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I J0,000 FO 00 W'ORAS.
3: T'.e Ji'ion Dollar Mystery" ttory will
3 run or twenty-tiro consecutive weeks in
J this paper. By nn orrnttpr nient with the
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1 made possible not only to read the ttory
J in thin paprr. but alo to tee it each wed;
I in the 1 nrinu moving picture thratert.
4 For the tolution of this mystery ttory
i $10,000 will br given.
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j acceptable rotation of the myttei-y. from
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f drama inll be made and the last tiro
J chtpfef of the ttory icritten by Harold
j Martirath.
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1 pictures of the winner, his or her home,
I and other interesting features. It is ten-
i derstood that the newspapers, to far as I
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tert of the ttory by Harold Macdrath,
3 will aUo show a picture of the successful
.1 vontcttant.
j Solutions to the myttcry must not be
J more than 100 wordt long. Here are tome
f questions to be kept in mind in connec-
i Hon icith the mystery at an aid to a solu-
;l; t:on :
1 S'o. 1 What becomes of the millionaire?
J Xo. 2 What becomes of the $1,000,000?
Vf.8 Whom does Florence marry f
I So. 't What becomes of the Hussion
J countess?
J Xobody connected either directly or in-
H dire My uith " The Minion Dollar Mys-
A tery'' tcill be considered as a contestant.
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1 SYNOPSIS OF THE FIRST CHAPTER.
I I Stle y Harsreavc, millionaire, after a
m aalraeulooa enrnpf from the den of the Bong;
I I M brilliant taievea known aa the Black
I Hundred, Uvea the life of a recluse for
; eighteen yearn. Haajreave nlcht enters
I " BrnmilTrm7 reataurant and there cornea
VMaT fCC 0 'BCr w,tB aB' leader, Bratne.
After the meeting;, daring which neither
. man apparently rrcofniaca the other, Har-
fc. JjB' Krea e hurrlea to hla mairnlflcent Rlverdale
H, home and laya plana for making hla escape
r.'flK from the country. He rrrltea a letter to the
itVi ;l"la' school In ew Jeraey where eighteen
fj&iM rcaxa before he had myaterjoualy left oa
IbaM th dooratep hla baby daughter, Florence
gjjH Gray. He alao par. a rlalt to the hangar of
o daredevil aviator.
'tH Brnlne and membern of hla band snrrouad
JH Hargreave'a home at night, bnt aa they
$H enter the honae the watchera outMlde
d flm loa leave the roof. The aafe Is
r-m found empty the million which Hargreave
Jlfm Tra" Jow to have drawn that day gone.
lB r0CDrr1,llt: 1814 By HrollJ MacGrath.
I CHAPTER II.
ths master's man.
r" w ROON faced Hargrcave's butler som
l bcrly. The one reason why Braiiie
1 mad tbis man his lieutenant was be
cause Vron always followed the letter
of his instructions to the linal period ho
never sidestepped or added any frills or inno
vations of hia wn, aud because of this very
nutornntism be rarely blundered into a trap.
If he failed, It was for the simple fact llint
the master uued had overlooked some essential
detail. The organization of the Black Hun
dred was almost totally unknown to eithr
the public or the police. It is only when you
fail that you are found out.
"The patrolnmn has been trussed up like
you," began Vrbon. "If they find him they
will pnjbahly find you. But before that you
will prow thirsty and hungry. Where did your
master put that money? '
" He carried it with him."
"Why don't you call for help?"
" The houses on either side are too far
away. I might yell rill doomsday withoi-t
btinz heard. Tb-y will have heard the pistol
shots: but Mr. Harrreave m always prar-
Iticinr in the backyard.
" The people in those two bonaea hare bn
called out of town. The servants are ufT for
"the disht."
U "Very Interesting," replied Jones, staring
ftt the rug.
" Your master is dea ', "
Jones chin sunk upon hi breast. His
heart was heavy, heavier than It had ever
been before.
"Your nmater left a will?"
" Indeed. I could not say."
" We can -ay. He has still three or four
millions in stocks and bonds. What he took
t the bottom of the sea with him ws hla
available cash."
