"

Mazie felt a great desire to shout on hearing this, for it told her
plainly that Johnny was no friend of this crowd.

"No, of course you could not know," the man went on, "since you have not
seen him. I may say frankly that your friend is clever, and has a way,
quite a way, of using his hands."

Mazie did not need to be told that.

"But it is not that of which I wish to speak." The Russian took a step
nearer. Mazie, feeling his hot breath on her cheek, shrank back. "Your
friend, as I say, has been troubling us a great deal, and in this he has
been misled, sadly misled. He does not understand our high and lofty
purpose; our desire to free all mankind from the bonds of organized
society. If he knew he would act far differently. Of course, you cannot
explain all this to him, but you can write him a note, just a little
note. You will write it now, in just another moment. First, I will tell
you what to say. Say to him that you are in great trouble and danger.
Say that you may be killed, or worse things may happen to you, unless he
does precisely as you tell him to do. Say that he is to leave a certain
package, about which he knows well enough, at the Pendergast Hotel, to
be given to M. Kriskie. Say that he is, after that, to leave Chicago at
once and is not to return for sixty days.

"See?" He attempted another smile. "It is little that we ask of you;
little that we ask of him--virtually nothing."

Mazie's heart was beating wildly. So that was the game? She was to be a
decoy. She knew nothing of Johnny's actions, but knew they were for the
good of his country. How could she ask him to abandon them for her sake?

As her eyes roamed about the room they fell upon the little Jap girl. In
her face Mazie read black rage for the Russian, and a deep compassion
for herself.

"Come," said the Russian; "we are wasting time. Is it not so? You must
write. You should begin now. So, it will be better for all."

For answer, Mazie took the paper in her white, delicate fingers and tore
it across twice. Then she threw it on the floor.

Quickly the man's attitude changed to wild rage.

"So!" he roared. "You will not write? You will not? We shall see!"

He seized her arm and gripped it until the blood rushed from her face,
and she was obliged to bite her lips to suppress a scream.

"So!" he raged. "We shall see what happens to young women like you.
First, we will kill your young friend, Johnny Thompson; then what good
will your