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'days, and after settling himself in his
hotel, he took out a key to open his
valise. The key did not fit Hor
rors! It was not his valise! He had
,- picked up the wrong baggage in the
station. He at once telephoned the
"lost and found" department of the-
information bureau and every
thing of which he could think. 'to re
ft store the property and get on 'the
u a. uk. ul ms uwn. iNuiiimg coming
of this, he called in a locksmith to
fit a key to the lock, concluding that
there might be something in the con
tents that would lead to finding the
owner. Some old clothes packed
around two suspicious-looking boxes
and some papers were inside. Whit
beck set the boxes carefully aside.
They might contain bombs, and he
didn't care to investigate. He. began
to examine the papers. They were
mostly letters, all typewritten, and
signed P. B. They seemed trivial, al
most nonsensical, until it dawned on
Whitbeck they were undoubtedly in
cipher, whereat he gave the two
boxes a still wider berth. There was
nothing in the shape of an address
and "Whitbeck was considerably non
plussed and, feeling that he had un
wittingly become a factor In an an
., archist plot, concluded to consult the
He went down to get some infor
mation from the hotel clerk. When
he heard around an angle of the desk
a woman speaking.
"Is there any one here by the name
of Whitley?" she asked.
The clerk assured her there" was
no sucn name on the register.
"Why, that is strange," she per
sisted. "They said at the station that
- was the name given over the phone."
"People don't always speak plain
i ly over the phone," laughed the
Whitbeck wheeled and faced the
It was Mary Warren! She gasped,
ranetit at thfi desk and her far.f wont
white. The clerk stared from one1o I
the other. - i
"It was a mistake in the name.
Miss Warren. I presume you came
about the lost valise?" Whitbeck said
in the most matter of fact way in
order tovshield the girl. "I did sur
prise you, didn't I?"
She stammered out that he'-had
and allowed herself to be led into a
secluded corner of a reception room.
He looked a't her questioniningly, but
she did not speak. The terror in her
eyes was that of an animal at bay.
Finally he said: "Does that valise
belong to you?"
"What differenceoes that make?"
she asked. "Just give it to me."
"Not till you answer me."
"It is not mine."
"It belongs to some man," he ven
tured. "A coward who lets you come
in his place."
"No! not a coward!" she blazed
out "I made him let me come. You
have opened it!"
"Yesv Who is he?"
"I won't telL Now do with me what
"I don't mean to do anything un
less .you make me. But you must
confide in me. I only want to help
Something in his tone swept away
the barriers and she told him her
story. While in his office shebecame
aware that a man whose welfare was
very dear to her had become involved
in something dangerous. She went
at once to him to try to dissuade him
from it But she found him too
deeply involved to listen to her per
suasions. "You see," she said he had been a
long time out of work. "He became
very bitter against the existing state
of things. He believes that some
thing better must come for the
working man or the whole social fab
ric will be shattered by an awful
"It is true, something better must
come. Both labor and capital must
be enlightened. But the bomb is not
'No," she agreed. "But can you