It was growing late, and

but no one had any news for him. Porky looked into the narrow hall at intervals, and twice

e drive. The office was in a room in what had been the wing, and jutted out into the space now soiled and useless, wh

ion in search of Beany; something, a force directing him-he never could tell just what it was. But he always obeyed it, and so did Beany, to whom the same feelings came. But now Porky sat irresolutely at the window, baffled and worried. He felt anchored to the

he officers and aides who had been in the room left it, and Porky was alone. Presently, as the waiting grew almost

d back to the window. He was t

leer not at all pleasant. Porky felt an insane desire to ask her if that was the best she could do. But he did not. He simply stared at her, at the

to tall Porky's shoulder; yet to the sensitive, worried boy as he gazed at her there came a feeling of something wicked, powerful, and threatening. There seemed t

ky slowly. "You didn't s

m outsite; me, I have

e a mad rush to his head, then ebbed back to his heart. He started toward the old woman, then stopped and thought, staring at the object on her skirt. He knew it well. The old woman stooped to pick up something and the object on her skirt swung free and glittered in the uncertain light. Porky drew a sharp breath as he recogn

woman's tattered dress swinging and glitterin

st resort. A million to one shot, he told himself anxiously; but it had reached him, and while he lived there was hope for Beany. He studied the old scrubwoman with a new understanding. She no longer appeared harmless, stupid and ignorant. The keen twinkle in her old eyes; what had it meant? The seemingly simple and innocent question, "Your brodder. Ware iss he?" was just to sound him, the bo

oman, he waited until she stooped over the General's table, wiping off the papers with a careful, shaking old hand. Porky, suspicious of everything now, fancied that she swiftly read the words on the uppermost pages, but he was busy with deft fingers unfastening the fob from the tattered skirt. He slipped it in his pocket, picked up a pencil and pad from the table, and once more sat down by the window. A few minutes later, while the old woman still pottered around, Porky rose and idly left the room, whistling as he did so. He unconsciously repeated Beany's performance in the dusky hall. He went to the tu

too cunningly contrived for any one to find, except perhaps that Boy Scout who now sat fettered in his chair waiting his end? His brother ... bah! She had left him above. She crossed the room, and stooped to reach a shawl she had thrown on the high bed. As she bent, something light and strong and cat-like leaped upon her seizing her wrinkled throat in a vise-like grip. She could not scream. In a sec

his chair. He was bound and gagged. As Porky sped across the ro

strapped to the alarm key of a common alarm clock. As Porky's quick glance took in the whole scene, the little alarm clock gave the cluck that precedes the striking of the alarm. Porky made a dash across the room, as the alarm commenced t

e in air, then it dropped down and buried its

Beany shook himself free, with many faces to ease his tired jaw where the

Damocles!" w

f he felt as nervous as I did before you came, I feel good and sorry for him. Gosh

He could not recover at once from the sh

eon that I want to reside here long. Besides, perhaps you don't know the old lad

room with about a mile of flossy curtain cord twined around her. She is safe enough. We will go up and report this li

rubbing his stiff legs and arms. "I have a l

age. Porky, in passing, looked under the bed. Then with a gasp he looked again and, dropp

and over. Then he shook them. Then he

?" demanded Be

gone!" said

oman had