al persons tried to see him to-day, on the plea of
being relatives. None of them was admitted."

What money-king was this girl's father, that he could thus regulate the
treatment of prisoners?

"So there were abbreviations on the bill?" she asked.

"Yes. They weren't very elaborate, and I puzzled over them for some time.
The curious fact is that, for all my study of them, I can't remember much
of anything about them. What I have since been through, apparently, has
driven the letters out of my head."

"Oh, do try to remember," she implored. "Even if you recall only one or
two bits of it, they may help me."

"There was something about a man named Evans," he began. "S. R. Evans, it
was."

"Evans? That is strange. I can't think how anyone of that name could be
involved."

"Then S. R. Evans is not your father?" he ventured.

"Oh, no." She laughed a light little laugh. "My father is--but are you
sure that the name was Evans?"

"Quite sure. Then there was the abbreviation 'Chi.'--which I took to mean
'Chicago.'"

"Yes?" she breathed.

"And there were numerals--a number, then the letter 'N.'; another number,
followed by the letter 'E.' So far north, so far east, I read it--though
I couldn't make out whether the numbers stood for feet or paces or
miles."

"Yes, yes," she whispered. Her eyes were intent on his. They seemed to
will him to remember. "What else was there?"

"Odd letters, which meant nothing to me. It's annoying, but I simply
can't recall them. Believe me, I should like to."

"Perhaps you will a little later," she said. "I'm sorry to be such a
bother to you."

"Bother!"

"But it does mean so much, the tracing of this bill."

"Shall we go to see Walsh?" he asked.

"I suppose so." She sighed. Apparently she was discouraged. "But even if
he gives the information, it may be too late. The Japanese have the
directions."

"But perhaps they will not be able to make them out," he suggested.

She smiled. "You don't know the Japanese," she said. "They are abominably
clever at such things. I will venture that they are already on their way
to the hiding-place."

"But even if the papers are in the pocket of one of them, it may be
possible to steal them back."

"Hardly." She arose. "I fear that the one chance is the mere possibility
that Maku couldn't read the directions. Then, if Walsh _will_ speak
out----"

"Now, let me say something," he said. "My name is Robert Orme. Apparently
we have common fr