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sâ€" \ / \ N. \ =I-H %: } J J ^ It's sure to be Piu-e 6^ For sixty years the Refir»ery has led Canada m modern equipment, up-to-date methods, and the pursuit of one ideal â€" absolutely pure sugar. In the Packages introduced by â€"the 2 and 5 lb. Cartons and the 10, 20, 50 and 100 lb. Cloth Bagsâ€" you get Canada's favorite sugar, in perfect condition. Sweeten it'\ CANADA SUGAR REFINING CO., LIMITED, MONTREAL The Green Seal By CHARLES EDMONDS WALK Author of "The Silver Blade," "The Paternoster Ruby," "The Time Lock," etc. CHAPTER v.â€" (Cont'd). ' 'I'he whole proceeding was, in truth, sinjfular; of a nature to render one vexed with impatience because curi- osity was raised to a high pitch only to be â€" wilfully. It seemed â€" disap- piiinted and unsatisfied. A man will not journey*half-way round the world to interview a comparatively obscure vounK lady stenographer, whom he has never seen, unless the motive im- pelling him to do so is extremely potent. Then, to keep the long trail blazed, as it were, witif letters and a tele- gram, only to have the traveler van- ish at the journey's end, had the ef- fect of plunging an already myster- ious episode into yet greater mystery. There was something positively un- canny about it. "Anyway," I reflected aloud after this unique correspondence had been considered at length, "either your quasi-'.-onfirmation of Strang's belief ;ibout the tattoo-murk, or else some factor in your letters to him, not obvious but immanent- -what he read between the lines, possibly â€" hastened his determination to come to America. Did you .show these letter.n to your Aunt Lois?" "Yes. But they only puzzled her and excited her curiosity as much as they did me. She never heard of any James Strang. "They frightened her, too, I be- lieve. - She was obstinateâ€" refused to supply me with the information that >night have enabled me to answer all his iiucstions more fully. Aunt Lois warned me repeatedly to ho careful Jest =<r;mfcthing terrible come out of it. But I couldn't .see any possible tauHe for aluim. I was not deaf to the underlying note of sincerity that marks all the letters, and I don't think I did anything either rash or unbe- coming In answering them â€" do you?" Most cmrffiatically, I did not. And I was saying i-o when Stub knocked and entered Ili.s eyes wore shining with yuppre.^sed excitemi.-nt, but be- fore giving him my attention 1 sup- plenientc<l to Miss Fox: "If you don't mind, I'll keep these letters for a while; 1 should like to study them over at leisure. It may be advisable to report the matter to the police; Stiang â€" whoever he is â€" may have met with foul play. I'll gladly take the matter off your liaiids." Stub could restrain himself no longer. "Boss," he interrupted in an ex- cited undertone, "there's a gum-shoo out in the oflTicc right now wanting to »ee you." Miss Fox and I both fixed upon him B blank stare. "Gumshoe!" I echoed. "What on farth do you mean?" The imp fairly writhe<l with vex- ation over my obtusenesg. "Elbowâ€" bull â€"sleut'â€" detective," he rattled off. "It's Heinle Slruber. He's dead anxious to see you, too, boss." MiBB Fox rose hastily, as if to re- tire. "Wait," I charged her. "This might have to do with the very thing we have been discussing. I can't imagine otherwise why a detective should fa- vor me with a call." She moved over to a window, turn- ing her back to the room, and at a nod from me Stub sprang at the door and had it invitingly open all in one motion. So promptly as to suggest that he had been waiting not far away, a hatchet-faced man entered. He winked covertly and knowingly at Stub, darted a sharp glance at Miss Fox's back, and then smiled ingra- tlatinirly at me. He was holding tometning in his hand. "Sorry to bother yuh, Mr. Ferris," be betran, "but I want to ask yuh a few qucstiona on an important mat- ter. I'm a city detective; Struber's my name." "Without waiting for my consent, he advanced and laid upon my blot- ting-pad the object he was carrying. It was a small, right-angled strip of white pasteboard â€" that is, it was shaped like a carpenter's square, [ "Can you identify that?" he asked, regarding me shrewdly. \ For the life of me, I could not re- strain a start. Right at the angle, \ in small type that was unmistakably i fanniliar, appeared my office tele- : phone number. On the instant I , knew what this fragment of paste- ^ board meant. j It was the remainder of the card from which had been cut the address on the parcel enclosing the diiimond. CHAPTER VI. I glanced up from the bit of card I and into the eye;: of Mr. Struber. 