was now, and the first blow that he had aimed upon his reappearance had
apparently been at one of themselves. Their search for Larry the Bat
would not be an indifferent one!

It was true that Larry the Bat no longer existed, that in that respect
he was encompassed by a certain security he had not enjoyed before, but
how long would that last? One slip, one moment off his guard, would
wreck all that in the twinkling of an eye. Between the police and the
underworld New York would be scoured from end to end for Larry the Bat;
and, failing to find trace or sign of their quarry, how long would it be
before they would put more faith in the evidence of the tenement fire
than in the evidence of the Magpie, upon whose testimony alone Larry the
Bat had been accepted as the Gray Seal, and believe again that Larry the
Bat was dead, and that therefore they had not yet solved the identity of
the Gray Seal!

He had never intended that the Gray Seal should ever have been heard of
again. He shrugged his shoulders philosophically. One's intentions in
this world did not always count for much! His hand had been forced, and
he had paid the price to save Birdie Lee. He could not regret that!
Whatever the consequences, the price had not been too high, and yet--his
eyes roved again over the crowded thoroughfare. A car edged by his own.
Two men were in the tonneau. One held a newspaper which he thumped with
a menacing fist as he talked. The door windows of Jimmie Dale's
limousine were down, and he caught two bitter, angry words:

"..._Gray Seal_--"

The sober expression on Jimmie Dale's face deepened. Only a fool would
attempt to minimise or underestimate the meaning of what he saw around