XXIV THE DEBACLE OF DORGAN

XXV THE BLOOD CRYSTALS

XXVI THE WHITE SLAVE

XXVII THE ELECTION NIGHT




I

THE VANISHER


"Hello, Jameson, is Kennedy in?"

I glanced up from the evening papers to encounter the square-
jawed, alert face of District Attorney Carton in the doorway of
our apartment.

"How do you do, Judge?" I exclaimed. "No, but I expect him any
second now. Won't you sit down?"

The District Attorney dropped, rather wearily I thought, into a
chair and looked at his watch.

I had made Carton's acquaintance some years before as a cub