se of thinking of that, if a new
will comes to light? It's a dreadfully mixed affair." She stepped out
in the hall and Garrison led the way to the elevator farther to the
rear. The chains of a car were descending rapidly.

"Please try not to detest the hour I came to see you first," she said,
holding out her hand, "if you can."

"I'll try," said Garrison, holding the precious little fingers for a
second over the conventional time.

Glancing up at him quickly she saw a bright smile in his eye. Joy was
in her heart. The car was at the floor.

"Good-by," she said, "till we meet again--soon."

"Good-by," he answered.

She stepped in the cage and was dropped from his sight, but her last
glance remained--and made him happy.

CHAPTER XXIX

NIGHT-WALKERS

Tuttle had returned by the time Garrison came once more to his office.
He entered the room behind his chief, and Garrison closed the door.

"Well?" said Jerold, "any news?"

"I got a line on young Robinson," answered Tuttle. "He's gone to a
small resort named Rockbeach, up on the coast of Massachusetts, but his
father doesn't know his business, or if he does he denies it."

"Rockbeach?" said Garrison, who realized at once that Theodore had gone
there to search out the justice of the peace who had married Dorothy
and Fairfax. "Is he up there still?"

"He hadn't come home this morning."

What so long an absence on Theodore's part might signify was a matter
purely of conjecture. There was nothing more to be done but await
developments. Whatever young Robinson's scheme, it might be wholly
disorganized by the latest will that John Hardy had drawn.

"What about the two dagos--the fellows who attacked me in the park?"
inquired Garrison. "Have you found out anything concerning them?"

Tuttle replied with a question. "Haven't you seen it in the papers?"

"Seen what?"

"Why, the bomb explosion and the rest of it--all Black Hand business
last night," answered Tuttle. "One of our pair was killed outright,
and the other one's dying, from a premature explosion of one of their
gas-pipe cartridges. They attempted to blow up a boiler, under a
tenement belonging to a man they'd tried to bleed, and it got 'em both."

He took from his pocket a two-column clipping from a morning newspaper,
and placed it on the desk.

"Out of my hands, then; no chance to help send them up," commented
Garrison reflectively, as he glanced through the article. "I'll keep
t