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BY T. C. HARBAUGH,

AUTHOR or “BUCKSKIN DETECTIVE,” “TExAs
TRUMP,” “ VELVET FOOT,” “ ROUGH ROB,”
“FELIX FOX, THE BOY SPOTTER,”

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CHAPTER I.
MYSTERY.

LATE one afternoon but a few months ago.
Felix Fox, a. boy well known about the police
stations of New York, and feaTed by the erup-
‘ ' losses received an invitatmn to call at 31x

“ YOU WILL NOT SAY ‘ NO.’ YOU WILL UNDERTAKE THIS CASE— —YOU WILL FIND Hm!” AND THE. $322k thug evening at the uptown residence of
GIRL-WOMAN, WITH OUTSTRETCHED HANDb STOO- PLEADINGLY \‘EFORE THE BOY SHADOW. . Mark Morey, a prominent Broad Street brow. '

 
I A  “Boy Shadow.

 
“ It can’t be that the Nabob has turned up 
safely, and now wants me to run down the fel-
lows who had to do with his disap iearance,” re-
ﬂected the boy detective when he ad mastered
the note. “ No, that can not be it, for this is a
woman’s writing, and the Nahob’s ﬁst never
spread a word on this paper. I‘ll go and see
what’s in it, but I allow I don’t want to he put
to work on a case on which the best foxes have
been at work for weeks.”

At the hour mentioned in the invitation, Felix
Fox run the bell at the broker’s house and was
admit to the sumptuously-furnished parlor
with an alacritv which indicated that his arrival
had been looked for.

“ I guess the Nabob is still a missing quantity,”
murmured the shrewd boy while he waited to
be confronted by the sender of the message.
“It can’t be that I’ve tumbled into a trap of
an& kind. I won't believe that.”

e had hardly ceased when there was was a
rustle of feminine garments, and Felix saw a
beautiful oung woman enter the room.

“ The abob’s daughter!” be mentally ex-
claimed as he bowed to the new-comer whom he
thought the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen.

“ You are Felix Fox, the boy detective?” she
said, coming forward and looking closely into
the boy’s face as he stood in the light of the
wonderful chandelier.

“I guess that’s who I am,” responded Felix.
“They seem to know me pretty well in the cit .”

“ I have heard often of you,” was the rep y.
“ You’re the boy who took that young J ersey-
man, Omri Otway, from the .clutches of those
two rascals, Silas Sharp and Darius Dodge.”

“ That was more than a year ago, miss.”

“Yet I have not forgotten it,” said the young
lady. “ But I did not invite you here to say
this.”

“ I su pose not.”

“ Mr. orey has not been found,” continued
Felix’s fair interviewer, “ and I want you to
take the trail.” -

While more than half sus ting something of
this kind, the boy was start (1 by the speaker’s
bluntnesa. ' ' , .

He.had already familiarized himselfto some
extent'with the strange disappearance of Mark
More , the rich broker, commonly called “ the
Nabo ,” by his acquaintances, and the newspa-
per reporters. _

Three weeks had elapped since the Nabob was
last seen by any of his iends. He left his pr]-
vate ofﬁce at the close of business hours, one af-
ternoon, and entered a cab, as was his wont
when he desired to be driven home leisurely.
Since the closing of the carriage door upon the
lbroker, no person of his acquai. ntance had seen

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It was known that he had taken with him cer-
tain moneys amounting to several thousand dol-
lars, but not sufﬁcient to tempt the thugs and
secret villains who play for high stakes in the
great city. _ V,

This disappearance was enough to afford food
for gossip. n a certain sense he was one of the
best known men in New York. Everybody
knew the Nabob; he was handsome, forty-ﬁve, a
widower was always dressed well, and was lav-
ish. with his money.

If the ma or had mysteriousl disappeared as
had Mark orey, there woul not ave been
more comment.

The pa rs had all discussed the strange events
connec with the broker’s disappearance, day
after da they told the interested thousands that
no clew ad been found. Ever thing pertaining
to the case was read with avidity; it sold thous-
ands of papers which otherwise would have con-
tinued to burden the news counters.

Mark More ’s partner—the broker ﬁrm was
“ Morey & arxe ”—-and Estelle-the girl who
had invited Felix Fox to the elegant residence
up-town—had put the best detectives to be had
upon the case and the reward was offered of
ﬁve thousand dollars for the discover of the
Nabob’s whereabouts, and the arrest 0 his ab-
ductors, if the theory of abduction should turn
out to be correct.

It is safe to say that when Felix went to the
Nabob’s house every policeman and detective in
New York was on the lookout for the clew
which thus far nobody could grasp.

