not until you're safe off the premises."

"And you'll let me assist you?" said Brice eagerly.

Snapshot Harry smiled again. "Well, if you come across the d----d thief,
and you recognize him and can get the greenbacks from him, I'll pass
over the game to you." He rose and added, apparently by way of farewell,
"Perhaps it's just as well that I should give you a guide part of the
way to prevent accidents." He went to a door leading to an adjoining
room, and called "Flo!"

Brice's heart leaped! If he had forgotten her in the excitement of his
interview, he atoned for it by a vivid blush. Her own color was a little
heightened as she slipped into the room, but the two managed to look
demurely at each other, without a word of recognition.

"This is my niece, Flora," said Snapshot Harry, with a slight wave of
the hand that was by no means uncourtly, "and her company will keep you
from any impertinent questioning as well as if I were with you. This is
Mr. Brice, Flo, who came to see me on business, and has quite forgotten
my practical joking."

The girl acknowledged Brice's bow with a shyness very different from
her manner of the evening before. Brice felt embarrassed and evidently
showed it, for his host, with a smile, put an end to the constraint
by shaking the young man's hand heartily, bidding him good-by, and
accompanying him to the door.

Once on their way, Mr. Brice's spirits returned. "I told you last
night," he said, "that I hoped to meet you the next time with a better