persed as victim and officers rode
away to the station. All the general
public knew of the case was the in
fqrmation furnished by 'the daily
prints the next morning. This was to
the effect that Barney Flynn, pro
fessional thief, had snatched a wallet
containing a very valuable document
from an old gentleman named Row
land Waldron, had fled with it, was
pursued and shot dead, but the wal
let was not found.
Either Barney Flynn had passed Jt
to some unsuspected and undiscov
ered accomplice or had flung it into
hiding in some spot, along his route.
Two days later there appeared in
the newspaper an offer of $5,000 for
the recovery of a blue, oblong wallet
bearing the initials in gilt, "R. W."
and containing a will signed by. Ab
Just one week after the shooting of
the criminal a young man passed
and repassed Sign 21 of the Universal
Advertising Syndicate. Ten times,
twenty times, in fact all through the
long afternoon this individual 'went
over the brief route that Barney
Flynn had followed. Always his eyes
were on the ground.
This was Adrian Noble, and he had
set himself to attempt to win the re
ward offered for the oblong blue
wallet Noble was not a detective,
but an accidental acquaintance with
one of the officers who had pursued
Flynn had put him in full possession
of all the circumstances of the case.
So impressed was he with the convic
tion that in some mysterious manner
the thief had secreted his booty be
tween the point of robbery and Sign
21 that he had scanned every hole in
the sidewalk, had probed under it,
and had peered into areas and past
drainage gratings, hoping to find a
'it's like looking for a needle in a
haystack!" he sighed rather disap
pointedly, as, for the fiftieth time
i :raats, he. came to a halt in front
of Sign 21.
It was a large framework of smooth
boards covering the front of a fifty- ,
iuul iul uty-weeu iwu uricx uuuuings.
It was about twenty feet high. "
"I've got an .ideal" suddenly ex-
claimed the young man. "Suppose
the thief threw the wallet over the
top of the sign into the vacant lot
beyond ;why not? Ah! a little doorjsl
This may be worth investigating,'' io
Way down at one corner end of the
big sign, sure enough, a narrow door
showed. The poster sheets coverifigjp
it had been cut so the "door would
swing inwards. Noble pushed it open?5
He supposed this was a convenience
for the owners of the sign board, sort
they could get behind the sign to' re-A
pair it or strengthen Its .supports""
when necessary. What was his sur
prise, however, to find steps leaditig'5
down into the vacant lot, about 'its
middle a wandering tool Bhed, mader(l
over into a quite presentable living
structure. t '
And what the further surpriseA6f3
the young violinist struggling for a
living to observe neat, attractive
flower beds in front of the little"
f house, and seated in its doorwaya41
charming young girl, sewing. She
looked startled as the young mat?"
somewhat embarrassed came to-n
wards her, his hat in his hand, 4n9t
apology for intruding upon his lips .
Naturally Adrian Noble explained
tn the vminer lfldv his mission. She
was immediately interested an'tf?
I heard of the case for the first time.
She was drawn irresistibly towards
ner nanasoine, ungui-iaceu visuozv
-.!-- tnrI t.u ... w?-1
a lie eveu juiucu uiiu jui mc ocaiuu,,
for the blue wallet, but the quest wgn
Gradually Noble learned ifctj
strange history. Her father ownetf
the lot. It was valuable, but he had,.
f spent all he had in litigating 'with, a,;
f claimant All the time in their humj
ble abode, however, he had kepf"ia
possession. Mr- Warren, worked in
a factory near by. Zelia helped by
keeping house-and sewing for a-de-
, partment-store. They had managed-
to clear the lot betweenthem, lyiC
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