in the flickering rays the girl read its torn and yet enlightening
message.


lorado, May 19, 1915.

him safe. Report and collect.
come with roll Monday sure
've seen papers. Remember Haskell.

NED.


"It's terribly cryptic, Jerry," she said to the other, "but two things
we know from it."

"One is that La Rue's going to blow the burg some day--soon."

"The other, that 'Ned' is Ned Beaton, the man mentioned back there in
Steinway's. Whatever his connection is, we don't know. I think we had
better go to Farriss, don't you?"

"A good hunch," Willis replied, taking her arm. "And let's move on it
quick. One of us may have to hop to Colorado if Farriss thinks well of
what we've dug up."

"I hope it's you--you've worked hard," said Miss Donovan.

"But you got the big clue of it all--the telegram," gallantly returned
her companion, as he raised his arm to signal a passing cab which would