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," said Vic impressively, "through some agency at present unknown. So far, so good." "Unknown? What rubbish. I sent a note by Sam Wigglesworth, who gave it to some of you for Adrien. What about it?" As they approached the entrance to the Maitland Mills Vic saw a stream of employees issue from the gate. "Nothing more at present," he said. "This is my corner. Let me out. I am in an awful hurry, Jack." "Will you tell me, please, what all this means?" said Jack angrily. "Sorry, old chap. Awfully hurried just now. See you later." "You are a vast idiot," grumbled Jack, as Vic ran down the street. He took his place at the corner which commanded the entrance to the Maitland works. "Here I shall wait, abstractedly gazing at the passers-by, until the unhappy Sam makes his appearance," mused Vic to himself. "And by the powers, here Sam is now." From among the employees as they poured from the gate Victor pounced upon his victim and bore him away down a side street. "Sam," he said, "it may be you are about to die, so tell me the truth. I hate to take your young life." Sam grinned at his captor, unafraid. "Cast your mind back to the occasion of the hockey dance. You remember that?" "You bet I do, Mister. I made a dollar that night." "Ah! A dollar. Yes, you did, for delivering a note given you by Captain Jack Maitland," hissed Vic, gripping his arm. "Huh-huh," said Sam. "Look out, Mister, that's me." "Villain!" cried Vic. "Boy, I mean. Now, Sam, did you deliver that note?" "Of course I did. Didn't Captain Jack give me a dollar for it? I didn't want his dollar." "The last question, Sam," said Vic solemnly, "to whom did you deliver the note?" "To that chap, the son of the storekeeper." "Rupert Stillwell?" suggested Vic. "Huh-huh, that's his name. That's him now," cried Sam. "In that Hudson car--see--there--quick!" "Boy," said Vic solemnly, "you have saved your life. Here's a dollar. Now, remember, not a word about this." "All right, sir," grinned Sam delightedly, as he made off down the street. "Now then, what?" said Vic to himself. "This thing has got past the joke stage. I must do some thinking. Shall I tell Pat or not? By Jove, by Jove, that's not the question. When that young lady gets those big eyes of hers on me the truth will flow in a limpid stream. I must make sure of my ground. Meantime I shall do the Kamerad act." That afternoon Annette had another visitor. Her nurse, though
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