rushed them to a doctor, who had them transferred to the hospital
in the city. Neither of them seemed able or willing to throw any
light on what had happened.

"Just what was it you overheard?" encouraged Kennedy.

"I heard the man tell the woman," Miss Euston replied, slowly,
"that now was the chance--when any of the great warring powers
would welcome and wink at any blow that might cripple the other to
the slightest degree. I heard him say something about the
Continental Express Company, and that was enough to make me
listen, for, you know, father's company is handling the big
shipments of gold and securities that are coming here from abroad
by way of Halifax. Then I heard her mention the names of Mr.
Barnes and of Mr. Lane, too, the general manager." She paused, as
though not relishing the idea of having the names bandied about.
"Last night the--the attack on him--for that is all that I can
think it was--occurred."

As she stopped again, I could not help thinking what a tale of
strange plotting the casual conversation suggested. New York, I
knew, was full of high-class international crooks and flimflammers
who had flocked there because the great field of their operations
in Europe was closed. The war had literally dumped them on us. Was
some one using a band of these crooks for ulterior purposes? The
idea opened up wide possibilities.

"Of course," Miss Euston continued, "that is all I know; but I
think I am justified in thinking that the two things--the shipment
of gold here and the attack--have some connection. Oh, can't you