whe r e the qu arter rolled. It droppe d from behind tl!e curtain. Dann y saw i t d r op, and that was what w as the matter with the quarter. When h e got into tbe street he read as follows: "I'm working a game Dan. Put the copper s on to this hou s e. Tell them to watch for a nob who's coming in, and to warn him. Thes e f ellers are rank skins. This was 333's me ss age, and it is safe to say that neithe r e>f the thre e m e n ever dream e d that he had deliv ered one w h e n h e c a me, i n noc ently out from behind the curtain a mom ent later. -"Di d y9u se e that boy, 3 3 3 ? ask e d Garry. "Yes.'' "Know him?" "I told you I didn't know any Qf the uptown m essenge r hoy s." "You di d w e ll not to s how your.:;elf,'' said Tom. "I don't suppo s e you mean to do it, but if you have the l e a s t n o tion of trying any funny bm:i ness let me warn you you'll be shot d ead where you stand the. fir s t moment we see the -least cause to s u s pect you." "That's all right," said 333, "I'm out for money, and don t you forget it, bo ss." "Very good,'' repli e d Garry. "Now, you better g o upstairs and take a nap. We ll call you when we are ready for you. Follow me He led the way up to a n eat little ch amber and turne d the key on the mes.;:;enger b o y. 3 3 3 realized that he was a prisoner, and he sat down on the b e d and t r ied to think. The n ext thing he knew he was awakene d by a light hand b eing pressed agains t his forehead. 333 started up and saw B e ll e standing beside him, holding a small lamp in h e r hand. "Don' t do this thing, 333,'' she whi s pered, eagerly. "Don't l end yourself to this wicked plot." "Don't you fear,'' replied the boy, in a whisper." "J'm fly." I "I believe you, but you mean to expose this J house to the police. Isn't it so?" 333 was silent. "You do,'' continued the girl. "I konw it. a Don't. Escape while you can. I would have been here before if I had dared to come. Follow meJ8 \.{ . .;fl

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 19 and I'll put in th.e s .treet ins ide of two min-utes. Do it for 'my sake; 333." with me, and I'll go," said the messen ge.r, earnestly . "You.are too good to be here, Miss Belle.'.' "No, it is impossibl,e. I only wish I dared." "Then you won't go?" . ... I cannot; but you must.'' "I can't refus e you, but-" "To. o late! Too late!". breathed the. girl, sud-denly. A ring was heard at the doorbell, and at the same inst:mt there was a heavy footstep on the stairs. "I can do nothing for you now," whispered Belle and she slipped out of the room, locking the door behind her. "I'm in for it," thought 333, and he dropped back upon the bed and pretended to be fast asleep when Garry came into the room and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Get up, 333 !" he said. "The time has come. Get up and be ready to show yourself when you are called.'' "I'm ready now," replied the boy, springing off the bed. "That's the talk I Play your points well, hoy, e.nd, and I'm going to make a millionaire's heir out of you in ten minutes' time," Garry hastily replied. 1.'here was something in these words which aroused strange thoughts in the me ssenger boy's mind. N-0w for the first time temptation seized him. "What if I should do it?" he thought. "It woulq be a fine thing to be heir to a million, and, after all if this old fellow wants a grandson I'll he a one to him. It can't do the man any harm." CHAPTER XVIII.-Mr Sawyer Treats All Hands to a Little Surprise. There was a wait of fully ten minutes. Sud denly a door was heard to open below and a voice called out: "Come!" "Now!" said Garry. "Keep cool, boy.'' They w ent downstairs and while yet in the h all 333 heard Mr. Sawye r talking through the half-open door. "'I c a n s w ear to the boy, mister," he was s a ying He was brought to our town d own i n L o ui siana when. he was a baby, and h e's g r own right up under my eye Y e s, sir, he had the h alf of a twenty-dollar g old .. piece p i e r c ed and hung around his neck whe n I fir s t saw h i m I've g o t the p i e ce down South now. Never thought to bring it up with me, but I c a n get it. W e ll, h e r e he is to speak for h i m self." "That boy!" cried a l arge, portly old g entleman, who sprang up as G a r r y and the en teretr. "What fraud is this y o u a r e trying to play on m e ? That's district m essenge r boy 3 3 3 !" It was Mr. Danver s, president of the Twentieth National B a nk. Tom and Sawyer s tood staring almost as much confused as 333 himself. "You're away off, Mr. Danvers," said the for Jlier hastily. "This b'oy has just come from New He was never in New York before to day .We promised you we'd get the boy and we've done it. J;Ie stands before you. Don't be decdved by any fanciful resemblance. Look at the mole on his neck. Examine him-,-question him. We've got the .papers to prove that James Mellen sent the baby tQ New Orleans the day after it w.as stolen. Sit down, my daar sir, and keep cool."-.lo "Speak, young man," lOaid the banker. "Are yqu not the boy to whom I paid the big rewar.d? : Aren't, _you messenger No. 333 ?" "I am I" replied our hero, in a .low voice, "but, all the same, I think I may be the boy you .are looking for, sir.''. "Boy, what is your name? What is your his, tory?" he demanded. "Tell me all, and tell me truly. Don't be afraid." 1 "I don't know, sir. I've nothing to tell," re plied 333, "but here is something which.. I have always had by me ever sinc e I can remember." He ran his hand down under his collar and pulled up an object; 1mng around his neck by a string. It was the half of a twenty-dollar gold., piece .. "Great heavens( is it so?" cried Mr. Danvers, turning deathly pale. "Stop, boy! Don't show it to me yet. Is it-is it marked with the letter D?" "Yes, sir; it is!" cried 333. "Then here is the mate to it.!" said the banker; taking a similar pie ce from his pocket markeq with the letter R. "Reginald Dewar, you are my daughter's son, long lost, but now, thank heaven, restored to me! Shake hands, my boy! Oh, if. I had not been a fool I might have known t.hi11. before!" Thus saying, Mr. Danvers caught 333's hand and pressed it warmly, at the same time throwing an arm about his neck. "Come!" he exclaimed. "Let us leave this place!'' 1 "Not much you don't!" cried Garry, backing up against the .door. "This is e.Jl right, although rather unexpected, but you pay your bill in this house before you leave it, just the same." ; "Don't you P
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) , ,. -to ''333" oR THE' BOY WlTHOUT A : NAME Sawyer, sternly. .The first one of you who at tempts to leave this room gets a bullet. I am Joe Ned.well, of the New Orleans secret service. You green-goods men picked up the wrong dog when you opened correspondence with me." "That's right!" cried Mr. Danvers. "Don't let them go, officer. I'll back you up in anything you do. I know you now! You--" "I am the man you corresponded with a year ago, sir," broke in the detective, hurriedly. "You were looking for this boy then, and I supplied you with certain information about his early life in New Orleans. I haven't the least doubt that you have found the riglit boy, but' you must un derstand that these men knew nothing about him. They meant to palm him off upon,. y(.)u as your li>st grandson, little dreaming that he was ac tually the boy for whom you had searched so long. Speak up, there, you two, or one of you! Isn't it so?" "Well, I suppose I've got to admit it. Yes, it's just as he tells it," growled Garry. "Say, can't this thing be fixed up? I'll pay--" :i "Not me," .broke in the detective. "I'm not to be bribed. 333, lend me a hand here." "Yes,' sir!" replied the messenger boy, promptly. He had been silent as became him, under the circumstances, and was only too glad to be of some use again. "Take one of these revolvers and keep that man covered!" added the detective. "Mr. Dan I'll trouble you to do the same for the other. Thank you! Now I'll get the bracelets on these two scoundrels. We've been kind of slow tonight, 333, but we got there just the same." \ It was up with Tom and Garry. If Curtis had been on hand to help, perhaps they might }lave been able to turn the tables, but neither Curtis nor Belle had appeared, and Tom and Garry found themselves prisoners a moment later. Joe Nedwell then led Tom and Garry out of the house. "My dear boy! My daughter's son!" cried the banker, embracing 333 tenderly. "Oh, this is a great day for me and for you, too! Your trou bles are all over now. From this time forward you are under my protection. Thank heaven for the strange fatality which brought us together tonight!" "But are you sure, sir?" asked 333. "I don't want you to make any mistake. Remember, I know actually nothing about myself, and--" "You have proved your identity," interrupted ftir .' Danvers. "You are undoubtedly the boy who that scroundel, James Mell en, had s tolen so that he could usurp your place. But enough of this. I will tell you the whole story later. Ah! what now? Good heavens, Reginald, it is the police! They are about to descend upon the hou se. I wouldn't have this get into the papers for a thou sand dollars! What shall we do?" A patrol wagon had come dashing up to the front door. Out of it Danny O'Neil and six policemen. Three -of them ran up the steps and the bell was ringing furiously, all of which Mr. Danvers and 333 saw from behind the win dow-curtains "I think I can fix this, sir," he exclaimed. "We can go out by the other house. Follow me. There's a -girl here who has been very kind to I'd like to protect her, but--" "Later! Later!" interrupted Mr. Danvers. "Any one who has. been kind to you shall be amply .rewarded; but don't stop now, Reginald, Let us keep this thing out of the papers if we possi bly can. Lead on. I am in your hands." 