Had the Nabob been murdered? '

There were hundreds who had already an-
swered this uestion in the afﬁrmative, and
several rominent pagers did the same. The
morgue been wa bed by thousands; the
waters of the docks were scoured nightly by
l eyed'people in boa. but the mysteryof

din ranco remain as deep as ever.

Felix ox had no exaggerated opinion of his.

    
'ﬁve thousand dollars, youn

      
qualities as a detective; he was but a stout boy
of seventeen with a good ﬁgure, quick as a cat,
and a keen eye. He had grown up almost
among the detectives of the metropolis; and he
knew the dark streets and alleys of the city as
:he messenger boy knows the great thorough-
ares.

As we have said, he was surprised when the
young lady told him that she had sent for him
to take a hand in this mysterious case that had
startled the whole city.

“ Don’t you overrate my ability, miss?”
asked Felix.

"I am sure I do not,” was the quick reply.
“I want you to do what you can to ﬁnd him.”

“ Then you don’t believe—”

The boy checked himself.

“No,” said the young woman. “I do not be—
lieve he has been mur ered; still,” in a lower
tone, “ one does not know what the bad men of
New York will not do. I do not believe the
wild stories aﬂoat to the effect that he was lured
off by a beautiful woman who lives out of the
city. These stories are cruelties: they dee 1y
hurt me who know him so well. ’ There is a dia-
bolical plot of some kind; he has fallen into the
clutches of some people who are ﬂplaying a deep

game. I have the utmost con denee in you.
on will not say ‘ no.’ You will undertake this
case—you will ﬁnd him!” and the girl-woman,
with outstretched hands stood pleadingly before
the Boy Shadow.

“I will, or leaVe the business!” exclaimed
Felix, his dark eyes becoming animated. “ At
this moment I haVen’t the slightest idea where
the Nabob is, but I will ﬁnd a clew, or join the
wharf rat brlgade at half pay!”

»- The young lady seemed about to seize the boy
for joy, and might have done so if a man had
not entered the parlor unannounced.

Felix saw him ﬁrst and the quick eyes of the
boy thought be detected a lurking ﬂash of hate
when their gaze met. ‘

“ You are just in 'time, Rogers,” said Estelle
facing the visitor, who was a young man of
thirty, of rather dark complexion, with a smooth
face and piercing eyes almost black. “ This is
Mr. Fox, the youn detective who has won so
much fame in his ca 'nn‘.” .

“Felix. miss—just F’elix Fox; no mister in
his!” said the boy, blushing/slightly, at.which
Estelle smiled and continue .' -

“ I sent for him to give him a chance to solv
this terrible mystery. Felix, as you object to
the preﬁx ‘Mr,’ the gentleman is Mr. Rogers
Marxe, Mr. Morey’s business partner.”

Felix, who had 'been looking at the visitor
ever since his entrance. executed the usual in-
troductory bow, and said under his breath:

“ Rogers‘Marxe. eh? This is the fellow who
wants to be Mark Morey’s son-in-law as well as
his partner! Well that’s p’int No. i, or-I’m a
saw dust operator!” ' _

“ Do you think you can strike the trail?” ask-
ed Marxe, still eymg Felix with much intenSIty.

“He says he will !” exclaimed Estelle, before
the youn spotter could reply.

“I m say that you have the biggest con-
tract ahead you ever undertook,” continued
Marxe. “At the end of a successful trail lies
man.‘ You begin
where the best detectives o the country leave
03. I shall compliment you highly if you should
solve this unpleasant affair.” ‘

“ I am sure he will!” cried Estelle, scpringing
to the be ’13 side, and seizing his han ‘ Re-
member!

“And fail I will not!” echoed Felix ﬁrmly,
and as he spoke he lmked into the young
broker’s face and can ht the sneer that was al-
read half-formed on is lips

“ 0. you don’t like me Rogers Marne,” de-
cided the boy spotter. ‘ I can see that with
half an eye, and I am ready to tell on that
there’s not a grain of love lost—not 1 I know
gold from pewter.” ‘

Then he turned to Estelle, and told her that
he must be off. - .

“ I will let you out,” said the youn lady and
the next moment the pair were int 9 hallway
and at the front door. a

“You must not let Mr. Marxe discourage
you,” said Estelle, as she threw a quick glance
over her shoulder toward the parlor.

“ Nothip hm t
spouse. may report wit wo days, or
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y ‘ . t e youn .

" Find him? You can bet the abob’s for-
tune that Felix Fox will solve this mystery!
Good-night!”