" I know uothlns about his finances. I
was his butler and valet.'
Vrooa nodded. "Come, men: It is time
we took ourselves off. Tut things in order;
close the sale. Sou poor jaclala, I alwayi
" have to watch von for outbreaks of vandalism.
Off with you ! "
He was the last to leave He stared lone
and tearchingly at Jones, who felt the burn
ing' enrr but refuse.! to meet it lest the pl..tt. r
see t,e tire in ln. The door closed. For
fully an hour Jones litencrl but lid not ,iir.
They were really gone. lie pressed h.v feet
to the floor and began to hitch the chiir to
wnrd the table. 1 1 n 1 f way across the inter
vrning ppa.Ce he erunipled in the chair, almost
completely ehiiuted. He let a niiarter of nn
hour pa's. thcD made the final attack upon
the reuriiuini distance. He succeeded In
reaching the dcck, but he could n ot have stirred
an inch farther. The hair on his had was
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damp with sweat and his hand'- were clammy.
When he felt strength returnin?. be lifted
the telephone off the hook uith his teeth.
"Central, Central! Call th poli co to come
to this number at occe : I Inrsreave "s house,
Riverdale. Toll them to break in."
" Where's j our gag? "
"There wasn't any."
"Then why di In't you yell for help? "'
"The thieves lured our neighbors away
from town. The patrolman who walks this
beat is bound -and gagged and is probably re
posing hack of the billboard in the next block."
" .Murphy, you watch this nnn while I make
a call on the neighbors." said the ofheer who
seemed to be in authority. When br returned
he was frowning seriously. " We'd better
telephone to the precinct to search for Den
nison. There's nobody at home in either
house and there's nobdy back of the bill
beards l utie the man. When this was done,
the officer snid . "Now, tell us w&nt's hap
pened : aud don't forget any pi the details."
Jonr-s told a simple and convincing story;
it was so simple and convincing that the
police believed it without question.
"Well, if that ain't the limit! Did you
hear any autos out- ide? "
" I don't recollect.'' said Jones, stretching
his legs gratefully. "Why?"
"The auto bandits helj up a honk mes
senger today and got away with twenty thou
sand. Whenever a man draws down a big
sum they stem to know about it And say.
Murphy, tall up ajid have the river police look
out for a new faugkd rairship. Your master
may have been rescued." turning to Jones.
"If I were only sure of that, sir!"
When the police took themselves off. Jones
proceeded to act upon those plaus laid down
bj Hargreave early that night When this
was done hp sough! his bed and f-U asleep,
the sleep of the exhausted. When Ilarcrcave
picked up Jones to share his fortunes, be lmd
put bis trust in do ordinary man.
A dozen reporters troOpcd out to the Har
greave home only to find it deserted. And
while they were nugin Bells aud tapping
windows, the man they sought was tramping
up and down the phtform of the railway sta
tion. Through all this time Norton, the rep.,rt.r,
Hargrenve's only friend, slept the sleep of the
just and unjust. He rarely opened his eyes
before noon.
'.roup after group of passengers Jones eyed
agerly. Qften just as be was in the act of
approaching a couple of yoang women, some
man would hurry up, and there would he
ktases or bandahakes. At length the crbwfl
thinned, and then it was that be discovered
a young girl perhaps IS, accompanied by a
young woman in the early thirties They ha 1
the appearance of eftger!) awaiting some one.
Jones stepped forward with a good deal of
diffidence.
"You are waiting for some one?"
" Yes." iid the elder woman, coldly.
" A broken bracelet? "
The distrust on both fa-., vanished in
stantly. The young girl's face hrighteed. her
eyea sparkled with suppressed etenient
" You are ... my father? "
"X". miss." very gravely. t am (he
butler."
"Let me sPe your part of the bracelet"
"id the young girl's guar.Jlan. n teacher who
ad been assigned to this delict task by
Miss Farlow. who could not bring herself to -mj
gOOd-by to Florence anywhere except nt
the school gates.
The halves were produced and examined.
1 believe we may trust him, Florence,'?
"Let as hurry to the taxicab. We must
not stand here.''
