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UNDER HIS THUMB, eel up with her, bounded past, and then planted himself directly in her path, compelling her to halt. - She attempted to turn aside and pass him. But he doggedly interposed his burly figure, gruffly saying: ‘“Don’t be in such a hurry, girl!”’ “Stand aside, sir!’’ she breathlessly exclaimed. She glanced swiftly up and down the street, in the hope of seeing a policeman, but in vain. The ruffian, who was no other than Bill Leary, the ‘“tough,’? whom Croly had encountered this same night in the elevated car, seized her arm with one large, brawny hand. “Your name is Stella Brandon, ain’t it?’’? he de- manded. ; ‘‘Let me go!”’ she cried, struggling. “Stand still, or it will be the worse for ye.’’ “You hurt me.”’ “Then quit squirming. ’’ Seeing that it was useless to resist, the brave girl ceased her struggles, and said: “What do you wish, sir? I never saw you before. I am in haste to go home.” “Ts your name Stella Brandon, I asked ye?”’ ‘“‘T suppose it is.”’ ‘And you are the gal of that old chap that was fighting down on the street to-night?”’ “T am his daughter.’’ “And ye work in the printing-office of Blain & ~ Waldron?” | (Vag 7? “Then I can tell ye something you’d like to know.”’ “What is 16?” » “About the murder of Waldron. And about the pistol that did the business, Hey!’ Eomicbooks (E() ant