He was on the street again and a moment
later was hurrying away.

have your word that you will not'

shall do that,” was the quick rev

 
“ I’ve
time,” muttered the oy Shadow. “ The 1:12?
back there has iven me a puzzle that has -
ﬂed the best— hrer Simpson among them.
But my word is out that I will not fall, and I
must not. By Jupiter! I believe I would have
ﬁromised that girl anything. So I am after the

abob at last! In less than forty-eight hours I
will have somebody after me.”

In less than fort -eight hours?

Not far behind t e boy walked a man whose
step was .springy and almost noiseless. There
were a number of pedestrians on the sidewalk,
but this articular one kept a certain distance
between elix and himself, and his eyes watched
him like the e es of a lynx.

The Boy S adow had a’ foe at his heels al-
ready. _

 
CHAPTER II.
AN ADROIT RASCAL.

WHEN Felix reached his led in s, which were
on the second ﬂoor of a plain oo ing house on
the Bowery near Bayard street, he was sure
prised to ﬁnd a man waiting for him.

There was nothing about this person that at
first attracted the young shadower’s attention.
He was about the medium hight, bad light
brown eyes and a full beard, and appeared to be
about forty years of age.

“I have been waiting-Ifor you,” he said to
Felix. “‘My name is arris Hodge. I don’t
live in the City, but in New Jersey near Morris-
town. if you know where that is."

Felix nodded; he well knew the place men-
tioned. ‘

“I am here for the pur ose of ﬁnding some
stolen property,” continu the man.
tb“ lIiiave you consulted with the police?” asked

e 0y.

“ I have not, and I 'don’t intend to,” was the

reply. '“I don’t want to make a hue and cry ‘-

over a few things that have but little intrinsic
value. I believe that a still hunt b one shrewd
person like yourself will acconiplis more than
a chase by half a dozen policemen. Shall I state
my case?’

“ If you want to,” responded" Felix, “but I
cannot promise beforehan to take it up.”

“ Got your hands full, eh ’5”

“Yes. Just now I have an important case.”

“I can make mine very important to you,”
the Jerseyman assured, quickly. “All the
money in the country is not on Manhattan Is]-
and. We have our share of the chink in
Jersey, and some of us are pretty well ﬁxed.
too ” and the man twisted his lips into a smile
an winked at Felix. ' '

“Go on' I will hear your story,”'and the
young she ower spoke decisively.

“I live With“ my mother, a widow 'ledy
near Morristown,” began Mr. Hedge. “Our
only hel has been a youn man named Ben-
' min loss, who attends to the horscsend
ooked after the ﬁres and so forth. (in the
night of the tenth, which is just two WEt ks ago,
a trunk was broken open in my mother’s rcom.
and, some very valuable articles taken cut.

   
got no eas case on my hands thisuulk-l h ~

 
was not at home that night, being in Trenton. '

’whither I was decoyed by a letter, which I am

sorry I- forgot to bring with me to the city.
My mother was drugged by the thief. who en-
tered at a window, and the robbery was com-

mitted. Our authorities failed to ﬁnd any cle‘w, '

but I have been a little more successful.
“ Two days ‘after the robbery our hand, Ben-

jamin Bless, disappeared suddenly, and I after-‘

ward learned that he wentio Morristown. and
bought a ticket for New York. I expect you
will say that it is notmuch use to hunt for one
man among near] two millions of people. I
admit that it 100 like foolishnesav'but that
man must be found. I discovered in Ins room
some pieces of paper which, when I had at
them together, turned out to be a letter w ch
he had ately received from a certain party
here. I have not the letter with me, but can
repeat it word for word. Do you want it?”
“ Go on,” said Felix.
“‘It ran thus,” continued Harris Hodge:
“ New Your June 7th. -—.
"Wh don’t you hurryu the job? The mark
is goodynOW. and the goo s will command a ﬁne
rice. The Broad street ‘nnd’ promises to return
lg results in a few days. The city butting over
the excitement. The cops and the detectives area!
the scent. Now hurry up your job. and bring,nlons
the goods. , Newest."

1 Felix Fox ave a slight start when the man
ﬁnished, but r. Hodge did not appear tonotioe
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Benjamin Bloss got several days before the rob- '
bery at our house,” he said. “There was 'o ~

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gold watch and some money in the trunk, but
they were not touched. The missing objects
consist of an old-fashioned gold locket, that con-
tained a miniature, and a packet of very im-
portant papers. These apers prove my mother’s
claim to a large estate in Scotland, which claim
is disputed by certain parties over there. I l)(‘-
lieve that those papers are ‘the goods’ spoken
of in the letter: but about the Broad street ﬁnd
mentioned, I know nothing, although I believe I
have read something about a. missing Broad
street broker called the Nabob.”