333 slipped downstairs into the cellar, Mr. Danvers following him. They met no one, and the messenger boy found no difficulty in making his way into the secret passage. He struck a match and led on under the yard, telling Mr. Danvers something of his previous experience there as they hurried along. "What a lot of scoundrels they are, to be sure!" exclaimed the banker. "They richly deserve a term in Sing Sing, and I hope they may get it, but what about that third man you mention, Regi nald? Is there no danger to us from him?" "I hope not. I declare, I never thought of Curtis!" exclaimed 333, in dismay. "I suppose you haven't got a revolver about you, sir?" "No, no! I never carry such a thing; and you?" "I don't, either. I-there goes the match. I'll have to light another. Wait a moment. We bet ter have a light before we go ahead." "I hear somebody in front of us!" whispered Mr. Danvers. "Be quick with the match!" "No hurry! Take your time!" a voice spoke out of the darkness. 'If you fellows haven't a revolver, I have. I'll take care of you." It was Curtis! The match flared up before he finished speakig. There he stood right in their path with a cocked revolver pointed at Mr. Dan-vers' head. CHAPTER XX.-The Escape. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" cried the banker. "Good heavens I Put that thing down!" "I'll ram it down your blamed throat!" sneered Curtis, striding toward them. "Get in ahead there! Get in with you I This game isn't up yet. I'll attend to your case, 333." 333's answer was rather peculiar, and it did not come in words. As Curtis came toward him he lowered his head, made one quick spring and butted the green-goods man in the stomach. Down they went together. The revolver was discharged in the struggle. Mr. Danvers cried out in ter ror. He need not' have been alarmed. 333 was quite equal to the situation. Up he sprang, un harmed, and in possession of the revolver. "That's me, Mr. What's-your-name!" he cried. "I've got the big end of the stic k now. Follow us if you dare. Get on, grandfather. I'll guard the rear." "Oh, if we were only out of this!" groaned Mr, Danvers. "But it is worth every risk to hear you call me by that name." They were at the door a moment later. As for Curtis, he scrambled up and, shouting out some threatening words, ran back along the secret pas sage. "The cops will get him sure, and I hope the do," said 333, trying to open the doo1. It would not yield. To his disgust, 333 found that he had forgotten the working of the secret spring.

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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 21 "What shall we do?" Mr. Danvers was exclaiming, when suddenly the doer flew open and there. stood Belle with a lighted lamp in her hand. "The police have the other house. I 1Cnow all!" she exclaimed. "What have you done to my brother, 333 ?" "Nothing,'' replied the messenger boy, "b.ut if he had not been your brother I should certainly have given him a taste of his own medicine. Is the way clear? We are going out." "It is clear. Go, and never come back again!" replied Belle, greatly agitated. "Go out by the ba!iement door." "Come with us!" cried 333. is the young lady I spoke of. more than once, and--" "Grandfather, this She has helped me "Come with us, my dear. Come! Abandon this life forever," pleaded the old gentleman, taking the girl's arm in a kindly way. "You cannot help your brother, but he can, and will bring ruin to you." Belle burst into tears." "Oh, my brother! How can I leave him?" she exclaimed. "I have stood by him so long-so many years!" "Come!" said Mr. Danvers, kindly. "Come with us! I shan't forget what you have done for my boy. I'll put you in a position where you can do far more for your brother than you can by staying here." And, Belle yielding at last, they all left the house together. No one paid any atte:qtion to them as they went out by the basement door. 333 then took charge and hurried them over to Sixth avenue, where they boarded the elevated cars. As they rode on uptown Mr. Dan.vtrs questioned Belle about her past, but the girl was very reticent and he could not get much out of her. "Where are you taking me to?" she asked. "I think you had better let me go." "You are at perfect liberty to do as you please" replied Mr. Danvers. "You can go home with me if you like, and I will see you kindly cared for, or--" "Oh, I can't! I can't!" broke in Belle. "All I want is a chance to earn an honest living. me enough to pay for a lodging and I will leave you at the next station. It is better so." At the next station Belle left the train with $50 of Mr. Danvers' money in her pocket, and it was a long time before the messenger boy saw her again. They left the car at Fiftieth street and walked over to Fifth avenue. Mr. Danvers stopped at one of the finest mansions on the avenue, and mounting the steps, opened the door with a latchkey. "Do I leave you here?" asked 333. "I've seen you safe to your house, and now--" "Leave me! Never again must you leave me, my dear boy!" exclaimed the banker. "Walk right in, Reginald Dewar! From this day forth :this is your hoine !" CHAPTER XXI.-Mr. Babcock Tries a Bold Game. .. It transformed Messenger Boy No. 333 into Mr. Reginald Dewar, the recognized heir to old John Danvers, the multi-millionaire, and it was all I t so t]:i.at .very few knew how it came about. Of course, Mr. Wilkie had to be mformed. He was the first to congratulate Reginald. .. "I always knew you'd turn out to be some'. body, my boy," he said, shaking 333's hand warmly. "I'm sure I rejoice in your good tune. You were always faithful in your work and you richly deserve it, but don't get the big head, and don't 'forget your old friends." 1 One of the first things he did was to persuade his grandfather to take Danny O'Neil into the bank as a messenger, at good pay. Detective Joe Nedwell landed Tom and Garcy in the stationhouse all right, but Curtis escapeq, The two mysterious houses' were thoroughly over_hauled and rented to other parties. It was said that they belonged to an ex-alderman who was entirely aware of the character of his tenants. Whether this was true or not we cannot say, but certain it is the captured green-goods men found no difficulty in getting bail and the ex-alderman was the man who went on their b ond. Detective Joe Nedwell, with a thousand dollars of Mr. Danvers' money in his pocket, went back to New Orleans, expecti .ng to be called to New York any day to appear against the captured greengoods men, but he never was, for the case never came to trial. Meanwhile, Reginald-we propose t1>' drop 333-had become quite at home in the g:reat house on the avenue. If he felt any doubts as to his identity, Mr. Danvers had none, for he immediately made a new will under which every dollar of his wealth was bequeathed to his grandson. Tl).e next thing was to complete the boy':;; education. Mr. Danvers was greatly' surprised to find how much he knew already, thanks to night school and the boy's diligence. Indeed, .Reginald was surprised at himself when he finally brought up in one of the junior classes at Ccf lumbia College. One morning, late in October, a little more than a :year after our hero's lucky day, Mr. Danvers sent for Reginald to come to his room, at a little after eight o'clock. "Reg,'" he said, "I'm not feeling well this morning. I wish you'd take these papers to thj:! bank and tell Mr. Whitehouse that I shan't come downtown until to-morrow. If he has anything to send me in return tell him you'll call for it at four o'clock. You'll have to get off from college early, but it can't be helped." Reginald lost no time in attending to his errand, for there were important classes on that day, and he did not like to miss them. Still he found time to run into the old office and say a word to Mr. Wilkie, who was glad to see him, as he always was. "By the way 333 said the manager-he could not seem to get hold of the new name--"! suppose you know that your old friend, Mr. Babcock, failed last week. A mise:rable business. He is utterly ruined and a lot of unfortunate people have been dragged down with him. That's the way it goes down here on the Street." Reginald was not much surprised. Still he was sorry, for he could not forget the broker's liberality to him in the past. Reginald then started up Broadway, intending to take the elevated at the City Hall, and, as I

