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928 about their waists—realized that they were armed. The machines were slowing. One of the officers hit the ground running. He ran straight toward the door of Pulfer’s garage. “Halt!” I heard his voice raised in a bellow of command. “ Stanley! Come out of that!” The soldiers were piling out of the sec- ond machine. I saw them and turned my attention to the garage door into which the officer had vanished. The non-com officer in charge of the squad spoke to his men. Two of them set off running toward each end of the block. The others stood waiting where they were. And then Stanley emerged from the garage door, with the officer behind. ‘“¢ Here—take him,” the latter addressed the corporal, and the four men laid hold upon their fellow. The officer laughed and walked toward the machine in which he had come. “ Caught him hiding in a car,” he said. “ Easy pickin’.” His brother officer re- turned and called a direction across: “ All right, corporal—get him back to camp.” Then, and then only, I recognized Had- don as the third occupant of the first car. He saw me, smiled slightly and got down. “ Well then, that’s that, captain,” he re- marked to the senior officer with him. “You go on back. I’m going to stay down.” He turned and came across to where I stood. ‘ And that clears up that much of it, Glace,” he said. ‘‘ We’ve been suspicious of that boy from the first, but it took a good deal of time to run him down.” They were loading Stanley into the car. Felipe followed his master. One of the soldiers sought to touch him and he snapped at the black hand. Evidently, I thought, he had been trained to resent advances from all save those he knew as friends. Haddon watched till the cars had turned and then went on. “ We finally did it, however. He was a south side Chicago ‘daddy’ until the war. J suppose you know what that means.” I nodded. I knew the term—dive- keeper. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. = “T see you do.” Haddon smiled again. “The draft caught him and sent him to France. When he came back, he got into trouble and enlisted under a different name. Oddly enough, we traced him through his dog and to-day it was his dog turned him upside down—his dog plus Dan—funny thing. We've suspected the dog too—that is, Dual has, as the means, from the first day he saw him—but we couldn’t check up until Dan turned the trick this after- noon by inspecting that collar. Hello, here he comes now.” He was right. Danny and Bryce drove up in Dual’s car. Dan’s face was still eagerly strained. “ Did they get him, did they?” he de- manded as he brought the car to a stand. “Yes, Danny, they got him, thanks to you,” Haddon told him. ‘“ And now that they’ve got him they’ll keep him. He'll do a number of years in Leavenworth.” “‘ Gee!”? Dan began and then he sobered. “ But I say, Mr. Haddon, what’ll become of Felipe?” ‘Oh, don’t worry about Felipe. I’ve an idea he’ll be adopted by the regiment as a mascot.” Haddon smiled. CHAPTER XVIII. NEPTUNE! “ y UST which door were you watching?” J Haddon went on, as Bryce descended from the car. “I told the captain I’d look through the place Stanley’s evident- ly been using as a rendezvous for the dog.” “Up here,” I said and led the way to the narrow entrance hall. Haddon and Jim and I went in and up a stairway to the second floor, coming out into an upper hallway cut in two half way down its length by a cross partition in which was a door. Advancing to it, Haddon rapped. There was no answer for what seemed to me a long time and then a sound of shuffling feet. The door opened slowly. We looked into a yellow face—the wrinkled visage of a Chinese. “ Hello, John,” Haddon said. ‘‘ Where’s Stanley?” 8 A COMICOOOkKS (©)