which you are to be brought to justice."

"I promise," returned the old lady, quickly. "I really wouldn't dare to
refuse under the circumstances, would I? What do you want me to do, Mr.
Ross?"

"If this man Brian Kent should happen to appear in this vicinity, will
you get a message as quickly as possible, at any cost, to Sheriff Knox?"

"Why, of course," agreed Auntie Sue. "But you have not yet told me what
the man looks like, Mr. Ross."

"He is really a fine looking chap," the detective answered. "Thirty
years old--fully six feet tall--rather slender, but well built--weighs
about one hundred fifty--a splendid head--smooth shaven--reddish
hair--dark blue eyes--and a high, broad forehead. He is of
Irish extraction--is cultured--very courteous in his manner and
speech--dresses well--and knows a lot about books and authors and such
things."

"I would surely know him from that description," said Auntie Sue,
thinking of the wretched creature who had fallen, sobbing, at her feet
so short a time before. "But, you do not make him seem like a criminal
at all. It is strange that a man such as you describe should be a
fugitive from the law, is it not?"

"We come in contact with many strange things in our business, Miss
Wakefield," the Burns operative answered--a little sadly, Auntie Sue
thought. "Life itself is so strange and complex, though you in your
quiet retreat, here, can scarcely find it so."