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7. 8 MY QUEEN. The girl darted out of the room, leaving her companion to explain. “She was indeed a prisoner, but her lib- erty is at hand, thanks to your aid,” was the answer as the man slipped the parcel into his pocket. Ten minutes later the three young people hurrted swiftly from the house. The two rusty keys were in the young man’s pocket, and, so far as they knew, Old Mother Nance was still a prisoner in her own cellar. CHAPTER IV. ON THE' TRACK OF A THIEF. An hour after this adventure in the house of Mother Nance two people stood together on the platform of the Grand Central Station. One was the disguised young man and the other was Marion Marlowe, and both were thinking the same thoughts and expressing the same good wishes. * For the train that passed through Hickory- cown, Connecticut, had left, carrying Maggie Lewis with it, and the two who remained were busily talking it over. “Thank Heaven, Mag is out of that old woman’s clutches at last{” said the young man, earnestly. “She is a good girl, | am sure, and | am elad to see her get a chance to do better.” “She will-be safe with my parents, but do please tell me all you know about her,” said “This affair passed so quickly that I am just a little bit be- Marion, eagerly. whole has wildered.” “T don’t wonder,” replied the young man, with a @lance of admiration, ‘but you are the coolest girl I ever saw. Why, you weren't even rattled!” v7 fait, so, but perhaps | did not show it,” said the young girl, laughing. “I always en- deavor to keep my head in all emergencies.” “Well, you are a dandy, that’s all I’ve got - to say!’ was the answer. “You have missed — your calling. You ought to be a detective!’ “Perhaps I shall be some day; I’ve been 3 almost everything else,” said Marion, laugh- ing; “but do hurry with Mag’s story, I’m so » anxious to hear it!” “Will you excuse me a minute, miss?” asked the young man, suddenly. There was a train just coming in, and he Before Marion could reply he had removed his false beard and mustache from his face and was coolly turned as if to observe it. stuffing them into his pocket. “Mr. Fairfax! Is it possible!” whispered the girl in astonishment, as she recognized a young man whom she had met on several oc- casions. “Hush! I don’t wish to attract any more attention than is necessary !” Say nothing! said the young man, quickly. “I am taking big chances in removing my disguise up here, but the things were growing mighty hot and ~ uncomfortable.” . I should say so,”’ said Marion, as she hur: ried out of the station. Fortunately, in the crush of passengers from an incoming train, her companion’s act had not been noticed. “Now I'll explain about Mag,” he said, as they reached the street, “and incidentally I'll explain about myself, Miss Marlowe. You see, it is this way. I left my position on the newspaper last week and took up a new vo~ cation, and, well, this case of Mag’s was brought to my notice. Some parties are in- terested in endeavoring to learn who she is, as there is strong reason to suppose that Old Nance has stolen her.” “tow awful!” gasped Marion, “but go on, Mr. Fairfax. I am sure you are going tov find a way to punish her,” “You've done that already!” cried the young man, roaring. “Oh, I'll bet she is rav- Gomicbooks.co > , ——. ‘ mi) on oe