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-22 "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME luck would h8ve it, ran right into Mr. Babcock at the corner of Fulton street. "Great Scotti Why, is it you, 333 ?" he ex claimed. "By gracious, I'm glad to see you I I suppose you've heard about my trouble. It's a bad affair, but there's hope yet. Get in here with me. I'm going right uptown. I want to tell yo u all about it. I always thought a lot of I you, 333." .. Reginald did not like to refuse, so he yielded, and they drove 9ff up Broadway, Mr. Babcock -tattling on about his troubles as they rode along. "Remember that thousand dollars I gave you, 833 ?" he suddenly exclaimed, when they were up somewhere arolind Grand street. ) "Indeed I do, sir," replied Reginald, guessing what was coming next. "Of course I meant it as a gift," continued the broker, "and I wouldn't have you t.hlnk other=" wise, but if you could persuade your grandfather to cash my note for that amount it would he1p on my foet again. Only as a loan, miui you. 1'11 pay it back inside of a month." "You can consider it done," replied Reginald, promptly. "I've got that much money myself. I don't 1mve to bother Mr. Danvers at .ali." "I'm sure I'm very much obliged to you, 833," said the broker, in_, a confused way, just as
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"333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME 23 "Half a million." "I expcted it. Well, I'll give it. On the dar I come into John Danvers' fortune half a million is yours, but it can't be done in writing now." "I suppose not. I wish it could. Isthis where we stop?" "It is. Now to get the boy out. This is his last day on earth. To-night his dead body goes into the river and don't you trouble yourself with an idea tha:t it will ever come to the surface. Out with you. I'll attend to the rest." "Mr Babcock got out hastily. There were few :people in sight. The neighborhood was given up to factories and lumber yards. fact, this house was tlie only dwelling on the block. "Go right in the basement way. I'.11 follow with the boy," said Mellen. . It was a bold game 1;o play in broad daylight, but Mellen was a man of wide experience . He .knew that it is the .bold game.that succeeds. Evidently -the' man on the box understood his business, for he :instantly drove off. Perhaps. if Reginald had been able to get a l ook at him then he ould have recognized his old acquaintance, Mr. "Curtis," alias "Oliver," for it was certainly no one else. : "Now we've got him.!" chuckled Mellen, letting the bo}.'.. fall upon the hall floor. "Shut the door, Babcock and be sure that you lock it. The game is in&ur hands." : CHAPTER XXIII ...:::Belle to the Front Once More Mr. Babcqck lost no time in locking the door, and as soon as it was accomplished he assisted James Mellen to carry the messenger boy upstairs and into a small hall bedroom where he was thrown down upon a dirty bed. -"Here's where he sees his finish," declared Mellen. "Reginald Dewar, my dearly beloved cou sin, you will never leave this room alive." "Can't it be fixed otherwise?" asked Mr. Bab cock, with shudder. "I think I could arrange it -to have. the boy shipped off to Australia or some other point. If he ever turned again we would simply have to deny that we ever saw him before and to treat him as an impostor. It is easily done." "No, no! Not on your life! We must take no such chances. Leave him alone. He will die a painless d eath. See that tube projecting out of the wall there?" "I do!" shuddered the broker. "Well?" "Well, it is connected with the gas meterthat's all." ,. "And you propose to turn on the gas?" "I do. Come on. This room is gas tight. Inside of twenty minutes that boy will cease to Hve." "I wish it could be done otherwise," shuddered Babcock: They withdrew then an' d the door was closed and lo'Cked. Reginald lay still on the bed. Mr. Babcock's antidote had not revived him; his life was now hanging by a thread, and yet, strange say, the boy had heard every word of the wicked _plot which had been discus s ed in his pres' ence : The antidote had done just that for him and no more. It had restored the messenger boy's !"senses, but it had given him no control whatever over his limbs. And this.made the situation even more terrible. Reginald had heard every word. He was entirely aware of Mr. Danvers' danger as well as his own. For himself he scarcely thought, but it. drove him almost mad to think of his grandfather being slowly poisoned by the man, John Cook, who had been engaged through an advertisement a month before. From the first Reginald had distributed this fellow.. He knew now how well founded this dis trust was, but what could he do? In vain he struggled and tried to throw off the force of the drug. He could do nothing, however. He could not even open his eyes, and he tried to do so with all the force of his will, for something new had h11-ppened now. There was somebody moving about the room. He could hear distinctly. There : was certainly some one near him and yet he knew that the door had been locked. Reginald made more nughty effort and. succeeded. His. eyeE '.opened. Dayl_ight came throug_h the cracks of the blinds and he could distfoctly see a woman stand: ing over by the wall. She was stliffi.ng her pocket : handkerchief i11to the opening of the projecting tube. "Belli.!!" gasp_ ed R eginald; . :The girt tutne_ d on him' with a startled cry. "333 !" she breathed. "Thank heaven! He hae not killed you! Quick! Up! Escape 'from thie liouse while there is yet time! They have turned ; the gas on already, but they never guessed that I saw them coming and hid under the bed to save you. Oh, why don't you get up? Why don't do as l say?" It was Belle Brown and no one else. Most for. tunate was it for Reginald "that she had not aban' doned her_ brother a year before, as he urged her to do. "I can't get up! I can't move an inch!" gasped the boy. : 'B.ut if you can get me out of this house I'd do anything fdr you that you may ask. Any-thing! Do you hear?" "333, I want no reward if I can save you," re plied' Belle, almost sternly, "but what can I do? This window is securely nailed, the door is fast ened on the outside. The handkerchief which I -have stuffed in the. gas.pipe may keep us alive for a while, but it cannot be for long; to me it looks very much as if we should have to die together, unless you can get off that bed and lend me a helping hand." The words were scarcely spoken when a key was heard grating in the lock. "We are lost!" Belle, wringing her hands in agony. "It is Mr. Mellen. He is cominr: -to see why the gas will not work." Once more Reginald made a mighty effort to spring up from the bed, but once more he failed. "If h e kills you he must kill me fir st!" cried Belle, throwing h e r self in front of the boy a s tre door went flying back CHAPTER XXIV.-Cc nclusion. "33 3 Oh, 333 H was Mr. Babcock and not James Mellen, who came stumbling into the room. The broker was p1etty drunk now and he called out to as the door flew open, but he started back y, },en he saw Belle. "Who the mischief are you?" he gasped. -

