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228 POUBALOV SUCCEEDS. ‘It is true, dearest,’’ he said. ‘‘We owe my deliverance to Poubalov, and without his efforts 1 shudder to think what would have happened to me.” alll ‘*Is it possible,’’ asked Clara in a subdued wale *<th you have really been trying to find lvan allalong?” a ‘‘Miss Hilman,’’ replied Pouhbaloy, ‘‘until this Monday morning I did not know where Mr. Strobel was, and I I d not the least suspicion of the truth until late last Friday night.’’ a ‘‘Let me sit down,” said Clara faintly, ‘‘I cannot grasp it all. Tell me, Ivan.”’’ a Ivan had conducted her to the chair wherein she hac found Dexter a prisoner, and at her last words Pouk turned away his head with a bitter smile. Not even would she trust him to speak the truth! i ‘‘We owe our separation, ’’ said Ivan, ‘‘to the villain who lies there under Poubalov’s hand and to him alone. Poubalov we owe the deliverance, This man Dexter, . is a money lender of the most outrageous type. You uncle, to tide over a business depression, borrowed near} a hundred thousand dollars from him. This debt was due to Dexter two days after what was to have been our wed- ding. Iam telling you what Poubalov learned after his suspicions were attracted in the right direction. Tell b my friend! You can do it better than I.”’ c ‘‘Miss Hilman will not believe me,’’ replied Poubalov. ) “Oh, but I will!’’ cried Clara starting from the chaii impulsively as she realized the situation. She went t t the bed where the spy still sat with his hand over Dex ter’s mouth, and hold out her hand. ‘‘Won’t you forgiy v me?’’ she faltered; ‘‘I know I have cruelly misjuc vou.”’ Poubaloy raised her hand to his lips and was sont answer when Dexter, the pressure removed from _ mouth, scrambled to his knees, clinging to the Ru for support, and screamed, ‘‘Pay me! pay me! you’r married yet and you’ve got to pay me! I’ll ruin Mat E broke! Pay me! P’ll—— €omicbooks.cor it * - sg