ty weapon. For more than half an
hour he had been fighting. He was weakening but he braced himself and
swung for the last time.

There came a hammering at the door. It crashed in. Police clubs
whistled right and left. The Chinese fled into their secret lairs.

* * * * *

"And I guess that will be all," panted Harry in the taxi that took them
home. "I don't think you'll ask for any more adventures after this
one."

"Why didn't you pick up the Joss's head?" replied Pauline. "It would
have looked so nice and dreadful in the library?"

But the glory of her golden hair nestled upon his torn shoulder and he
knew that he would go through all the perils in the world for happiness
like this.

CHAPTER X

KABOFF'S WILD HORSE

For several months after old Mr. Marvin's death, Owen had kept to his
cubby-hole room adjoining the financier's small, plain-furnished,
workaday office. But recently he had got the habit of doing his work
in the library, where the tall, pure statues looked down upon his
skulking head and the grand old books that had borne their messages of
good from generation to generation, held their high thoughts in stately
contrast to his skilled and cruel plots.

Above the bowed bald head that was planning the death of a young girl
to gain her fortune stood a figure of Persephone-child of innocence and
sunlight shadowed by black robes of Dis. Upon the coward who feared
all but the darkest and most devious passages of crime shone high,
clear brows of Caesar and Aurelius. Gray folios of Shakespeare held up
to the ambitious ingrate the warning titles of "Lear" and "Hamlet" and
"Macbeth." And by his side brooded ever that mystic relic of the
farther past--the Mummy, from whose case had stepped a daughter of
the Pharaohs in the likeness of Pauline.

But Owen thought little of contrasts.

He was opening his mail on a morning in early May when he came across
an envelope addressed in the awkward scrawl of Hicks. He tore it apart
nervously, for if Hicks could be moved to write, it must be a matter of
concern.

"Dear Owen, No doubt he suspects you of foul play. He has seen his
attorneys and is about to take steps to have you removed from the
trustee-ship."

The paper crackled in Owen's trembling hand. So the Baskinelli
incident had gone a little too far. Harry Marvin had sense enough to
know that he would not have to fight three murderous Italians and a
rabble of Chinese