stimable pair, for when Helen had told the
girl to leave she had refused, saying that Mr. Felderson had ordered
her to stay. That was what had precipitated the quarrel.

Even when I left Jim, to go to bed, I had heard him walking back and
forth in his room, and once during the night, I heard him shut his
door. Thinking perhaps he might want me with him, I went to his door
and knocked. Jim was untying his shoes and explained that, unable to
sleep, he had gone out for a walk. The clock on the mantel-piece
showed half past four.

In spite of the fact he had practically no sleep the night before, he
was down at his usual hour, nine o'clock, and when I went into his
office to see him, there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

"Any news?" I inquired.

"This may interest you," and he tossed over the morning paper folded to
an article on the first page.

ZALNITCH FREED

GOVERNOR FALLON PARDONS MAN
IMPLICATED IN YELLOW PIER
EXPLOSION

Prisoner Upon Release Makes Terrific
Indictment Against Those Responsible for
His Imprisonment

I glanced hurriedly down the long article. One paragraph in particular
caught my eye. It was part of a quotation from Zalnitch's "speech" to
the reporters.

"Those who were responsible for my imprisonment may well regret the
fact that justice has at last been given me. I shall not rest until I
lay before the working classes the extent to which the processes of law
can be distorted in this state, and rouse them to overthrow and drive
out those who have the power of depriving them of their rights and
their liberty. I shall not rest until I see a full meed of punishment
brought to those who have punished me and hundreds like me. Their
money and their high position will not help them to escape a just
retribution."

"It looks as though our friend was going to have a very restless time,"
I commented, after reading the passage aloud to Jim.

"'Vengeance is mine,' saith Zalnitch." Jim's eyes twinkled.

"You're not afraid of him, are you, Jim?" I asked.

"No more now than ever, Bupps."

His face suddenly clouded over. "Wouldn't it clear the air, though, if
they did carry out their funny little threats and put me out of the
way? When I think of some of the things Helen has said to me during
the last month, I almost wish they would."

"That sounds weak and silly," I scoffed; "not a bit like you, Jim.
Cheer up! Give Helen a divorce and let her go! She's not