, well!" said the old man with that unalterable grin.
"You're a good boy too! I always said so! But what can anybody do
with a wilful woman! So we've had our last walk together, eh?"

He really seemed to be sorry. So was Evan. In spite of all, Simeon
Deaves was a funny old cuss. "Our last walk!" said Evan.

"But of course you're not worth what George pays you," he added,
quickly. "Nothing like! Nothing like!"

The old fellow was incorrigible. Evan laughed. "Well, good-bye," he
said without any hard feeling.

"Wait a minute. Say, I hate to think of those blackguards getting away
with the money after all."

"So do I," said Evan quickly.

"Why don't you go after them yourself?"

"Where is the money to be sent to-day?"

"To the library."

"Do you remember what book was mentioned?"

"Yes. 'Carlyle's Essays,' Riverside edition."

"Well, maybe I will," said Evan. "I owe them something on my own
account."

"That's right! That's right. If you land those rascals behind the
bars, I'll mention you in my will."

"That's kind of you," said Evan dryly.

Evan didn't care to show his eagerness to the old man, but as a matter
of fact his heart jumped at the suggested chance of getting back at the
gang. He could hardly hope to do anything at the library in his own
person, but Charley's assistance might be enlisted. Evan hastened home
to get him.

An hour later Evan and Charley called upon the librarian who had
assisted Evan and George Deaves on the former occasion. In the
meantime Charley had been told the story of the previous night's
happenings, and he was eager to take a hand in the game.

Evan said to the librarian: "Mr. Deaves received another demand for
money this morning."

The librarian naturally assumed that Evan was still in his employ, and
it was not necessary for Evan to lie in that connection.

A similar arrangement to the previous one was made. An inquiry
revealed the fact that "Carlyle's Essays" had just been returned to the
shelves. They were brought to the librarian's office, and Evan found
that the bills were indeed in volume one. He marked them and the books
were returned with instructions that they were to be notified when they
were again called for. Evan and Charley waited.

They were called for in an hour, and from the same seat in the
reading-room as on the former occasion, number 433. Charley and the
librarian departed for the reading-room. Charley's instructions wer