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F.i-e _ “Maybe I’ve been thrown off the scent entirely, but it seems to me as 1f the only thing I can do now is to keep this man in view, or else chuck the whole case, and that [’veno idea of doing just yet.”’ hile he was thinking in this way Dan heard the man give five short raps upon the door, which was opened almost im- mediately. He passed inside and the door was closed and locked. van nind that he could made up his get into that dive, but he believed that it would cause suspicion if he should try to enter at once; so he allowed a few min- | utes to pass before he approached the door vave axe — up as” a as before, but not ride enough to allow him to ough-looking man stood and glared at Dan. =. + he latter x was pesca: hard as ry That do5 you want > 2 * for a bloke t that | can Yt take c sare of , a _ % ae ae NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ; the door, eae: but Then he bent his head forward and whispered : ‘*T cracked 1] in a butcher’s shop uptown, that’s straight. ‘“*Give a fdlow a chance, won’t youse ?’’ The man looked doubtful for an in- stant, and putting his head out of the door looked up and down the street; there was nobody in sight. ‘‘Come in,’’ he said, abruptly, throw- ing the door wide open and stepping aside. — Jan entered and door was closed im- mediately. He was then in perfect dark- ness, but only for a moment. The doorkeeper, having turned the key, opened another door and Dan saw before him a long, low room lighted by two or three dirty lamps and half filled with a tough-looking crowd. Some were seated at tables, drinking and age thaw 1g as low tones; others were sprawled—o benches afid on the floor asleep. Over in one corner was a smal] bar. Jan’s quick eyes took in the fact that the man whom he recog ynized as the Kidd treasure hunter was sitting alove at a € neal the far end of the room. There was another thing that attracted his attention in the same glance; this man sas on, apparently the same kind of a ) been 2 Worn _ the man | ards.