think best. But you really can't do anything here."

"I suppose you are right," said Armitage reluctantly. He nodded toward
the man.

"Yeasky, if you are straight, meet me at the storekeeper's office at
three o'clock this afternoon. I hope by that hour to be in a position
to apologize to you. In the meantime," his good nature, as with all
persons of warm temperament, speedily returning, "if I have wronged
you, I am sorry."

"You have wronged me," replied Yeasky. "But I understand your
feelings. I shall certainly meet you at three o'clock."

"Three, sharp." And Armitage, with Thornton's arm drawn through his,
walked down the street.

Yeasky stood watching them for a second and then clapping his hand to
his pocket a smile spread slowly over his face. He followed the two
stalwart officers for a few steps and paused irresolutely. Then,
without further hesitancy, he walked rapidly to Spring Street and
thence to the Hotel Aquidneck, where he entered the telephone booth.
When he emerged he paid toll on five charges.

This done he went into the writing-room and called for a small piece of
wrapping paper and twine. When it came he took from his pocket a
bulky, heavy object, done up in a newspaper. Without removing this,
he wrapped it neatly in the manila paper, bound it securely, and
addressed it in printed letters. He sat for a moment looking
thoughtfully at the package. Then he drew a sheet of note paper toward
him, cut off the hotel heading and dipped his pen in the ink.

He began:

Vassili Andreyvitch, I am sending you by messenger as you instructed
over the telephone, the vital part. There is nothing more to do and I
leave Newport this hour, for excellent reasons. I was seen trying to
address you this morning, so watch out.

Yeasky read this last sentence again and then the thought that he would
be confirmed as a bungler in his superior's mind occurred to him. He
inked out the sentence, muttering that Koltsoff must take care of
himself, as he had had to do, and then resumed his writing.

When you get this I shall be in parts unknown. I begin to fear I am
suspect. You can reach me care of Garlock, Boston, to-night, and
Blavatsky, Halifax, on Wednesday. On that day I go via the Dominion
Line to England and thence to the secret police office in St.
Petersburg. Forgive, I pray, this haste, but I have done all there is
to be done. I accept your congratulations--and now having no desire to