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24 "333" OR THE BOY WITHOUT A NAME "A friend to this poor boy," replied the girl, firmly. "Don't dare to touch him! I'm desperate! This crime shall not be committed while I live." "Oh, Mr. Babcock, have mercy on me!" said Rer.nald, faintly. "I stood your friend when--" 'Yes, and I'm going .to stand yours now," broke in the broker, thickly. "That's why I'm here, 333. I couldn't bring myself to do it. That cousin of yours has gone out for a moment. Now is your time. Drink this. It will put you on your feet. No1 no, girl. Don't you touch it. This is for 333." He shan't drink it I He shan't I You are try ing to poison him!" she cried. But Babcock was too much for her. Catching her by the throat he thnnv her roughly to one side. "It's only the antidote, you fool!" he hissed. "Who are you, anyhow? How did you come here? Drink it, 333.'' Reginald took the bottle and drank off its contents. The effect was immediate. In an instant the boy's strength returned to him and he sprang off the bed. "Thank heaven!" gasped Belle. "Oh, sir, I have wronged you. This boy is my only friend and--. "And so is he mine," broke in the broker. "I suppose you are Jack Brown's sister, but I don't care who you are. Come, 333.'' "Not without Belle!" cried the messenger boy. "You won't refuse me this time. You will go with me?" "I must. My brother will kill me for this," replied Belle, sadly. "I give him up at last. I'm in r,our hands, 333.'' And I'm going, too," said Babcock. "I may be a drunkard, but I'm no murderer. .You don't know what you have escaped, 333, but I just couldn't do it. When you come to think of me let it be as kindly as you can.'' He led the way out of the house and hurried them around into Eleventh avenue. The spot where he left them was the identical place where Belle had met them in the cab that memorable night, now more than two years before. "Good-by, 333," he said. "I am going to leave New York to-day. You will never see me again. As I said before, try to think as kindly of me as you can." He offered Reginald his hand and the boy dld not hesitate to take it. A moment more and he was gone, but Belle did not leave Reginald until they reached the corner of Broadway and Fiftyninth street. "Here is an address where I can be heard from,'' she said, handing him a scrap of paper with a number scrawled upon it. "Let me know how it all ends.'' Reginald promised and she left him. Instead of going directly home the boy hurried to the police station in which precinct Mr. Danvers' house was situated. Here, as it happened, he was well known, having often _taken messages there in former years. F:r;om the station he went to the hou se with all possible speed. Opening the door with his latch-key, he flew upstairs two steps at a time to his grandfather's room. Without stoppink to knock he burst into the room just in time to see the man Cook in the act of handing Mr. Danvers a glass of wine. "Why, Reg! What's the matter?" demanded the old gentleman as Reginald snatched the glass .away from the treacherous valet. "The matter is that this wretch is trying to poison you cried Reginald. Before he could utter another word, Cook sprang out of the room and went dashing down the stairs. "Stop him! Whose work is this?" gasped the millionaire. "James Mellen's work!" cried Reginald. "He can't get out, grandfather. The police are at the door. Thank heaven I was in time to save you from this dose, which might have laid you in your grave.'' And out bf the room Reginald went dashing. When he gained the lower hall there was Cook struggling in the hands of two policemen. "Hold him! That's the scoundrel!" cried Reginald. "I charge him with attempted murder. Don't let him escape." He need not have spoken, for his old acquaintance, the sergeant from the station, came in through the door just then. Escape for the prisoner was impossible, and with his arrest the troubles of our hero came to an end. The wine, upon being analyzed, was' found to contain a large quantity of arsenic. Later the man Cook confessed that he had been hired by James Mellen to take the situation and poison Mr. Danvers. This confession cam after Mellen's arrest. There was no trial, however. Mr. Danvers did not press the charge and later Mellen went to Sing Sing on the old charge of embez.zlemept from the Twentieth National Bank. From. that day forward Mr. Babcock was never heard of. It is believed by many of his former friends that he went to South America. Belle Brown was liberally provided for by Mr. Danvers, who speedily recovered his health. The old banker settled a sum of money upon the deserving girl and aided her to go to the far West, where she is now living, earnest in her work as a hospital nurse. Just one year ago Mr. Danvers died and to-day Reginald Dewar is one of New York's rising lionaires. Next week's issue will contain "JOE JECKEL,i THE PRINCE OF FIREMEN." 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PLUCK AND LUCK 25 AL, THE ATHLETE, OR, THE CHAMPION OF THE CLUB By R. T. BENNETT (A Serial Story) CHAPTER XXIV. Conclusion. "Oh, my! How complimentary!" she laughed, as she seated herself in the stern sheets. "All ready, captain1 Give way at the oars!" Al rowed slowly, and as the boat crept along under the shade of the trees he saw Jennie look in7. at him intently, and he asked her: 'What's the question that is troubling your mind?" "Papa won't tell me anything about your raid on the and that dreadful tramp Scotty. I was just wondering whether you would be more generous and tell me. ail about what happened." "I don't see any reason why I shouldn't, Jennie," answered Al. "Just name the facts you wish to get posted on, and I will answer as best I can." _, "Well, how about the arrest of William Drew and Scotty?" "Nothing to it," replied Al. "Fox and I were at the window of Digman's tavern. The detective aimed a pistol at the pair, and' I climbed inside and handcuffed them together. They were lugged off to jail. At the hearing they were held for the grand jury without bail. Scotty turned States evidence, and swore that William Drew gave him money to steal Bud from your parents. He went on to say that Mrs. Drew, who lived apart from her husband in New York, was given charge of the boy and she reared him until Scotty stole Bud from her. He wanted to blackmail the mill-owner with the little fellow, when we boys got Bud from the tramps." "I see!" nodded Jennie. "Go on, Al!" "Well," resumed the boy, "in addition to that Scotty admitted that the burglar who robbed your house was Jim Drew." "Good! Good!" "Jim was arrested, too." "Then the police have the whole Drew family?" "Not Jim's mother. She gave testimony against her husband which corroborated what Scotty said. That clinched the prosecution against the mill-owner, and he was remanded for sentence." "And Scotty?" "He was sent up for ten years." "Did papa prosecute Jim Drew for robbing him?" "He did, and the thief is already sentenced, and I have been vindicated of the charge. Your father appeared against him merely to make sure that I was entirely cleared of the charge of burglary." "Then I am glad he did it." "Do you want to hurry back?" asked Al. "Not particularly." "Then I had better slacken the skiff's speed," laughe d Al, as he rose and took a seat beside her . "Isn't this delightful?" she asked, as she gazed at the blue sky and listened to the rippling of the water beside the boat. "It's dangerous to become entranced with the scenery." "Why?" she asked, innocently. "Because you might fall out of the boat." "I ain't afraid while you are with me." "As a safeguard against it, I had better support you," said Al, and he slipped his arm around her slender .waist. She made a pretense of making him take it away, but her effort was not very strong, aI\d she suddenly ceased the attempt altogether. "Comfortable?" he asked in low tones. "Not entirely." "Want a head rest?" "I don't mind." And over went her pretty head UP
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26 PLU C K AND LU C K J ennie arrive at a suitabl. e age they will get m arried And so we will leave then), happy, contented and a t peace wi t h all the world. The End. A NEW SERIAL COMMENCES NEXT WEEK DEADSHOT DICK, THE BOY RIFLE K I NG -OR-. A ,TE N D E R FOOT AMO NG T H E C O WB O YS By R. T. Bennett A FINE ST OR Y FOR THE B O YS. READ IT! NEXT W E E K 140-YEAR-OLD CLOCK RUNS A clock that was ticking off the sec o nds when. George Washington was Presi d ent, is still k eeping accurate time in the home of W. F Arms of Malad. The clock, according to a recent che ck-up in its life history, has be e n running for over 140 years. It was built in Switzerland and all the. wheels except on e are of wood. O ne New Jersey realty development corporation interested in Monmouth County property had ?e cided to u s e aeroplanes to show the prospective buyers "how the land lays." "Take your client up in the air," says this de veloper, "and h e can see more in five minute s than he can in five days on land, and he h a s learned more about the p roperty than h e could in hou r s of. talking and pouring over maps literature and pic-tures GOOD LOCK URGED AS CAR EQUIPMENT A secure lock should be a part of every car's equipment if it i;; to be parked often.. ,When planning to park an automobile alongs ide of a curb it is essential not to get too close to the car ahead when stop ping or wh e n starting up again. Leave a couple of feet if pos s ible. The car ahead will be les s liable to back into it when pulling out, and thus d ente d fenders may be avoided. If a driver par k s right up against the car ahead and another car parks close to the rear of hi s machine, there will always be trouble when getting the car out. . There will be no space l eft for either backmg or going ahead. H OME OWNER ELIMINATES LOSS FROM MOVING Those of you who com p l ain about you:r rent, a bout having to move every two or three years becau se the landlord "won't fix up the place" or sells it "out from under you" consider this fact: The rent the home owner pays never goes u p I Whether y o u own you r home free of debt or are acquiring it under contract payments the charges you m ust 1 pay per month are difinitely fixed through the period of your possession. No one can compel you to pay more, nor can you be i:ompelled to move elsewhere to seek lower rents. It seems that those who rent oftentimes fail to take into consid eration this important fact. It is one o f the reas ons why t.he. family committed to a program of home ownership begin s to make headway from the momE!nt it fits itself to s u ch a program. Then the 1osses through continued moveing are eliminated. The old ada g e that "three m o ves are as good as a fir<"" i s certainly close to literal truth, asevery r enting family knows. KISS IN THE DARK GETS FRENCHMAN OUT OF JAIL A ki s s in the dark got a Frenchman out oi prison the other day. The prisoner, Fritz Gabril, had been hehind the bars two years and had several more to serve. His wife came to s e e him. At the leave taking in the dark corridor Gabri! and his wife embraced with especial warmth, the parting kiss being so movie T like that the guards notic e d it and were moved. Gabril had a slip of paper in his cheek. It pas s e d his wife's lips during the embrace. On the paper was written: "Tomorrow, during the recreation hour, I will jump ov e r the wall. Have a vehicle waiting for me on the other sid e of the road. Mrs. G a bri! had the vehicle. H e r }l.usband got away and hasn't be e n h Eard of s i nce. She was' detained by the authorities. DURABILITY MAIN FACTOR IN CHOICE IN ROOFING HOME Many miles away, as one approaches a town, 'we1 note how conspicuous are the roofs and church spires against an almost solid blue-green back-1 ground. Most of us recall the days whe n these roofs' were hardly without exception o f natural gray slate, sugges tive of the rugge dne s s our fore-' fathe1 s obs erved when designing and building their homes. These roofs endured years with no attention whats oever. When once applied they were entir. ely forgotte n These houses were built in a period of good, sound construction and these very bui lding's are standing to-day with their original ro o fs, ful in tP.eir quaint staunchness. In some communities vivid penetrating color -later found its way both in natural slate and in manufactured roofing materials. A choice of every known shade became available to appease' the public taste often with the result that the less s crupulous builder was tempted to give color, but, unfortunately, disregard 1uality. However, the fallacy of such practice is now being felt. The annoyance and expense of up keep has inje cted much seriousness in tl\.e thoughts of the h o me owner or buyer. Thus we are back where we started-and a bit wiser. Color is desirable, it is true, but if dura. bility must be sacrificed to attain it, it is scarcely, worth while. After all, the great strength a?I sturdiness of a roof imparts a keen sense of subtl11 beau ty. O J Put on a roof that does its duty-sheds and stays where it is p u t without f urther attQ1.' t i o n a n d a dd colo r if obtainab l e economica lly. i:x s )!if.ii

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/ PLUCK AND LUCK 27 PLUCK AND LUCK NEW YORK, AUGUST 10, 1927 TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS HOW TO SEND llIONEY-At our send P. O. illoney Order, Check or Registered Letter; remittancea in any other way are at your risk. We acce1>t Postage Stamps the same as cash . Whe'n sending silver wrap the Coln In a s eparate p'iece ot paper to avoid cutting the envelope. Write your name and address plainly. Address letters to Coples ............... Postage Free 8 centa One Copy Thrt!e Months . '1 00 :Ono Six Months .... . ;; ;; A)n6: Copy One Year.............. -a . Canada, $4.50; Foreign, '1) .00 WESTBURY PUBLISHING CO., Inc. 140 Cedar Street, New York City. :FRED ICNIGHT, Pres. and Treas. :a. \V. !11ABB, Vice-Pres. and Sec. INTERESTING ARTICLES FIGHTING "GAS" TAX The 3-cent gas oline tax, new imposed on ii.ts in Michigan, has ar_oused strong m D"etroit, where the and .tt:e Detroit Auto mobile Club are circulatmg petitions for a refer endum. VIBRATION HELD RUINOUS TO The most punishment a car can receive 1s to Gtive over a road of constant. ro.ughness a-t a Peed which causes the bu!llpmg of the .vehicle to match the period of vibrat10n of the sprmgs . Constant vibrations are wors e than wrenchings. Vibration will work havoc with everything on the car and is one of the most severe factory tests for machines. BIG TRAFFIC.JAM ON QUEENSBORO BRIDGE Crossing of Queen s bpro Bridge by au tomobiles on each day, July 2 and 3, accci:dmg to the police report, emphasizes the and value of the prop os e d triboroug h bndge. Committees of the Que e n s boro and Brooklyn :chiambers of Commerce conferred las t w e ek with F. And1 e w s engineer of the Highways and B..ridg es Bureau, strong l y recomm ending an e x press highway between Broo klyn a:r:d Long Island !City to link with the proposed bridg e over H e ll and the Harle m River into M anhattan and :Bronx. BANKERS IN l!, AVOR OF GASOLINE TAXES Advocacy of the t a x on gasoline a s "the mo s t scientific form of motor vehicl e P.:teSsed by the comm e rce and oflthe American B ankers' A ss ociat10n at the an nal meeting of the a ss ociation' s executive council m IHot Springs Ark. Pointing that the ::uto motive industry now l"anks first m our national idustries, the report states that the motor truck iltaieeting "a real public need in providing quick, flexible service for distances from thirty to sixty miles." SAFE AND SANE CAR DRIVING Just .. as long as the automobile driver persists in abusing rather than using the safety devices with which his car is equipped, gruesome tales of highway catastrophes will continue to occupy headline space in the daily papers. Impressedwith the claims niade for his braking system, his bumpers, his warning signal, along the road he speeds with little thought to the fact that despite the mechanical excellence of such devices, intelli gence is requisite in enabling them to perform their proper functions. How often, for example, does the driver sound his hori,l mechanically and drive ahead with no further thought to the safety of others, to say nothing of his own &"ood health. Then, when. haled into court for violatmg the rules of safe and sane driving he is heard to proclaim defensively, "But I blew my horn!" 1f it so happened that he were obliged to oper ate his machine without such safety features, the chances are he would take fewer risks. LAUGHS "Papa, what is an agnostic?" "An agnostic, my son, is a person who can't see beyond his) knows." '.'Oh, my dear," said the minister to Ahce, "so you are the oldest of the family?" "Oh/ no," said she solemnly, "my father and are older'n I am." 1 He-I can't decide whether to-gC> in for painting or poetry. She-I'd go in for painting if I wereJ you. He-Then you've seen some of my She-Oh, no; but I've heard some of your poetryf:l "Many of our girls marry well," said the ager to the new assistant. "A millionaire jusff .. married a girl in our fur department. Settled: $250,000 on her, too." "Dear me! And here I am at the bargain counter!" J "Why do you keep staring at my hat, dear?"J asked the caller of the hostess' little daughter. "Well, mother said it was a perfect fright," said0 the youngster, "and I was waitin!. to see if it' would scare me, but it don't." "Who kno w s what the Epistles are?" a s ked the i Sunday-s chool t eacher of her class of sm a ll girls. Dorothy's hand waved viol e ntly. "Well, Dor othy?" said the teacher. "The Epistles," said1 Dorothy, "were the lady Apostles." She was de s cending the stairs a t a church so' ciable whe n a man b ehind her trod upon her. gown. "You clumsy brute!" she exclaimed, suddenly wheeling around upon him, and then added sweet-i ly: "Oh, I b e g your pardon; I thought you were my husband." "What a narrow street that is!" said the vi sitor' being shown about the suburban town by. a citizen. "Yes, it's narrow," replied the citizen. "And in wretched condition. See the' holes in the pave ment." "Yes, it looks bad." "And dirty everywhere. What is the name of that struet?" "That's Grant street."

