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By FRANK CONDON and CHARLTON L. EDHOLM CHAPTER XVIII. MARGOT’S FAREWELL. -EFORE they reached the hotel George B directed: the driver to stop. “We'd better say good-by right here.” He extended his hand to Harbison and his wife. Last of all he held the cool hand of Margot in both of his and then with a sudden impulse raised it to his lips. “Tt would be taking a chance to have any one at the hotel see me,” he continued. “You'll probably find no one around. Even the night clerk is apt to be asleep at this hour. Just the same, if any of Valdez’s detectives happened to be around and saw us together they might follow you to the boat and make trouble.” “T guess you're right,” replied Jim Har- bison. “ But I’ll see that Margot gets safe- ly aboard. I’ve got a pocketful of Amer- ican greenbacks and I notice that these coffee-colored South American cops are just as partial to them as the kind we have in New York.” “T can trust Margot to you?” “Your wife is safe in my hands, George. Why, if I’d lose her, I’d miss the brightest star that ever came out of South America. And big profits for me! When you hear the whistle toot, you’ll know that your wife is on. her way to Broadway and glory.” George was half out of the car when Margot impulsively threw her arms about his neck and once more he felt her warm lips, but they were on his cheek, and he realized that it was an act of gratitude, not of passion. ‘‘ Good-by,” he said hoarse- ly. ‘“*Good-by, and good luck!” George and Tina left the car just a few blocks from their own apartment and slipped through the deserted streets where even the earliest risers had not begun to show themselves. This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for October 18. 235 COMmmMdcoool<s a ©) 3