all."

"Just a minute. Oh! Here is the report slip. He was taken from
the corner of Avenue A and East Eleventh Street. You'd better
come down right away, for he is apt to die tonight. He's only
been here ten minutes."

"Has any one else telephoned to find out about him?"

"No. We didn't even know his name until just as you called up,
when we found his papers and some warrants in a pocketbook. How
did you know?"

But Shirley disconnected curtly, this time. He bowed his head in
thought, and then, with his usual nervous custom, fumbled for a
cigarette. Here was the Captain, whom he had left on Forty-fourth
Street, near Fifth Avenue, a short time before, discovered fully
three miles away.

And the news telephoned from Jersey City, by the fleeting magic
voice on the wire. Even his iron composure was stirred by this
weird complication.

"I wonder!" he murmured. He had ample reason to wonder.




CHAPTER III