dly is honest and sincere. That leaves us only one
premise, the other having been found untenable. Mr. McCarthy has been
kidnapped."

"I can't figure how they could take him in a public street or from a
street car," interposed Clancy.

"I have calculated that," said the reporter. "Either he is in the
Baldwin home and Miss Baldwin ah--er--falsified or he was attacked
between her uncle's home and the street car line two and one-half
blocks distant."

"How do you propose finding him?" asked Clancy.

"I shall arrive at 5.11," replied the peculiar little man of news
quietly. "Before six o'clock I shall have one of the best detective
agencies in the world scouring the city."

The train came steaming into the station on time and the shortstop and
the reporter crowded closer to the gates, watching the stream of
hurrying passengers rushing through the narrow gates and spreading,
fan-like, across the great floor. Suddenly Swanson's elbow jarred
against the reporter's body, causing the frail statistician to wince.

"Look there!" said Swanson in excited whispers.

"Where--who?" inquired Feehan, striving to focus his heavy glasses upon
the position indicated by his companion.

"It's Baldwin--the big fellow with the cane and the small satchel. See
him?"

"I see a big man. I never saw Baldwin," responded the reporter. "Now,
what can he be doing over here?"

"I'm going to find out," replied Swanson, his jaw setting pugnaciously.
"McCarthy isn't on that train or he'd have been out among the first,
and they're almost all out now. Good luck to you, Feehan, and wire me
the minute you locate Kohinoor."

"I will," promised the reporter. "What you've got to do is to win that
game to-day without him. I'll have him here to-morrow if he hasn't
broken a leg."

Swanson leaped into the taxi immediately behind that into which he had
seen Baldwin climb, and ordered the driver to follow the other vehicle.
His surprise hardly could have been greater than when the short pursuit
of Baldwin ended at the hotel from which he had come, unless it was
that which came over him when, upon following the big man to the desk,
he heard Baldwin order the clerk to send his card to Manager Clancy.

Swanson's surprise, however, was little more than that experienced by
Manager Clancy when the bell boy delivered Baldwin's card.

"Send him right up," he said, and as the boy turned he said to himself:
"Now, what the dickens does that fellow want