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A SEVERE THREAT, 239° There was not a single misgiving in her heart, as she followed her conductor down the narrow staircase, out into the black night. She followed him to where a closed carriage was stand- ing; he placed her within, and seated himself on the opposite seat, and not until they were driven rapidly away did Dot realize that she had done an extremely imprudent thing. Some- thing struck terror to her heart. ‘“‘Stop the carriage,” she panted, her eyes-shining in the gloom with intense excitement. ‘‘I—lI want to get out.” The man laughed. Dot started to her feet with a sudden cry, The carriage was flying onward like the wind. ‘‘Stop!” shouted the girl once more; but there was mo answer, save the mocking laugh of the man on the seat oppo- site. A spirit of frenzy took possession of the girl. Tearing off her cloak she wrapped it tightly around her right arm, and with all her strength struck a blow upon the window glass, which shivered it into fragments. Help! J/urder/” she shrieked wildly. | There was a gurgling sound as the man threw the cloak over her head—a few struggles—and she sank passively upon the seat, and the odor of chloroform filled the vehicle, ‘¢ Halt! in the name of the law!” The words fell like thunderbolts upon the ear of the wretch in the carriage. | He tossed the senseless form of the poor girl upon the seat, and springing to the broken window, shouted aloud to the driver : 7 ‘“Drive on! Drive on—like the wind to the railroad sta- tion! Five hundred pounds if you get off safe !” But strong hands seized the bridles of the horses, they were thrown upon their haunches, and a fosse of police, headed by the tall, soldierly figure of Hal Dexter, appeared at the carriage door. Poor Dot was lifted out, and still senseless, was con- veyed to the hotel, where Kittie and Mrs, Atherton received her, and strove to restore her to consciousness. Hal Dexter, lounging outside the theater, in hopes of seeing Dot when she came forth, had fortunately overheard a portion of the diabolical plot which the ruffian had arranged with the driver of the carriage, and had determined to keep his eyes on the pair, which he had dune, with the fortunate result already recorded. When Dot came back to consciousness it was to find herself lying on a crimson couch, ina handsome room, and Kittie and EOomichbooks.co