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20 “The sweetest woman in the world,” he said, in almost a whisper. “I hope some day .to make her my wife, Miss Marlowe.” “Oh, Iam so glad!” cried Marion, clapping her hands together, softly, “but what can I do for you? Pray tell me this minute!” Mr. Fairfax looked at her earnestly, his face still flushed from the words he had. spoken, and as he gazed into her eyes he be- came suddenly grave, as though the favor he was about to ask was an exceedingly large one. “T want five hundred dollars,” he said at last, “‘and I want you to give it to me un- ’ conditionally. I cannot begin to tell you what good it will do, neither can I guarantee 9 a dollar in return but Marion’ Marlowe stopped him by an im- pulsive gesture. ~ “Wait! a check,” she said, quickly, I will go to my room and write “l ask no ex- _planations, Mr. Fairfax; you can have it and welcome.” She darted away, leaving the young man ' staring after her. “T knew she would do it,” “She’s the next to the sweetest girl he whispered to himself. in creation !” “Well, is my information ready?” asked the detective, coming back, “or has the young lady changed her mind and decided not to tell me?” “The young lady has told me, instead of you,” more, said Fairfax, calmly, “and further- Tom. | am the man who has the stolen jewels.” If a thunderbolt had fallen at his feet the detective could not have been more as- tonished. “T'll tell you the story to-morrow,” Fairfax, Madame pold can get it out of me any sooner,” “But think, the detective in dismay. bag your bird any sooner than to-morrow ?”’ went on “but neither you nor Leo- " asked “Can't you possibly lairfax, is that safe? MY QUEEN. ‘save my strength; wouldn’t dream of robbing beaming smile. i “see Here; Tom,” was the reply. “I’ve The hotel em- ployed me when the thing occurred, so the been on this case four days. madame’s detective isn’t in it for a minute!” “IT guess you are right,’ was the dubious answer. “Well, I may as well drop out and you of the honor, old fellow.” Se “You couldn’ t;’ -said + Fairfax, with ay ee doesn't belong to ‘me. Miss Marlowe is the victor, To. her alone belongs the glory of pape catight the cul- prit.” ¢ oe: The detective Seca but, did not reply. He heard Marion coming down the hall and hurried away before she saw him. “Here, is your money, Mr. Fairfax,” said the noble girl, softly, as she held out a check. “Oh, I am so glad and thankful that I can be of use to you! If I could, I would relieve all }>? the trouble in the world! “T believe it!’ was the young man’s fer-~ ; vent answer, “but if it is in my power you shall not suffer for this; nevertheless, that makes no: difference in. the nobility of your offer.” “No, it makes no difference,” calmly, “for I would divide my last penny in the cause of humanity.” said Marion, CHAPTER X. A SEARCH THROUGH THE BOWERY. ee At eight o'clock that evening Marion was She had dined by her- ~~ sitting in her room. self without waiting for her music teacher, as was her custom, for she could not bring her- self to entirely forgive the woman's suspi- : cious treatment. “The idea of her employing a detective to — she cried, disgustedly, “It She might have interrogate me!” was not fair nor friendly. trusted me.” She had no further time for reflections, for just then a note was brought to her door. It Gomicbooks.con ‘ on wile on