" My mother? "
She Is dead. I believe she died shortly
after your hirth. 1 have bfen with your
father but fourteen year6- I know but little
of his life prior to that."
" Why did he lenve me all these years with
out ever coming to see mev Why?"
"Ir is p,,t for me. Miss Florence, to in
quire into yqur father's -act. But I do know
that whatever he did was meant for the beat.
Your welfare was everything to him."
" It is all cr strange, said the girl, be
wilderedly ' Why didn't he come to meet me
instead of you ? "
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Jones stand at his hands, miserably.
"Why?" shp demanded. "I have thought
of him, thought of hirn. He has hurt me with
nil this neglect- I expected to see him at the
station, to throw my arms around his neck
nd . . . forgive him!" Tears swam in
ber eyes as she spoke.
" Everything will be explained to you when
we reach the house. Rut always remember
this. Miss Florence You were everything ia
this wide world to your father. You will
never know the misery and loneliness he suf
ferel that you might not have one hour of
unrest. What are your plans?" he asked
abruptly of the teacher from Miss Farlow s.
"That depends," she answered, laying her
band protectiugly over the girl's-
" You could leave Miss Farlow's on the mo
ment ? "
" Yes,"
" Then you will stay and be Miss Florence's
companion? "
M Gladly."
" What is my father's name t "
" Hurgreare, Stanley Hargreave."
The pirl's eyes widened in terror. Suddenly
she burst into a wild frenzy of sobbing, her
head against the shoulder of her erstwhile
teacher.
Jones appeared visibly shocked. "What ia
it?"
We read the story in the newspaper."
said the elder woman, her own eyes filling
with tears. " The toor child ! To have all
her castles-in-air tumble dowu like this! Bnt
what authority have you to engage me?"
sensibly.
Jones produced a document, duly signed
by rlorgreave, and Witnessed and sealed by
a notary, in which it was set forth that Henry
Jon. s, butler and valet to Stanley Hargreave,
bad full powers of attorney in the event of
his Ilnrgreave's) disappearance: in the event
of bis death, till Florence became of leg.il
age.
Said Jones as he put the document back
in his pocket: "What is your name?"
" Susan Wane."
" 1 o you love this child?"
" With all my heart, the poor unhappy
bah. ! "
" Thank you ! "
Iuside the home he conducted tbem througn
the various rooms, nt the same time telling
them what had taken , place during the pre
ceding night.
"They have not found bis body?" asked
Florence My poor, poor father!"
" Xo."
"Then he may be alive!"
" IMease God that he may ! " said the butler,
with genuine piety, for be bad loved the man
who had gone forth into the night so bravely
nnd so strangely. " This is your room. Your
father spent many happy hours here prepar
ing it for you."
Tears came into the girl's eyes again, snd
discreetly Jones left the two alone.
" What shall I do, Susan? Whatever shall
I do?"
" Be brave s you always are. I will never
leave you till you find your father."
Florence kbsed her fervently. "What ia
your .-pinion of the butler?"
" I think we may both trust him absolute
ly." Then Florence began exploring the house.
Susan followed her closely. Florence peered
behind the mirrors, the pictures, in the drawer-
of the dek, in the l.ookcaseg.
"What are you hunting for. child?"
"A photograph ot my father." But she
found none. Motc, there were no photographs
of any kind to be found in Stanley Hnr
greave's home.
When Norton awoke, he naturally went to
the door for the morning papers which were
always placed in a neat pile before the sill.
He yitwned, gathered up the bundle, was ahout
to climb back into bed, when a headline . aught
his dull eye. Twenty-one minutes later, to
he precise, he ran up the steps of the Har
greave home nnd rang the bell. He was ad
mitted by the taciturn Jones, to whom the
reporter ha 1 never paid any particular atten
tion Somehow Jones always mauaged to
stand in shadows
" I can add nothing to what has already
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appeared in the newspapers," replied Jones, as
Norton opened his batteries of inquiries.
" Mr. Jones, I have known your master
several years, as you will recollect. There
never was a woman in this house, not even
among the servants. There are two in the
other room. Who are they? An what are
they doing here? "
Jones shook his head.