“There is such a peran missing,” said Felix,
“but I can’t connect his disappearance with the
robbery at your house.”

“ Nor I, only if the ‘ Broad street ﬁnd’ refers
to him, the person who planned our robbery
knows something about the case.”

“Mr. Hodge, you ought to be a detective!”
exclaimed Felix, with a smile.

“ I want to get away from New York as soon
as I can,” was the answer. “ Won’t on help
me a little with my case? Find out or me, if
you can, who this ‘ Noscgay’ is, and I’ll see that
you’re well paid. The letter was written in a
cramped hand, as if an old man handled the
pen. A man in Norristown said it looked like it
was written by a Jew.”

“ A Jew, and signed ‘Nosegay?’” ejaculated
Felix. '

“ Yes,” answered Hodge, with a smile.

The boy detective was silent for a minute,
during which time the eyes of the J erseyan
watched him narrowly.

“ I Will try to do something for you,” he said
at last. “ If you will come here to-morrow
night at seven, I will report.”

‘ That’s business!” cried Harris Hodge. “ You
shall never have cause to regret the assistance
you render me in this case. How much do you
want in advance?” And he thrust one hand
into his pantaloons pocket as if about to pro-
duce a pocketbook.

“ Not a cent,” said Felix. “ I don’t work
that way.”

“ Then I will increase the reward we have
offered for the stolen papers, which was two
hundred dollars. The man who pronounced the
writer of that letter a Jew says he can describe

eople by their writing. He savs that Benjamin
lilloss’s correspondent is an old Jew, who has the
look of an adroit rascal, and that he is crippled
in the hand that holds his pen. But there may
be hundreds of such people in this city. Give
‘ Nosegay ’ achase, anyhow. and I’ll be here to-
morr’ow night at seven, sharp, to hear your re-

ort.

“I’ll do my best. I always do that,” replied
Felix, with a smile, and the next moment he
had dismissed his visitor and was alone.

“ What luck fortune is this?” he exclaimed,
almost before arris Hodge had reached the
sidewalk below. ‘_‘ Here comes a man from New
Jersey, and in telling me about a. robbery in the
interior of that State, gives me what may be a
clew to the missing Nabob! Jehosaphat! this
is luck! The letter undoubtedly referred to
Mark Morey when it mentioned the Broad street
ﬁnd. That aﬁ’air has bafﬂed the police and the
detectives, and the excitement has cooled down
just as the letter says. And ‘Nosegay’ is said
to be an old Jew with a crippled hand. I know
such a person. and of all men in New York, he
is the one to engage in dark work. I don’t care
much about the missing locket and papers. I
want to get at the bottom of this Broad street
mystery, and I must not forget that I promlsed
Estelle Morey to get there.”

Felix remained in his room, and did not fol-
low Harris Hodge down upon the street.

There was a gleam akin to victory in the er-
seyan’s eyes, and his steps were quick and light
as he hurried aWaY-

Suddenly about two squares from Felix’s 13:5-
ings he was met by a man Whom he recogni 9
with a Laugh. ,

“ What luck, Harris?” asked this person of
the he ’s visitor. ,

“ I t ink I’ve put 111111 0n the trail,” was the
reply. “ He reports to me tomorrow night at
seven at his room.”

“ We will see about_ tho ,” Was the reply.
“ What kind of a lay did you give him i”

“ I told him about the robbery at our house
near Morristown, Jersey, that we had a band
who got a letter from New York signed e Now
gay," Winch letter an expert Says was Written
by a Jew With a crippled hand. I saw his eyes
leap when I gave h m that lay. And in order
to fasten the matter I repeated the letter .and
got into it a hint about the Nabob. _I did it
well, too, Larry I ﬁxed the whole thing up in
his room before he dropped in.”

“ He didn’t suspicion?

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“That I wasn’t Harris Hodge from Jersey?
Not a bit of it. For once the sharpest boy in
New York has been com letely hoodwinked.
\Ve’ll go down and post ll oses. He may drop
in yet to-night.”

The two men hurried along together.

In a little while they turned into Baxter
street, and ,found themselves among the Jewish
('li).‘hillg stores that for several squares line the
Western side of that thoroughfare.

The Jew shops of Baxter street open early
and close late; and the two men brought up
against more than one son of Abraham as they
ran the gantlet.

At last they dodged into one of the many
clothing shops, and passed to the back part of
the store before they accosted anybody.

“Vat is it, my fr’eiits!” said a Jew of about
sixty, who suddenly made his appearance as if
he had come up through the ﬂoor.

