l crooks that ever troubled the police of
five continents?"

"I--in New York?" she shrugged coolly. "Monte Carlo, Paris, Vienna,
London--all were dead. I had to come here to make a living."

The Baroness drew herself up as if to speak.

"You scoundrel--you will give my apartment a bad name with your dirty
cattle plague--will you!" ground out a voice harshly at my side.

I turned quickly. Ames had clutched Haynes by the throat. We were all on
our feet in a moment, but there was no need of separating them. The
veterinary was more than a match for the hot-headed little lawyer.

"Someone," shot out Kennedy, wheeling quickly, "figured that the cattle
deal could be brought about quite naturally if Delaney were dead and the
Baroness out of the way. Later he could reap the profit and carry off
Madame Dupres into the bargain. And if anything were ever discovered,
what more natural than to throw the suspicion on a veterinary who was
supposed to know all about anthrax?"

Just then a half circle of nickled steel gleamed momentarily in
Kennedy's hands. I recognized it as a pair of the new handcuffs that
uncoiled automatically, gripping at a mere touch.

I saw it all in a flash, as I picked up the paper that Burke had tossed
to Kennedy.

It was a telegram, and read:

A. A., The New Stratfield, Washington.
Return immediately. Coroner has Craig Kennedy on case.
D. D.

"It was a devilish scheme," snapped Kennedy, as the handcuffs circled
the fake lawyer's wrists, "but it didn't work, Ames."

CHAPTER XVI

THE SLEEPMAKER

"Perhaps race-horses may be a little out of your line, Mr. Kennedy, but
I think you will find the case sufficiently interesting to warrant you
in taking it up."

Our visitor was a young man, one of the most carefully groomed and
correctly dressed I have ever met. His card told us that we were honored
by a visit from Montague Broadhurst, a noted society whip, who had
lavished many thousands of dollars on his racing-stable out on Long
Island.

"You see," he went on hurriedly, "there have been a good many strange
things that have happened to my horses lately." He paused a moment, then
continued: "They have been losing consistently. Take my favorite, Lady
Lee, for instance."

"Do you think they have been doped?" asked Kennedy quickly, eager to get
down to the point at issue, for I had never known Craig to be interested
in racing.

"I don't know," replied the young millionaire, d