" Well, I can easily find out"
Jones barred bis path, and for the first
time Norton gazed into the eyes of the man
servant They were as hard as gun metal.
"My dear Mr. Jones, you ought to know
that sooner or later we reporters find out
what we seek."
Jones appeared to reflect. " Mr. Norton,
you claim to be a friend of Mr. Hargreave."
" I do not claim. I am. More than that
I do not believe be is dead. He was deep.
He had some relentless enemies I don't know
therefrom or what kind and he is pretending
he's dead till this blows over and is forgot
ten." " You are not going to say that in your
Newspaper'' " Jones was visibly agitated.
" Not till I can prove it."
" If I tell you who those young ladies are,
will you give me your word of honor not to
write about them till I give ray permission?"
Norton, having in mind the big story at
the end of this mysterious tangle, agreed.
"The elder is a teacher from a private
school ; the other is Stanley Hargreave'
daughter."
" Good Lord ! " gasped the astonished re
porter. " He never mentioned the fact to rap,
and we've been together in some tight places."
" He never mentioned it to any one but
me." Jones again seemed to reflect. At last
be raised bis glance to the reporter. " Are
yon willing to wait for a great story, the rral
story?"
" If there is one," answered Norton with
his usual caution.
" On my word of honor, you shall have
fruch a story as you never dreamt of, if you
ill promise not to divulge it till the ap
pointed time."
"I agree."
"The peace and happiness of that child de
pend upon how you keep your word."
That was sufficient for Norton. " Your
master knew me. He knew also that I am
nut a man who promises lightly. Now intro
duce me to the daughter."
With plain reluctance Jones went about
the affair. Norton put a dozen perfunctory
questions to the girl. What he was in search
of was not news but the sound of ber voice.
In that quarter of an hour he felt his heart
disturbed as it had never before been dis
turbed. " Now, Mr. Norton," said Jones gloomily,
" will you be so kind as to follow me? "
Norton was led to Jones' bedroom. Th
butler-valet closed the door and drew the win
dow shade. Always seeking shadows. Tbis
did not impress the reporter st the time; he I
had no other thonght bat the story. Jones i
then sat down beside the reporter and talk-d i
in an undertone. When he had done he toofc
Norton by the elbow and gentjy but forcibly 1
led him down to the front door and usher-d
him forth. Norton jumped into his taxicab and
returned to his rooms, which were at the top
of the huge apartment hotel. He immediately ,
called up his managing editor.
" Hello ! This is Norton. Tat Griffin on i
the Hargreave yarn. I'm off on another deal." (
" But Hargreave was a friend of yours," t
protested the managing editor.
" 1 know it. But you know me well enough, c
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Mr Blair. I should not ask the transfer if it
was not vitally important."
" O, very well."
" We sha'n't be scooped."
" If you can promise that. I don't care who
works on the job. Will you be in the office
tonight? "
" If nothing prevents me."
" Well, good -by."
Norton filled his pipe, drew his chair to the
window, and stared at the great liner going
down to sea.
" I.ord, Iord ! he murmured. Then b
smiled and chuckled. Some hricht morning
he would have all New York hy thp ears, the
police running round in circles, and the chiefs
of the rival sheets tearing their hair What
a story ! Four columns on the first page, and
two whole pages Sunday. . . . And all
of a sudden he erased to smih nnd chuckle.
In the living room of the Princess Olga
rerigoff s apartment the mistress lay reading
on the divan. There was no cigaret between
her well shaped lips, for sh" was not the ac
cepted type of adventuress. In fact, she was
not an adventuress; she was really the Prin
cess Perigoff. Her maiden name had been
Olga Pushkin ; but more of that latpr.
When Braine came in he found her dream
ing with half closed eyes. He flourished an
evening newspaper.
" Olga. even the best of ns make mistaken.
Here, just glance oTer this."
The Russian accepted the newspaper and
read the heading indicated . " Aeronaut
picked up far out at sea. Slips a?hore from
tramp steamer. Had five thousand in cash in
bis pockets."