1 What I saw there warned me that, ; officer of the law or not, he was no ; proper person in whom to confide a matter so weighty as the diamond.: Behind his dcterential â€" I might al- ] most say cringing â€" mein, I saw sly- i ness and cynical dijilrust; it would '• have I'eiiuiied no great temptation, 1 1 landed, to kindle cupidity in his heart. | Lest, however, I excite his suspi- cions it behooved me to say some- thing, and by way of answer I rcach- I'cl into a drawer of my desk an<l brought forth one of my professional cards. I placed this beside the trim- med border, and beheld Mr. Struber give a slight nod of satisfaction. "Just a:; I thought," said he. "Now I then, the question is to learn who it ' was cut one of your cardM like that, ] and why he did it." And then, in the ' most matter-of-fact tone, as if he were uttering the veriest common- place, he added : "You know Steve Willcts, I s'poseâ€" " Mr. Struber got thus far, and stop- 1 ped. With the mention of the name Miss Fox uttered a Utile cry and wheeled from the window. Tense and frightened, she stood staring at the detective. Stub was so electrified with mingled emotions of rapture and anticipation, that I curbed an impulse to send him from the room, which ju.st then would have been an act of sheer cruelty. After a brief questioning regai'd of the stBitled girl, Mr. Struber turned to me af/.'uin and completed what he ha<I started to say: "Was he ever a client of yours?" I refused to be surprised. Indeed, I felt I had passed the stage where anything that might have happened would appear unusual or strange. If Mr. Struber had sud<lenly been trans- formed into a monkey and gone caper- ing and chattering around the room, I believe I would have regarded it un- moved as a part of the crazy situa- tion in which I was so confusedly groping. So I replied calmly: "My practice does not extend to the criminal branch of tho law. It would be impossible for me to name everybody who might have access to my cards. They are for the accom- modation of any one likely to have business with mo." A disappointed expression aver- spread Mr. .Struber's lean, twisted expression. "Just 80," he complained, darting a furtive glance at Miss Fox, who had not stirred again. "I looked for somcthin' o' the kind." "Perhaps," I offered, "if you tell me why you mentioned Willets in con- nection with this fragment of card, and tell me under what circumstances it came into your possession, I may be able to give you some informa- tion," The man drew a long breath, and his regard, taking on a doubtful ex- pression, shifted from Miss Fox to Stub. She moved over to a chair. upon which she leaned, watching the detective intently. "Might as well, I s'pose," he said hesitantly; "but it ain't a matter to pass round too freely." I acknowledged both look and hint by banishing Stub. "Miss I''o^' I explained, "is as much interested as I am. Anyway she is in my confidence." Mr. Struber helped himself to the chair facing me, and sat holding his derby hat against his bosom while he talked. "Well, it's quite a little storyâ€" a blamed funny one, too. This morn- ing Billy Hatfield sends word to headquarters that something queer's on at the Republic Hotel, where Billy's chief clerk. The Republic, y' under- stand, ain't what yuh'd call a swell hotel, and queer things is pulled off there every once in a while. So Billy an' me's pretty good friends. "'What's on?' says I when I see Billy. And he tells me this: "Some time Saturday afternoon a guy registered at the Republic. He signs his name 'S. Willets,' just like that â€" 'S. Willets.' He writes down after it 'Johore Bahru' as the place he hails from." At this point I stole a glance at Miss Fox; but the name manifestly was unfamiliar to her, and her pretty countenance was not altered from its look of deep interest. "The Old Man," Mr. Struber pur- sued, "he looks up this Johore Bahru place, ani finds it's a tank town in the Malay Peninsula, where one brand o' Chinks comes frojp." Here the girl grew more alert; she had herself too well in hand now, however, to betray her profound con- cern by another sign. "When Billy sees 'S. Willets' on his register he thinks it's just a josh an' lets it go at^that. People don't al- ways give their real names, y' know, at joints like the Republic, an' Billy he's not the kind o' guy what butts in where he ain't got no business to. He's a pretty good scout, Billy is, an' , he notices that this Willets is nerv- ous an' fidgety, like somethin' don't set well on his chest. That ought to a- put Billy next that the guy wasn't in no frame o' mind to be handin'^ut any kind o' josh just at that time; but somehow Billy doesn't notice, or think about it. "Well, sir, this Willets is shown a room, an' he must a-went out some- wheres soon after, for he don't show up any more till 'way after supper. Then he breezes in an' proceeds to bawl out Mr. Corrigan â€" Billy Hat- field's off duty then, an' Corrigan's the manager â€" swearing somebody's broke into his room and gone through his baggage. There was signs all right that this Willets guy was tell' ing the truth; but there wasn't noth- ing missing. Corrigan makes him turn out everything and check up his I belongings, but he admits nothing is gone. "Yet that doesn't quiet him, and he seems kind o' frightened till Corrigan gives him a room on another floor. This all happens Saturday night. "They leaves the guy in his new room â€" 424 it was; fourth floor, look- ing out on Spring Street â€" and that's the last anybody about the hotel ever see of him. That's why Billy tele- phones in to headquarters this morn- ing and wants to see me." j "But my card," I took advantage of this pause to inquire, "where does it 1 come in?" "I'm just ready for that. First thing after hearing what Billy and Corrigan and all the rest has to say, I took a slant at the inside of 424. The only things that look like a clue I find on a dinky little table. There was some wrapping-paper there, like as if he'd done up a uackage; then the table was scratched where he'd been cutting something with a pocket- knife. The edge of card shows what that was, and Central give me the name belonging to the telephone num- ber." Up to this stage I had formed no very high opinion of Mr. Struber's astuteness; now, without the slightest warning, he gave me a genuine jolt of surprise. In the same colorless tone that marked the balance of his recital, he asked: * "Who is this guy, Mr. Ferris? What was it he sent you?" "I hj^en't the least idea who the man can be," I assured him. "And what in the world makes you think he sent me something?" Mr. Strtiber's regard roamed over me in a speculative way. "Why,'' he returned, coughing de- precatingly behind his hat, "what else could he a-been doin' if he didn't wrap up a package? An' then, who else was it for, seein' he pastes one o' your own cards on for a label? Must a- been a sn:all package, too, or he wouldn't a-had to trim the card." I contemplated the detective nar- rowly, even with a twinge of appre- hension. It was beginning to dawn in my mind that the appearance of the man might be deceptive in more ways than one; certainly he was shrewder than a casual glance at his twisted features, totally wanting any force of character, or his shabby cloth- ing, indicated. His maladroitness was disarming; yet his quick deductions were taking my breath away with their undeniably plausibility. If I were not watchful he would have me talking about the diamond despite my- self. "I can only repeat," said I, "that I can not imagine who the man is. As to your conclusion that he sent me a parcel of any description, you are mistaken." Mr. Struber's ferret eyes narrow- ed as they again surveyed me. I had an uncomfortable feeling that he was checking off the details of my appear- ance. In a bit his long knuckly lin- gers began drumming absently upon the crown of his hat, and he appeared to be pondering. Presently he .said, without addressing anybody in par- ticular: "Funny thing. D' yuh know, this guy what signs his n.'>me 'S. Willets' i.nswers Steve's description to a dot. When Billy describes him to me I allows him Steve's g^allery picture. Billy says: 'Put a ragged gray mous- tache on that fella' â€" meaning Steve â€" 'an' give him a mop o' gray hair, an' he's the man' â€" meanin' uie guy what's disappeared." ^^ All at once his glancef concentrat- ing in a keen, penetrating look, trav- eled to Miss Fox. "What do you know "bout Steve Wil- lets, Miss?" he politely asked. Taken thus off her guard. Miss Fox paled and drew back with a little gasp of dismay. *" "I?" she exclaimed. But before she had time to reply further, I sharply interfered. "Here, Struber, a joke's a joke. But you will please leave Miss Fox out of this discussion. I am very busy, and I've given you a good bit of my time; I'm sorry I could be of no more assist- ance." In the face of this curt hint Mr. Struber could scarcely do less than take his leave, which he did at once, mumbling unintelligible apologies. The instant the door closed behind him Miss Fox hastened to my desk and dropped into her accustomed place. Her face was pale, her eyes were enormous with anxiety and tre- pidation. (To be continued.) + If singleness is bliss, it is folly to marry. A MARVEL OF VALUE An Everyday Luxury- No Dust, Dirt or Steins. SEALED PACKETS ONLY-NEVER IN BULK. Your Grocer has it â€" or >ur Grocer has itâ€" "!