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He reversed his coat tot one thier eS ‘And his sombrero was submitted to a : _ process of compression which ‘left it one- a _ sight its wearing size, after which it was tucked away in an inner pocket. _ Off went his sweeping mustache, and > on went a black neard. 65 saad otties _ independent and happy. Billy Silk’s form was still in sight = ss Nick turned the corner, and again * took up the pursuit. _* The fellow made many turns and crossings before he dropped into a slow gait « on one of the streets near the Sound, oe b but i in the outskirts and where the houses SN were few and far between. : = auntering carelessly behind him, ever a anon poking around in the gutters suck which he had picked up, tl d detective at last saw his qua “s : + ig in cas of a dilapidated frame 1a along g 7 a i tt was the green-goods operator, he of the sharp eyes and black mustache. : coming up, as they met and shoo he ds, heard Billy say hurriedly: 2 re Get inside, an caviaparotees a | building,” 2 pend Forgan 5 anid a S aadeey’ to rans: ‘hin and at once. ah +3 3 The words of the young man, who had . tried to | rope ee the instant he Is The detective determined to get in the and overhear what was said between them. But how to do it? That was the question. It was not yet noon, and to make an attempt to enter by the back way, or any way, would be to invite certain discov- ery. | While walking from the gate and de- bating the problem, he thought he heard a faint call for help coming from the di- rection of the house. He stopped and listened with all his ears. : The cry was repeated, and seemed to come from below the surface of the ground. The house, probably had a cellar. He moved farther away, so that he could inspect one side of the structure. The weeds prevented him from making sure on the point, but he was convinced, nevertheless, that there was a window on the side, and that the sound must have come through it. It would never do to stand and stare at the house with the sharp green-goods He walked sly on once more, but with his ears strained to catch the slight- est noise. The call for help was repeated. Nick’s curiosity was aroused. The house held a mystery. He was resolved to unravel it. By some means he must get BE m in, recu rred to him. | they suggested a bold 1 | move, a ~~ ¢omicbooks.com