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LAURA BrAYTON. 25 anger and excitement, he hurried to the table and rang his office-bell violently. Nathan came in a minute or less, his bare feet and lack of coat and vest proclaiming that he had been getting ready for bed when he was called. “Which way did the man go who left the note?” cried Sharp. “Speak quick! Dead or alive, he must be found, and that in a hurry, too!” “Lord! sir, I don’t know which way he went, He rang the bell, and when I opened the door, popped the note in my hand, said what I told you, and then popped off the steps into the darkness out of sight.” “Would you know him again?” “Yes, I saw his face; for he had a long, red scar over his right cheek that left his upper lip wide open. That was all I saw, only he had oray hair, and looked as if he hadn’t been shaved in a week or two.” | “A red scar almost the whole length of his right cheek?” | “Yes, sir.” “ And tall—over six feet high?” «6 Yes, sir; he looked rather tall. But he popped off too quick to give me a chance to notice much of him.” “Then pop on the rest of your clothes, and pop ‘yourself off after him, and don’t let me see your face again till you know where he is to be found.” “But, Mr. Sharp, it is late, and——” “And what, you lazy scoundrel? What excuse Eomicbooks.¢co