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28. PLUCK AND LUCK The Black Satchel The :o:ews was in everybody's mouth. It flew fast, as bad news always. does. Mercantile pharisees, in all their pride of solvency, stood at the street corners and thanked heaven that they were not as he. "Pride must have a fall," moralized the moralizers. "Giles Gregory held his head altogether high!" "I'll have the rascal arrested!" cried Eben Nabcoin, the money-lender, who had "done a bill" for Mr. Gregory the day before. "What a pity for Mr. Smugg," everybody said. such a nice young mail, and now he's thrown out of employment." Mr. Smugg, in whom so much sympathy centered, was Mr. Gregory's head clerk and busi manager. r The hapless merchant's protest that the blow had fallen unforeseen of passed for nothi:;ng with the keen Mr. Nabcoin. That Mr. Gregory had gotten him to discount a bill the very day before his failure, to the distrustful mind of Eben was conclusive proof of fraud, and as soon as Bros., his attorneys, could prepare the. requisite papers, he had the delinquent debtor arrested and sent to jail. Leaving him there for the present, and his daughter, Alice, to grieve over his .misfortune, let us follow for a little Ernest Gray, wno had long loved Alice as well-well, as wen as she loved him. ; Alice's father di sapproved the young man's suit. He had higher aims for his daughter than a match with one whose position was yet to be won, and Ernest Gray was too .proud a youth to press his claim, when pelf, not love, might be tfiought t.o be his motive. He had gone to seek h,is fortune in a distant city, whence, after a time, seeing a chance of bettering his prospects in a foreign land, with a heart as staunch as the good s hip that bore him, he sailed away, hoping to re turn one day and claim the treasure left behind. In mid-ocean a great storm arose. Nobly the stout ship fought against it, and for days held her own. At last a leak was sprung, which increased at every motion of the laboring ves s el. Passengers and crew took turns at the pumps with the energy of men struggling for life but still the watet_ gained. "Lower the b oats!" s houted the gallant captain, when at. las t it became apparent that the only choice lay between the s lender hope thus afforded and going down with the sinking ship. _._. The command was obeyed, and none too soon, for the last off the frail craft barely escaped be mg drawn into the vortex caused by the doomed vessel as she disappeared beneath the surging billows. Ernest Gray found him self in the small boat, with two cpmp a nion s-one of them Caleb Smuggs, who, too, had chanced to be a passenger on the ill-fated sh ip. He alone had thought of saving his effects. He held a black leather satchel in his hand, to which he hung tenaciously through the whole exciting turmoil., There had been no time to secure water or provisions. The only chance of life lay in the I?oat outriding the storm and rescue by some passing vessel before death came through star-vation. Days and nights passed, but no help came. Ernest Gray and Caleb Smugg was fast suc cumbing to it. Ernest was the stronger of the two, and kept his eye steadily on that of the starving wretch, who soon quailed under his look like a subdued animal. He sank back in the boat, and the pal lor of death began to settle on his face. "I have something to tell you before you die," he gasped. Ernest leaned over him, for his words were scarcely audible. The dying man continued in murmuring tones. Intense astonishment was pictured on Ernest's face as the poor wretch breahed his last. A sail hove in sight at that moment. Ernest signa led it and was seen and rescued. * * The beauty of Alice Gregory had more than once caused a flutter in the little heart that Eben Nabcoin had. He ventured to tell her so on one occasion, but the avowal' was met with scorn. Maybe, it was because he felt the flutter still maybe it was for vengeance sake. At any came one day to see the afflicted daughter of him whom he had cast into prison. "It is" in your power to set your father free he said. A gleam of joy for an instant lit up the girl's wan features. Then a expression succeeded. "How-how may I do it?" she faltered. "By becoming my wife," was the cold, relent less answer. "My father would scorn to accept his liberty at such a price," she said, "even if I were base enough to offer it." A spectator came upon the scene unobserved As Alice turned her back upon the man loathed her eyes fell upon Ernest Gray. "Oh, Ernest, Ernest, I'm so glad you have come!" she exclaimed. 'This man has not only thrown my father into priscn, but now adds the insult of asking me o be his--" She could not speak his word. "'That," I presume, is the price asked for your father's liberty?" said Ernest. "I have so put it," spoke up Eben, with easy assurance. "Maybe there is another price you would ac-cept,'' replied Ernest, with equal coolness. "I have-named the only one." "Not the money due you?" Ernest asked. "Oh, if you are able to pay that," said Eben"' with a sarcastic grin. "Mr. Gregory is," E;rnest interrupted. In a f ew words he told the stol'y of his ship'wreck, concluding thus: "With his dying breath Cal Smugg confessed that he had plundered his em;; player for years, and that it was the sums thull abstracted, which he had artfully concealed by false book-keeping, and not any real losses, caused Mr. Gregory's failure. The fruit of lRlf dishon esty Cal.eh, who was a very prudent man, carefully hoarded; and in this satchel which he

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PLUCK AND LUCK 29 gave me will be found every cent of the1 stolen';.,_ $250;000 .DRUG CACHE SEIZED IN RAID; money. It belongs to Mr. Gr.egory, and is mo.re Captain Henry Scherb and Sergeant Christis of enough to pay all he owes and set him the Narcotic Squad searched the home of Harry going again." Watkins at 26 Battery Avenue. Brooklyn recent)y, "so Mr. Nabcoin got his Giles Gregor,y and seized 695 ounce bottles which they said con hlB liberty, and Ernest Gray is now the latter s tained morphine', and 7,900 bottles believed to conson-fo-law and junior partner. tain heroin. Captain Scherb said that the v:i.lue "Well, takethat other chair," said he, "and of the drugs. was about $75,000 but that if draw up and have something. Here, just let me sold to addicts it would bring at least $250,000 ring for another glass and pipe." and ]Jrobably more, depending upon the extent tq After we'd drank a little, and I'd taken a pull which it was adulterated with sugar and powdel! or two at the pipe, I suddenly turned to him. and s o increased in bulk. "Creigg, I believe I've found out something." Watkins and his wife, Mrs. Anna Watkins, "And what may it be?" were arrested, the latter at the house and the. "I've matched a piece of paper," said I. former at a printing office in 441 Pe:!rl Street/ "The deuce you -have!" said he, with a little where he is employed as a stereotyper. A thret-laugli, and still pulling away at his pipe. "Well months-old baby was turned over to neighbors to .For," he continued, after a mom\mt or .tv:< "I care for when the 'l\'atkinses were taken to the really shouldn't wonder if you made a stir m the Fort police station and locked up. world yet--before you die." Both Watkins and his wife said they knew neth-' "Stranger things than that have happened," ing of the drugs, which were packed in clothing said I, taking my pipe in my left hand, and, at boxes and wooden cases. They said that last Janthe same time holding up a bond, from the toP. uary a friend had brought the cases to them and! edge of which the merest fragment had been asked them for storage room and that they hact torn. "Do you see that?" nut them in a closet beneath the stairs, where the "Yes, what of it?" he asked, without taking the police found them. The police, however, believe trouble to remove his pipe. the house has been a distributing point for drug; "Why-nothing,'' said I, "only I took that, with peddlerR, although no addicts were served there. $67,000 worth more and a number be-_ Captain Scherb s .aid that for a long time they longing to you, from under the m your had received reports that drug peddlers had beellf room while you were drunk last mght, and the_ supplied 'from a point)n Brooklyn, and later the1 missing of this bond was