" Hargreave escaped ! "
" Not necessarily." she replied. " If it was
Hargreave he would have had more than five
thousand in his pockets. My friend, I believe
it an attempt to fool yon; or it is another
man entirely." She clicked her teeth with
the tps of her polished nails.
" There are two young women in the house.
What the deuce can that mean?"
"Two young women? O! then every
thing's as simp'e as daylight. Katnna Push
kin, my cousin, had a child."
"Child? Hargreave had a child? What
do yon mean by keeping this fact from mi?"
he stormed.
" It was useless till this moment He prob
ably sent for her yesterday, but In his fffoVt
to escape had to turn her over to his butler.
We shall soon learn whether Hargreave is
dead or alive. We can us the child to bring
him back."
The anger went out of his yes. " You're a
wonder, Olga."
" But you should have gone with Vroon
last night. He does everything Just as you
tell him. When they reported that Hargreave
had visited Ort's hangar you ought to have
prepared against such a coup as flight through
the air."
" I admit it But a daughter! Well, I
can bring him back," with a sinister laugh.
" By the Lord Harry, I have hi m in mv
hands this time, that is, if this girl turns out
to be his daughter. A million? Two, thr?e,
all he has in the world. I want you to pay
a visit right away. Watch the butler. Jones.
He'll lie, of course; but note how he treats
the girl: and if you get the chance look
around the walls for a secret panel. He
might not have carried away the cash at all,
only enough for his immediate needs, which
would account for that five thousand on the
man picked up at sa If I could only get
inside that house for an hour!"
" I believe I'll call at once. Leo, was Har
greave the man's real name?"
Braine laughed. "That is of no vital con
sequence. He will be HargreaTe till the end
of thj eVionfwr Ana A .1;.. W .it
on. xou enn ceil
me the news at dinner tonight." ,
So, later, when the butler sccepted her card
at the door, loath as he might be, there was
nothing for him to do but admit her.
'"Whom do you wish to see, madam?"
stepping back into the shadow.
" Miss Hargreave. I'm an old friend of
her mother's."
"' There is no such person here."
"To whom, then, does this hat belong ?
she asked quietly. She waved her hand in
dolently toward the hall rack
Jones' lips tightened. "That belongs to
Miss Gray, a kind of protege: of Mr. Har
gr cave's."
"Indeed! You have no objections to my
seeing ber? My maiden nam. was Olga Push
kin, cousin to Katrina, wife of Stanley Har
greave. I am, if you will -veigh the matter
Carefully, a kind of aunt."
To Jones it was as if Ice had suddenly come
into contact with his heart's blood. But as
he stdl stood in the shadow, she did not ob
serve the pallor of his face.
" If you will state exactly why yon wish
to see hr, madam."
"You seem to possess authority?"
" Yes, madam, -ahsolute authority " Jones
produced his document and presented it t
her.
" There is no flaw u that" she agreed read
ily. "I wish to see the child. I have told
you why."
"Very well, madam." Why had they not
telegraphed the child, even on the train, to re
turn to Farlow's. He knew nothing of this
voman. whether she was an enemy or a friend
He conducted his unwelcome gu-st into the
ibrsry
"How did you know that she was here?"
uddenly.
But she was ready. " I did not. But th
lesth of Mr. Hsrgrear. brought me. And
hat youthful hst in the ball was a story all
ts own. Later I shall show you some papers
f my own. Tou will have no cause to doubt
hem. They have not the legal power of
ours, but ther would find standing In any
ourt"
Top s turned and went In s-arch of Flor II
ence. I
The princess lost no time In beginning her
investigations, but she wasted ber time. Ther? II
was no secret panel in evidence.
'Who is she?" asked Florence as she
looked at the card. "Did my father know
princesses?
" Yes," said Jones briefly. "Be very care
ful what you say to her. Admit nothing. She
claims to be a cousin of your mother. Per
haps "a
"My mother?" Without waiting for any
further adice from Jones, whom Florence in
her young years thought presuming upn hia j j
authority, she ran downstairs to the library.
Her mother, to learn some fact about the ,
mother of whom she knew nothing.' U
" You knew my mother?" she cried without r
ceremony.
