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56 THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. ‘‘Give me her address,’’ repeated Dick. ‘‘I don’t want you to question her. I'll do that myself.’’ 7 INO: Prospect Street, Brooklyn.’’ The old man was crushed. ‘‘Now,’’ said Dick, pointing to a desk. ‘‘Sit down and write a letter saying that the bearer is the Mr. Mason on whose behalf you called yesterday.” Overborne by Dick’s masterful ways, and influenced by the fact that he saw Dick put his hand in his pocket and take out a large roll of bills, Barber did as he was told. When he had finished, Dick gave him a note the size of which nearly made him faint with joy. ‘‘Now,”’ said Dick, dismissing him, *‘you can con- tinue to serve me by finding other people who knew Dugdale. Your information will be paid for.’’ Dick lost no time in going to the house of Mrs. Tomlinson. When he handed Barber’s letter to her and she read it, she looked up with surprise. Attrib- uting her surprise to a suspicion that he was not the person he represented himself to be, he said: “If that letter does not assure you Iam the Mr. Mason, I have other credentials which will prove my identity.”’ “Tt is not that,’’ she responded quickly, evidently favorably impressed by her visitor, “‘but I thought I was speaking to Mr. Mason last night.”’ Dick was puzzled, and asked her to explain. ‘fA gentleman called to see me last night after ‘Teddy (Barber shad been! here, “she sag amd. I thought he was Mr. Mason.”’ ‘*Did he say his name was Mason?”’ asked Dick. ‘“‘Why, when I come to think on it, I cannot say that he did. He asked me if I was the Mrs. Tomlin- son Barber had called on, on behalf of Mr. Mason. And so I thought it must be Mr. Mason, you see.’’ Dick was puzzled all the more. At first he was inclined to believe the person was Mr. Stanton, but Mrs. Tomlinson’s description of her caller disposed of Comicloo S C@©