taken heard thllt the supplies were stored in the BatJ the hand of Walter Whitelock the morning he was tery Avenue place. found dead on the floor of his private roo ,m." For more than a week detectives watched the Creigg's careiess indifference was all gone now. house, but during that time no one entered except! His face grew as pale as any corpse. Watkins and his wife. Nevertheless the police "What-what are you going to do?" he asked. felt certain that drug peddlers were being sup "Isn't that a rather useless question?" said I. plied from the house, and recrmtly they determined "Wil! you take $10,000 to let me off?" to search the building. Mrs. Vi'atkins came to "It's too late, Mr. Creigg,'' said I, "there's door with her baby in her a rmswhen they knock.:. half a dozen officers 'round this room, and e d and mad-e no objection when tfiey went in. '" 'twon't do to h ave any fooling." The p0lice had been apprised of the exact loca:i Well, in a word, he wilted-gave right up-subfion 'of the cases and boxes containing the mitting peacefully as a lamb. vials, and went straight to the stairway. Captain'. Told me all about it afterward. Scherb said the raid was the largest in recent Got into a tight box. Saw his way out of it'by months, and that he confidently expected that oth.:: robbing Whitelock. Opportunity offered : Fixed er members of the gang would soon be found. De the window while he was there in the early part tective s are investigating on the theory that the of the evening. Got in after the house was quiet. narcotics were smnggled into this country by' Managed to get the safe open, and was just look'.. members of ships' crews. ing over the bonds when he was surprised by Whitelock . From the time he knew that his employer was in the room to the time he knew he himself was a murderer, seemed no more than a single instant. PERMITS ONLY SUBJECTS TO MAKE FILMS The ready money he had found in the safe and on Whitelock's person had tided him over his That British stories were placed in fal<;e atmos-' tight place; but the bonds he dared not use, al-pheres by American film producers was charged though he had most cunningly altered their num-in the committee of the House of Ccmmons r:on bers. sidering the film bill, when by a vote of 15 to 5 He might have managed everything, but that an amendment was ll.dopted requiring the pro. fragment fixed him. . ducer as well as the author of a film produced Well, we got him back here, and brought Walk-in this country to Qe a British _subject. 1 e1 along as witness. The amendment was offered by Harry Day, a j ,As I have already said, Walker was an Eng-Laborite and theatrical producer, who complamed lif;hman, and had only gone back 'to his native that Tess in Thomas Hardy's "Tess of the d'UbercQuntry because he found hard work to get villes" was made to look or less like a night 6!lJ.ployment here after the murder. club qileen" by au American producer, while Pe-i The trial came off ill due course., and Creigg ter in "Peter Pan" when he was supposed to shou1 "!f11S executed, and, to my mind, he i:ichly deserved. for the King was made to shout for George Wash 1'jJ; fate. ington. j 1-1 i'

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I I PLpCK LUCK TIMELY TOPICS 300,000 LISTENERS IN JAPAN The po:i.mlarity of radio as a medium of enter tainment m Japan is not far behind other civilized nations. 'Each owner of a radio receiver is required. to 'take out a receiving license, at' 2 shillings a month, and at the. present time over 300,000 persons hold licenses. SKIDDING ON OILED HIGHWAY Highway oiling is at hand. in many. sections of the country. This type of road_surface a sp_ecial hazard to the motorist, and requires great ca re in. driving if one is to avoid a danger-' ems skid. Front-wheel skidding, the most dan variety, is more common on the oiled highway than on any other, and it is. responsib1e for many of. 'the serious accidents that occur on such roads. One should proceed at slow speeds an oiled road, especially at anq curves: I LUA MAOLA AS COMMON HERE .NS IN SOUTH SEAS Most of the dogs in the Solomon Islan. ds are ?alled Maola. If the visitor calls out Maol-a .he rnay expect to be a second Pied. Piper. .. "Why?" one asked of R. F. Thomson, English Acting Deputy Commissioner of the Western Pacific, who is :visiting in London. Because Maola means stomach ache, and the S olomon natives have the curious belief that if t hey are suffering from an ailment they can get 1id of it by calling their dogs the name of the i llness. Henct'!, most of the dogs bear the name M aola. Lua Maola, which means pain in the n eck, is a name which is surprisingly prevalent. 1927 RADIO LAW WILL NOT BE TESTED IN COURT The constitutionality of the radfo law oj 1927 will not be questioned in court for the present at least. Broadcasting station owners who previously had announced they would take the matter to the court unless a better wave length assignment were given them. by the Federal Radio Commis s ion have withdrawn or announced they would wlthdraw such actiori. It is anticipated that a number of stations will appeal to the District Court of Appeals over deci s ions of the Radio Commission, but it is not ex p ected that the law itself will be subjected to a test as to its constitutionality. According to government officials, owners of radio stations have concluded that another breakdown in regulation would work almost irreparable damage to the industry and that p resent condi tions, bad as they are, are preferable to another era of complete chaos. BRITON TO PEDAL WAY 4CROSS ATLANTIC IN TINY "SUBMARINE" In a tiny, submarine-like steel vessel of his own construction, built during his spare time, William Oldham, of Warrington, Lancashire, proposes to set out shortly on an adventui:ous voyage from Dover to New York. The which is only 12 feet long, with a beam of 3 feet. will be propelled by a navigator with a pedal mechanism much like bicycles 'operating the two-' bladed propeller. ;.A "windmill" geared to the shaft will relieve him when the wind is fair. Two persons can be accommodated, although there won't be full length sleeping quarters. There are six water-tight compartments and four gun metal windows. Oldham will be able t button himself down when the weather is bad and keep a lookout from a small "c.onning tower." He has estill!-ated .tha' t the tnp will occupy forty days, and he is desnous of ing some one to share the hazards with him. HA WK SHOCKS LOWER BROADWAY Enter a new menace--Accipiter Fuscu,s, tlie hawk. ... Not s<;> spectacular from a police perhaps as stranglers, wire twisters and ex-murderers, hawk on its initial appearance recently attracted a crowd of nearly 1,000 persons in fro!li; of,the New Produce-Exclr.mge at Broadway. and Reaver Street. SoaT'ing in wide circles above the building the hawk suddenly swooped down and carriedi off one of the hundreds of pigeons which make theii h_omes in the skylight above the trading floor. The commotion amc;ng the pigeons was hardly greater than that among the persons below. Crowds gathered, p'ointjng upward, and within fifteen minutes the hawk was back, soari;ng gracefully_ and_ high above the building. So large was the visitor th'at several of the onlookers, deceived by the distance, pointed it out as an airplane. GIRL, 4, ASTOUNDS MUSICIANS WITH "ADULT" PIANO PLAYING A four-year-old child, Dorothy Johnson, whose mother, Mrs. Florence Johnson, recently brought her here from Honolulu for a musical education, has astounded the teachers of the Chicago Mu sical College. While a class of mature students gathered for a scholarship competition with the judges behind a curtain, Little Dorothy began playing Beeth,. oven's "Moonlight Sonata." Then followed Bach'it "Prelude in C Major" without the judges being aware that any but a mature pianist was at instrument. When the prizes were awarded, one of the win ners-little J>orothy-was not present. She wall summoned. "It is the most remarkable case .of imitativa talent I ever knew in my career." So said Mossaiye the .pianist, one of the judges. Dorothy's mother is a music teacher but had given her daughter little instruction and said th!I child simply picked up the compositions, about' thirty in number, by hearing them. The litt1'1 prodigy plays better than many advanced stu,,o dents, Boguslawski said. -i.

