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sye twoz with a rather bitter
smile Bob pocketed the lot. He
pulled open a second drawer. As
if a devil had stung: him, his hand
shot out eagerly at the little silver-mounted
weapon it contained.
''The quick way!" he sajd
hoarsely. There was a click.
Then with a shudder he flung the
weapon back into the drawer,
crashed it sh"t, and his face fell
acrpss his arms. Some power
drove his ips to the low spbbing
utferance of a prayer, learned at
his mother's knee.
"Is this Mr. Jones?" asked a
timid, almost frightened voice.
Ijob had heardsome sound at
the door, but had supposed it was
the agent going out. In a startled
way he faxed a damty, lissome
ygqng girl, sq pddly out qf place
in her bewitching grace and pret
tiness that he alnjost fancied it aT
bjelusiqn. He just nodded.
""I that is-r" the girl was pale
and her hand was trembling as
she tendered a large envelope.
There was no doubt that she had
seen the weapon and heard the
prayer. She was confused in de
livering a message. "My aunt,
Mrs. Cynthia Bell, asked me to
giye you this. It is sqmething
about about another jawyer,
and you are to write aunt or see
Thep she was gone. Bob sank
to a chain 'His heart had leaped
up at such loveliness. But not
fqr Jijin ! He, penniless, a failure !
He opened the envelope, suppos
ing it tp be some papers in one of
the few law cases he had assisted
Around affile of documents ,
twp fifty-dollar bills were folded.
Next' to thenj was a note. It
"I am the attorney at Blake
ville of Mrs. Bell. She will come
to you to assist her in getting
possession of some important
papers, will give you a retainer
fee, and if we win the case at tljis
end there will he a contingent fee
"Whyt" exclaimed Bob, glanc
ing at the envelope, "this is for
the Jones downstairs. All that
He sat looking at those crisp
-bank notes hungrily. Fdra mo
ment there was a vivid picture of
a fine cafe, snowy linen, glittering
cut glass, the "well 'served meal,
and then . -
f'The Jones downstairs js away
in Europe," mused Bob, "but this
is his business, not mine. Ah!
here is an address,1' and Bob
placed the envelope in his pocket
and went down to 'the street.
An hour later Boh was ushered
into a suite qf roops in an apart
ment house three miles away. An
old lady -and a young one arqse
to greet hint.
"Mr. Jones you are prompt,"
said the elder lady, holding his
card in her hand. The younger
his offipe visitor, lqoked at him
with interest, but strangely.
"Mr. Jones, yes," said Bob
with a forced smile, "but not the
Mr. Jones for whom these- docu
ments were intended." And then
Bob told of the other Jones, of his
absence, and handed the lady the
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