nd enormous power. I'm going to
run them down yet. You've helped on this, Officer Burke. If you can
do more and get at the men higher up--there's not a mention of their
location in all of Blanche's accounts, not a single check book--then,
you will get a big reward from the Department of Justice. For Uncle
Sam is not sleeping with the enemy inside his fortifications."

Burke's eyes snapped with the fighting spirit.

"I've been doing my best with them since I got on the force, and I hope
to do more if they don't finish me first. A little Italian fruit man
down in my precinct sent word to me to-day that they were 'after me.'
So, maybe I will not have a chance."

Van Nostrand interrupted at this point.

"Well, Officer 4434, you can have the backing of all the money you need
as far as I am concerned. You'll have to come down to my offices some
day soon, and we'll work out a plan of getting after these people. Can
I do anything more, inspector?"

The official shook his head.

"There's a poor young woman here who is half drugged, and doesn't know
who she is," he began.

"Well, send her to some good private hospital and have her taken care
of and send the bill to me," said Reggie. "I've got to be getting
downtown. Goodbye, Officer Burke, don't forget me."

"Goodbye--you've been a fine chauffeur and a better detective," said
the young policeman, "even if you are a millionaire." And the two
young men laughed with an unusual cordiality as they shook hands.
Despite the difference in their stations it was the similarity of red
blood in them both which melted away the barriers, and later developed
an unconventional and permanent friendship between them.

Burke talked with Henrietta Bailey, the country girl, who sat
dejectedly in the station house. She had no plans for the future,
having come to the big city to look for a position, trusting in the
help of the famous Y.W.C.A. organization, of whose good deeds and
protection she had heard so much, even in the little town up state.

"I'll call them up, down at their main offices," said Bobbie, "but it's
a big society and they have all they can do. Wouldn't you like to meet
a nice sweet girl who will take a personal interest in you, and go down
there with you herself?"

Henrietta tried to hold back the tears.

"Oh, land sakes," she began, stammering, "I ... do ... want to just
blubber on somebody's shoulder. I'm skeered of all these New York
folks, and I'm so l