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{ PLUCK AND LUCK 31 ITEMS OF INT;ERESi MAKE CEILING ATTRACTIVE We decorate the four sides of our rooms with colorful papers, paints and fabrics. We put care and thought into the selection of our rugs, but we neve.r cast a single idea toward the celing Why shouldn't the ceiling be attractive? . DRINKING FOUNTAINS FOR DOGS Three little {ountains, copies of the famous Benvenuto Cellini fountain at Florence, have been installed in the marble courtyard of the Savoy Hotel to serve as drinking fountains for the pets of the guests. NEW CONEY. ISLAND IN ENGLAND ro HAVE GONDOLAS AND CANALS If curious folks are in the region of Ha_ inpton :Court Palace while in England this summer they witl s ee gondolas cruising amid the same haunts which the Tudor courtiers frequented in the days of Henry VIII. A miniature Venice, with canals and a fleet of gondolas for"hire on the taxi system', is rapidly being constructed opposite the famous palace, at a cost of ,000. According .to Colonel Henry Day, M.P., who is head of the syndicate, it will be "a regular Coney Island." CREDITS MARATHON CRAWL TO SCOTCH CRAB The longest sidestep on :record was reported recently from a port in Dunbartonshire,. Sr.ntllrnd, where a crab was found with a label tiaying that it had been released in Aberdeen eighteen months ago. If the label is authentic, the crab, which measures eight inches across, has cr'awled se veul ,hundred miles a1ound the northwest coa s t of Scotland. Experts, however, are skeptical, point ing out that the crustaceans change their shells every year, and that therefore it would be impOS" sible for a label to adhere to the crab for eighteen months. .TELEPHONES ARE BANNED BY ENGLISH LANDLORD Has a landlord the right to prevent his tenants from having telephones? This unexpect e d ques tion has been brought to a s howdown here as a result of a challenge flung down by Mrs. Cathe rine Kent, a Kensington property owner, who has <>rdered the telephones disconnected in the block of apartments whereof she is landlord. The instructions have been acted on by the postoffice authorities, who point out that their agreement provides that permission by the owner must be obtained for provi s ion of maintenance of the circuit. The tenants who claim the telephone is essential to their business are taking legal ad vice with a view to a restoration of facilities. ORDER CLOSING PICCADILLY JOLTS LONDON l-A "bomb s hell" burs t in the West End of L ondon recently when Sir H enry Maybury, Director General of Roads, announced that the whole Corntr would be closed to traffic for four months from the end of July while a new roadway, res ervoirs and a new water main are laid. The work will M done section by section, parts of the thoroughfare being entirely closed. With the con sent of the King traffic for the first time in the of will l5e diverted through Constitution Rill and the Mall oast Buckingham Pa lace. The announcement came as a complete sur' prise to hotel proprietors, shopkeepers and the clubs in the world-famed thoroughfare BARS GAMBLiNG FO:R. CHARITY District Atto.rney Elvin N. Edwards called the police chiefs of Nassau County, L. I., into confer ence and told them that if they did net enforce the laws again$t .gambling he would preaent them. to the grand jury for failing to do their duty. Mr. Edwards said .that he ,referred particularli to bazaars and carnivals conducted by .fraternal where g:l!fies of such as. wheelsof_ fortunl' and raffles, are ed. ae cited the case of a .recent Elks carnival Lynbrook, where .Sheriff William R. Stropson c:ity, J
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PLUCK AND. LUCK Latest Issues 1472 The Little Red Fox; or, The Midnight Riders of Wexford. 1473 Dick, the Half-Breed; or, The Trail of the In. dian Chief. 1474 The Nihilist's Son; or, The Spy of the Third Section 1475 The Star Athletic Club; or, The Champions of the Rival Schools. 1476 The Aberdeen Athletics; or, The Boy Cham pions of the-Century Club. 1477 Left on Treasure Island; or, The Boy Who Was Forgotten. 1478 Toney, the Boy Clown; or, Across the Con tinent With a Circus. 1479 The White Nine; or, The Race for the Oak ville Pennant. 1480 The Discarded Son; or, The Curse of Drink. 1481 Molly, the Moonlighter; or, Out on the Hills of Ireland. 1482 A Young Monte Cristo; or, Back to the World for Vengeance. 1483 Wrecked in An Unknown Sea; or, Cast On a Mysterious Island. 1484 Hal Hart of Harvard; or, College Life at Cambridge. r485 Dauntles-; YoungDouglas; or, The Prisoner of the Isle. 1486 His Own Master; or, In Business for Himself. 1487 The Lost Expedition; or, The City of Skulls, 1488 Holding His Own; or, The Fight of Bob Carter. 1489 The Young Mounted Policeman. (A Story of New York City.) 1490 Cantain Thunder; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Robbers' Reef. 1491 Acros s the Continent in a Wagon. (A Tale cf Adventure.) 1492 Six Y ears in Siberia; or, 2000 Miles in Search of a Name. 1493 The Slave King; or, FigMing the Despoiler of the Ocean. I 1494 The Man in the Iron Cage; or, "Which Was the Boy?" 1495 With Stanley On His Last Trio; or, Emin Pasha's Rescue. 1496 Appointed to West Point; or J .ling His Own Way. 1497 The Black Magician and His Invisible Pupil. 1498 In the Phantom City; or, The Adventures of Dick Daunt. 1499 The Mad Marcon! or, The Boy Castaways of the MaJay Is l:ijlds. 1500 Little Red Cloud, the Boy Indian Chfof. 1501 Nobody's Son; or, The Strange Fortunes of a Smart Boy. 1502 Shore Line Sam, the Young Southern En gineer; or, Railroading in War Times. 1503 The Gold Queen; or, Two Yankee Boys in Never Never Land. 1504 A Poor Irish Boy; or, Fighting His Own Way. 1505 Big Bone Island; or, Lost in the Wild of Siberia. 1506 Rolly Rock; er, Chasing the Mountain Bandits. 1507 His Last Chance; or, Uncle Dick's For tune. 1508 Dick Dareall; or The Boy Blockade Runner. 1509 The Rival Wines; or, The Boy Champions of the Reds and Grays. 1510 On the Plains with. Buffalo Bill; or, Two Years in the Wild West. 1511 The Smugglers of the Shannon; or, The Irish Mego Merriles. 1512 A Haunted Boy; or, The Mad-House Mys tery. 1513 Nat-0-The-Night; or, The Bravest in the Revolution. 1514 Hustling Bob; or, The Smartest Boy In Town. 1515 Jack Jordan of N e w York; or, A Nervy Young American. 1516 Al, the Boy Acrobat; or, Flip-Flopping into Fame and Fortune. 1517 The Nine in Blue; or, The Champions of the Diamond Field. 1518 Sure and Steady; or, A Boy Engineer's Firs t Job. 1519 l.000 Mile s From Land; or, Lo s t in the Gulf Stream. 1520 The Midnight Alarm; ,or, The Boys of Old No. 9. 1521 Mis sing From School; or, The Mysterious Di s appe arance of Billy Bird. 1522 The Boss of the Camp; or, The Boy Who Was Never Afraid. For sale by all newsdealers, or \\ sent to any addI"ess on receipt of price, 8 cents per copy, iJa money or postage stamps. WESTBURY PUBLISHING CO., Inc. 140 Cedar N.ew York City


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