He heard the princess say: "1 did, my '
child; and haven i? witness that you are th
exact picture of her at your age. And I knew
your father "
Jones straightened. hi hands shut tigbtly.
"Tell me about my father!"
The princess smiled. It was Katrtns Push
kin come to life, the same impulsiveness.
" I knew him bnt slightly. I was a mere ?hlld
Uyaelf when he used to pinch my cheeks. I
met him again the other night, but he did
not recoguize me . and I could not find it in
any heart to awaken his memory in a public
restaurant."
Presently Jones came in to announce that
two detectives requested to see Florence. The
iwo men entered, informing her that they had
been Instructed to investigate the disappear
ance of Stanley Hargreave,
"Who are you, miss?"
" I am his daughter."
"Ah!" j
One of the detectives questioned Florence,
minutely while the other wandered anout 'he
rooms, feeling the walls, using th magnifying f ,
glass, turning back the rugs. Even the girl's fit
pretty room did not escape his scrutiny. By
and by he returned to the library and beck- It
oned to his companion The two conferred S
for a moment. One chanced to look into th ,
mirror. He saw the bright eyes of the prill
cesa gazing intelligently into his, 1
'"I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to ae '
company us to the station, miss.
"Why?"
" Som technicalities. We must have some
proof of your right to be in this house. So I
far as we have learned, Hargreave was an
married. It will take but a few minutes." j f
" And I will accompany you," said the !
princess. " We'll be back within half an hour. ' 1
I'll tell them what I know."
Jones, in the hall, caught sight of the re-
porter coming up the steps. Here waa somr :
one he could depend upon.
Why. Mr. Norton ! " "
The reporter eyed the princess in smaze-
ment.
"You look surprised. Naturally. I am a
cousin of Miss Florence's mother. You might '
say that I am her aunt. It's a small world,
isn't it?" But if wishing could poison, tha
reporter would have died that moment.
"Who are you and what are yon doing
here?'' one of the detectives demanded
" I m going to ask that very question tf fr
you," said Norton, urbanely. M i f
, We are from headquarters," replied one, fl
showing his badge. sfif
" What headquarters? What are they aak
ing you to do?" he said to Florence. H
"They say I must go to the police station N
with them."
" Not the leaat in the world." laughed the
reporter. -'You two clear out of hare as H
as jour rascally legs can carry you. I don't i
know what your game is. but I do know every I
reputable detective in New York, and you t
don't belong." H
"Good heavens!" exclaimed the princess-, I
" do you mean to say that these men are not f
real detectives? ' I
" 1 bis girl goea to the police station, young J
man So much the worse for you ii you j
meddle. Take yourself off ! " I
"All in good time." I
" Here, Jenner, you take charge of the girl. I
I'll handle this guy. He shall go to the sta I
tion, too."
What followed would always be vividly re- if
membered by Florence, fresh from the peace I
and happiness of her school life. Norton f
knocked his opponent down. He rose and for I
a moment the room seemed full of legs and W
arm and panting men. A foot tripped up "
Norton and he went down under the bogus f
detective. He never suspected tbmt the trip-
Ping foot was not accidental. He was too i
busy. IV
The other man dragged Florence toward 1
the hall, but there the peaceful butler a- I
trred into the field of action with a verv un- I
attractive automatic. The detective threw I
up his hands I
The struggle went on in the library A I 1
trick of jiu-jitsu brought about the downfall I
Ot Norton's train, and Norton ran out ;nto I
the hall to aid Jones. He searched the de- if
t-tives pockets and secured the revolver fi
Hie result of all this was that-the two bogus H
detectives soon found themselves in -harge of
two policemen, and they were marched off
to the station. I
" Your advent was most providential, Me
-Norton, said Jone. in hi. usual colorles.
tones. Ij
" I rather believe so. Why don't you pack If
"P and cler ot for awhile r" J
"I am stronger in this house than i if
where." answered the butW .nigmatt'v ft
Wei. yOU know. hrst I
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the rep r s ,eC. 2 M
TO be continued. BI V'
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