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16 girls into it,” was the answer, “but when he made it so easy it was a great temptation. “Heaven help the woman who puts her faith in Philip Dunlap!” he added, solemnly. “Why, if report is to be trusted, he has wrecked several lives already. He is what we men call ‘a fiend among women.’ ” “What does that Marion, innocently. term mean?” asked “Of course, I have a vague idea, but I wish to know literally.” Henry Fairfax looked at his sweetheart in a beseeching manner, so Miss Allyn tried gravely to answer the question. “Tt means, Marion, that few women can resist the fellow. He has a sort of power over them that makes them his willing slaves, and that he never stops until he has dishonored them.” | Marion shuddered with horror at the hid- eous words; then a blush of shame crept over her beautiful features. She, too, had felt that She had thought him handsome; chivalrous, ‘she had been spared any further test of his magic! She almost doubted her ability to withstand the insidious charm. ‘even honest. Thank heaven, fellow. “Now what shall you do next?” asked Miss Allyn, as they were leaving the restaurant. Mr. Fairfax consulted his watch before he answered. “T shall leave you two ladies at the hotel,” “Then I must try to bag he said, finally. my other bird before morning. This one walked into my net so easily that [ can hardly realize that I’ve got him. The other will not be caught so readily, | fancy. “T can’t get over his asking you if you knew Marion and to introduce him to her,” laughed Miss Allyn ‘ ‘ . ’? see the alacrity with which you responded! again. “I can just “And to think the fellow actually thought 1 was doine him a favor,” responded the de- tective. “I introduced him as my friend at MY QUEEN. his own request. Oh, if he ever gets out, my days will be numbered!” | He was shaking with laughter, but Miss Allyn looked very sober. ““T’d like to stop at the statiort- house on our way and see that his cell is locked very tight,” she said, softly. “Somehow, I tremble for you, Henry! you are out of this awful business!” They drew up before the hotel and were astonished to find Mr. Temple on the steps. As soon as they had joined him, Miss Allyn | related what had happened. “Well, now, my friend, I wish you would solve a mystery for me,” Mr. Fairfax, as soon as the story was finished. “T wish you would tell me what has become of Bert and the doctor. of them since they left the theatre.” & “Oh, they are having a broiled | lobster with I haven’t seen either some other young ladies, perhaps,” suggested Miss Allyn, promptly. ‘Don’t keep too close ‘tab’ on the young folks, Mr. Temple.” “Vou know better than that, Alma,” spoke up Marion, quickly. “‘Neither Bert. nor the doctor are in the habit of doing that. If they are not in bed, then something is the matter.” a . “They are not in their rooms,” said Mr. Temple, shaking his head, “but don’t let that disturb you in the least, young ladies. shall both give an account of themselves the first thing in the morning.” The two girls said good-night and hurried to their rooms. They were eager to talk over the astonishing event of the evening. CHAPTER VIII. AN EXPLANATION. Neither Marion nor her friend slept very well that night, and both came to the break- fast-table looking a little anxious. Miss Ellis and Mrs. Burnside, two other members of the company, were at the table, as well as little comick oe ‘S Oh, I'll be so thankful when said the manager, to They — ie a acai | tll “ Pi —— — ———————eeEEEE——Eeeee ——EEEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeaeaeaeaeaeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEEeEeEeEeEeEeEe———