t revealed nothing. Indeed, she eluded them, escaping the

home," said Florence i

s a whole new character who promises to become interesting. But look, Florence," she whispere

llar turned up and w

es

us when we were on our wa

you s

Same coat, same ha

y t

A moment later she said

Came clear and got out of this affair; turned facts over

. Then suddenly she shivered a

not qu

t in over

wim. Can

ughed, and there for th

pe her attention. Harry Brock had been losing a lot of sleep. She saw him ru

te?" she asked in

lance, then, seeming to catch hims

ial article to be written for English 5b, she decided to use her card of admitt

s book bindery. Unfortunately, something occurred while she was there that quite drove all the thoughts of he

and great presses, the glowing fires that heat irons for the stamping, all the

interest, however. It was when she had been shown into a small side room, into which the natural su

ot more than six a year, but they are handsomely, wonderfully bound. Mr. Kirkland, the head of this d

e them, were three skilled workmen. They were more than workmen; they were artists. The work turned out by them rivaled in beauty and perfection the canvas of the most skilled

of them, and each tool had its place. Every now and again from the benches there came a hot sizzling

ad workman, a broad-shouldered man with a pleas

e me tell you a little

d I sh

. After he died I bought them from his widow. He once spent three years binding a sing

I am only just beginning. You see it is a very large book, a book of poet

ch smaller but it was to h

assed over

ked Lucile, a tone of insti

ed most on it," he said, holding out the edge of a steel tool for her inspection. "You see, the metal is heated and pressed into the leather in just the right way, then g

en examined the to

makes the water. You see we use appropriate tools. The book wa

ming into his fine face, "I suppose I might as well tell you. T

tarted v

at her for a sec

way. The book was very valuable-worth thousands of dollars. And it would

spoke, "did the book have three of these ancient ship

es

k red leather with the

he man's tone

, "was there a bookmark in the upper c

ords in a tense whisper. "How can

I can't tell you now. But p

to our presiden

let me go now. I must think. I w

gentleman he escorted her to

ged, seemed unreal to her

n? That book, the hand-bound copy of 'Mysteries of the Sea,' is the latest acquirement of the old man in the mystery cottage on Tyler street. She stole it; the child stole it. And

old man, the child. There is something back of it