t's too
much in the first place. In the second place I'm going to do my full
bit from now on. What do you say, if we endorse this over to the
American Red Cross? It'll buy beds and bandages and it'll help out all
around!"

Loris lifted her eyes beneath her down dropping lashes. She smiled with
tiny puckerings at the corners of her mouth. The glance was so archly
sweet that Drew felt it was more than a reward. He caught her mood and
hastily dashed off his signature across the back of the check.

"You present it to them," he said. "Take it with my compliments to the
treasurer of your own division. I'll venture they will not question the
signature."

Nichols' hand crept out. It clasped over Drew's fingers in a soldier's
grip. The two men faced each other. Drew reached up his left arm and
patted the captain on the shoulder. "Two bars," he said. "I hope to see
stars there," he added sincerely. "Stars, when you come back from the
conquest of Berlin."

"They'll be there!" declared Loris with flashing eyes. "Harry will get
them!"

Delaney peered through the portieres despite his instructions to the
contrary.

"All set, Chief," he said. "I hear Fosdick downstairs."

"Coming," said Drew, as he turned away from Loris and Nichols.

The two detectives paused in the center of the room. The mound under
the splendid rug held their eyes for a fleeting moment. The ends of the
telephone wires lay across the hardwood floor. They glanced at these.

"No trace!" said Drew. "We needn't tell Fosdick much. Come on!"

Delaney held out the detective's coat and hat. Drew thrust his arms
into his silk-lined sleeves, pulled the hat down over his eyes and
swung as the big operative turned his shoulder.

"Look," whispered Delaney.

Loris Stockbridge and her lover stood under the glow from the soft
clusters of the inner room of the suite. The captain held his peaked
cap in his right hand. He also was departing.

"Turtle-doves," Delaney breathed with almost pride.

"Ah!" said Drew. "Ah, my friend, you must remember that we were once
that way ourselves. But now--but now, Delaney--there is a thing which
is sweeter than love's young dream. It is a tired man's sleep. I think
I have earned mine to-night!"

THE END

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