ia of his trade. He made his way to Columbus
Circle, having decided to walk to the rendezvous. Farland was in no
hurry. He observed all who passed him, and he frequently made
experiments to ascertain whether he was being followed. He decided,
after a time, that if he was being shadowed the person doing it was too
clever for him.

He came to Riverside Drive through a cross street, and approached the
famous Tomb as cautiously as possible, keeping in the shadows, alert to
discover anybody who might be acting at all suspiciously. Farland felt
sure that this was no trap, but he was not taking chances. He always had
been known to his friends as a cautious man.

He reached the Tomb finally, and glanced around. Half a dozen persons
were passing, some men and some women, some alone and others in couples,
but none were of suspicious appearance.

Farland glanced at his watch to be sure that it was the appointed time.
He strolled around the Tomb and waited ten minutes longer, for he did
not care to find later that he had left the appointed spot too early and
that the other man had not seen and followed him.

At the end of the extra ten minutes, Farland lighted one of his big,
black cigars and started walking toward the river, following the route
the other man had designated over the telephone. He walked slowly and
not for an instant did he throw caution aside.

Here and there were dark spots where Farland expected to hear his name
spoken, spots where an attack might be made if one was contemplated by
foes.

It was as he was passing one of these that a whisper came from the
darkness:

"Mr. Farland!"

The detective whirled toward the sound, one hand diving into a coat
pocket and clutching his automatic.

"Well?"

"Be as silent as possible. Do not flash your torch yet; you may do so
presently, so you can see who is talking. I am the man who called you up
by telephone."

"Come out where I can get a glimpse of you," Farland commanded, ready
for trouble.

He could see a shadow detach itself from the patch of gloom in front of
him and approach.

"That is close enough for the present!" Farland said. "I'm not taking
chances on you until I know who's talking to me."

"I don't blame you, Mr. Farland, under the circumstances. If you are
sure there is nobody approaching, I'll come out into the light so you
can see my face."

Farland glanced up and down the walk quickly. As he did so, he heard a
step behind him. He whirled,