ation there, and Shirley improved steadily under
Holloway's analytical direction. At last the lesson was ended, with the
manager's pronounciamento of "graduation cum lauda."

"I'll have to star you, Monty," he declared, as Shirley put on the fur
greatcoat of the old man, grasping the gold headed cane, and drooping
his shoulders in a perfect imitation of the other's attitude.

"Perhaps it will be necessary. The chorus men have invaded society with
their fox-trots and maxixe steps. We club men will have to countercharge
the enemy, for self-preservation, to play heavy villains upon the stage.
Eh?"

He turned toward Grimsby, who was well wearied with the trying ordeal,
and evidencing a growing nervousness about his own escape.

"You know how to leave, according to my plan? Wrap the muffler well
around the lower part of your face, button this second overcoat closely
about your neck, and enter the private carriage which I ordered for 'Mr.
Lee,' waiting now at the Forty-fifth Street Side. Then drive leisurely
to the West Forty-second Street Ferry, where you can catch the late
afternoon train for your country place."

"Good-bye, Mr. Shirley. I have been an old curmudgeon with you, I fear.
You have taught this old dog new tricks in several ways, young man.
Neither I nor my friends will forget your bravery. They are all out of
the city by now, according to word from my private secretary. Your field
is clear. Good luck, sir!"

Shirley and Holloway left the rooms first. Neither addressed the other
on the lift, as it descended to the street level. Holloway casually
followed Monty as he stiffly walked to the big red limousine waiting at
the Forty-fourth Street entrance of the hostelry. The chauffeur sprang
out, opening the door with a respectful salute. The disguise was
successful!

"Home!" grunted Shirley, sinking back into the car, with collar high
about his neck and the soft hat half concealing his eyes. He scrutinized
the faces of the passers-by, photographing in that receptive memory of
his the ugly features of two men, who peered into the limousine from
under the visors of their black caps. The car sped up town through the
bewildering maze of street traffic. The chauffeur helped him up the
steps of the brownstone mansion, while Grimsby's old butler swung open
the glass door, with a helping hand under the feeble arm.

Shirley puffed and grunted impatiently until he heard the door close
behind him. Then straightening up,