_ But insist on wiU get it for you. J "SALADA" The United Kingdom produces only one-fifth of the wheat which it con- Sir Hiram Maxim's many inven- tions include roundabouts and mouse-^ traps. /^ I It has been estimated_yMtr^te in- habitant of Eng" " bricks a year, 'M^,^ Blondes should avoid the lighter shades of blue, which gives an ashy appearance to the complexion. The greatest known age attained by an insect was that of a queen ant, which Sir J. Lubbeck kept alive for nearly fifteen years. The necklaces worn by the native women of the Congo are large metal collars, weighing as much as thirty pounds. Chester's Speech. Chester Thompson did not like to "speak pieces." There are few boys who really enjoy declamation in school, but for Chester the day was particularly full of terrors. HeVas not shy or sensitive among his ma^, but when he faced an audience, even though it was made up wholly of those same school friends, he promptly for- got what^e ha'd learned, and feit as if he were walking off a high cliff into space. Chester felt ashamed of this weak- ness and tried hard to overcome it, but with poor success. Now he was face to face with something far worse than speaking in school. In only two days more he must stand in the vil- lage square, beside the new drinking fountain, and deliver an address be- fore all the people gathered there. How coi^ld he ever do it ? Several years earlier, Chester had joined the Band of Mercy, and his love for pets and all animals had led him to remain a member when many of the boys of his age had dropped out. Now he was its president, and this was why they had selected him to speak at the dedication of the beauti- ful drinking fountain that had been given to the village. His pride would not let him evade the task, but how he dreaded it! With the help of his teacher he had prepared a brief ad- dress, and as he said it over and ov^, he was rather proud of it; but he felt absolutely sure that every word of it would fly from his mind in the panic of the moment. That is what Chester was thinking of 0{^iM$ while he was walking along theroadijust.qiutside the village. He stopped to watch two men who were loading a cart with grravel. When the men had filled the cart, one of them spoke sharply to the horses and they plunged forward; but the rear wheels were dc»p in the ditch and tfaf-hon tn a w t l^ not start the heavy load. The driver again called loudly to them, and struck them with his whip. As the willing span strained agrain at the tugs, one of them slip- ped and fell on its aide. Perhaps the horse was discouraged. Perhaps it was entangled in the har- ness. Anyway, it lay there with quivering sides while the driver leap- ed forward and struck it again with his whip. It was a cruel thing and a foolish thing to do, and the sight was more than Chester could bear in silence. Indig:nation boiled within him, and before he really knew what he was doing, he found himself be- side the angry driver and speaking to him with a great earnestness that caused the man to turn in amaze- ment. Chester could never remember just what he said. Fragments of things that he had learned at the Band of Mercy meetings and snatches of his carefully prepared address for the dedication of the drinking fountain mingled with the simple and common- sense plea that he made for kinder treatment for the fallen horse. The anger left the driver's eye and he flushed under his tanned skin. "Well, you are right, young man," he said. "And how you can talk â€" for a little fellow. Chester and the drirer helped the horse to its feet, patted its nose, and removed a little of the load, and then the man drove away with no more loud words or use of the whip. Chester said nothing about what had happened until after the dedica- tion exercises at the new fountain were over. When his teacher, among many others, congratulated him and told him how splendidly he had done, he told her briefly about the drivei „ and the fallen horse. "I knew I could do it after that," h« said. 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