ore a live woman crazy in a week; you'll never be rich,
because you're afraid of touching a dollar you don't earn, and you've
got the morals of a convent-school girl!" She gasped and resumed in a
scream: "Why don't you go before I throw something at you?"

Foster left and was glad when he shut the door. Carmen was obviously
beside herself and had gone further than she meant. If it was any
comfort to insult him, he did not grudge it her, but thought he saw
where her remarks led. He had been rather fond of Carmen, as she no
doubt knew, before he understood her, and their friendship might have
ripened until----. Well, he was sorry for her, but it looked as if she
was not the only person who had had an escape.

When he got outside, he went to the factory and found Hulton alone in
the president's room. The man looked worn, but greeted Foster with a
reserved smile and gave him a cigar.

"You haven't been away very long," he remarked. "Didn't your visit
turn out as pleasant as you expected?"

"In one way, it did not. But why did you send the British police after
me?"

"As a matter of fact, I let them know you were all right, but my agent
had to go to them, and thought it might be better if they kept a watch
on you. You'd got busy about some mysterious business. What was it?"

"I can't tell you," said Foster bluntly. "It only concerns me and
Featherstone, but it led to something else; I'll come to that later.
What about the man I helped on the train? If he got through all right,
why didn't he send me word?"

"As the fellows who attacked you had got on the wrong track, we thought
we'd let them follow it, but they were smarter than we reckoned and we
lost them."

"Then you made use of me, at my risk, as the Scottish police did
afterwards?" Foster rejoined. "I don't know that I've much to thank
you for, since it led to my being thrown off the Montreal express and
chased across the Border bogs."

"I must allow that we did something of the kind," Hulton owned with a
smile. "But we'll let that go. What have you found out?"

Foster handed him Graham's letter and the check on the American bank,
but not the circular check for Daly. Hulton's face showed stern
satisfaction and he gave Foster a very grateful look.

"I owe you much for this and am not going to forget the service. These
papers prove conspiracy and robbery, and clear my boy. But how did you
get them?"

Foster supplied a garbled account of his