“Talk to him Harris,” said one of the men
in a whisper as he turned back. “You know
how to deal with this night-hawk.”

“See here, Moses; we’ve ot business for
you.” said Harris Hodge, looking sternly at the
old Jew. “Your store. may be visited yet to-
night by a boy who is looking after the gold
pigeon of Broad street.”

“ Veeping Rachel!” exclaimed the Jew, start-
ing back.

“ It will be worse than that if he gets on to
on,” said the man, who seemed to enjoy the
ew’s fright with an inward pleasure.

“ I vill shut my shop at once, an’ s’help me

gracious—”

“ You will leave this shop open!” interrupted
Harris Hodge, With an air of au.hority. “That
boy Will come likea customer perhaps;you may
even sell him asuit. You must get him into
your back-room and then you must touch the
button. Do on understand, Moses?"

“ Veu am .ter but rest? I sleep mit mine eyes
open everv night, um! I hear——”

“You’ll hear the click of a sheriff’s trap if
that boy succeeds!” hissed Hodge.

“ Who sends him here?” gasped the Jew.

“I do! A young woman put him on a .cer—
tain trail t0-_night. If he w1ns,'woe to us; if he
fails, we’re rich!”

CHAPTER III.

THE Jaw’s CUSTOMER.

THE eyes of Moses Meek, the Jew, seemed
about to start from his head when Harris Hodge
turned on his heel and walked toward the front
of the store Where his companions awaited him.

“ Look a-here, my fr’ent. T’ink uf my vife
an’ childrent,” said Moses, following the stern
man up, llleﬂCO as white as his future shroud.
“ Can’t ve git along mitout touchin’ der button
on dat poy?”

“ Try it if you want to,” said Hodge, coldly,
over his sho‘uldel‘. and then he turned full upon
the Jew. If you want to feel a rope tighten
under your 0111“. try it, I say. Just let that
ycupg spotter alone and enjoy the consequen-
ces.

“ Spotter, eh?” ejaculated Moses.

“That’s What I said, if my memory serves me
Well ” was the reply.

“ Yen vill he come?”

“ He’s liable to drop in at any minute. You’ll
have to keep a Sharp lookout, for there’s no tell-
ing how or when he’ll come. Now, sir, do your
duty, and Moses Meek will continue to serve
Mammon and the devil on Baxter street.”

_A moment later Hodge joined his Companion,
With a chuckle. and the detestable pair of ﬁrst-
class villains walked from the shop.

“_I vish I_ could plot out der day I got ac-
‘ uainted mit dose men,” murmured the Jew.

Vee ing Rachel! but dey trifs me more trouble
den al mine busmess. Dey hat got dere thumbs
on me an  moost do dere bidding. Father
gigabng is dere no vay for Moses Meek to

The Baxter street Jew “out to the rear of the
Store room and Opened a doc.“ which led into a
Small r90111 not over seven feet square. It was
dimly 11 hted by a lamp that occupied one of
many 5 elves ﬁlled With valises, o] clothes
and unsalable 890d5 013 many descripti us. The
dust of months. if not of years, lay thick upon
themand moths had corrupted all that was cor—
rupti 8- I

A thorough _mventory of that little room at
the time Of WINCH we write would have revealed
some odd articles. for at the back of a number
of shelves Were goods for which detectives and
pflice had looked everywhere save in the right
p ace. _

Moses Meek mlgh do a legitimate business as
a clothier, but he had taken into his store goods

 
that Were not his own, and some articles for
which blood had been shed.

The old Jew on the night in question shut the
door of his treasure-room softly yet ti htly be-
hind him, and took down the lamp. oving to—
ward the further side of the apartment he ex-
amined a dark little object that looked like the
head of a large nail that had been driven into
the wall.

The examination seemed to satisfy him.

“ I but ter do it. If I don’t he says Ivill hear
dcr click of a sheriff’s trap, an’ my gracious! I
don’t vant ter hear dat. If der poiy succeeds
ve’ll be poor; if he fails, rich! As at is der
cae, he vill fail l”

The J ew spoke the last sentence in determined
tones as if the money consideration involved in
the affair had decided him, and it probably
had. ‘

He put the lamp on the shelf and went back
into the store-room. His family lived in the
rooms above the shop. and he could hear several
children romping overhead.

He walked to the front door, but Harris Hodge
and his companion had disappeared. Baxter
street had its usual gaslight pedestrians. and
Moses eyed the younger ones closely, for he was
watching for the boy who was expected to come
to the trap.

“ Hasn’t he ot around yet?" asked a voice so
near the Jew t at he started back as if a pair of
handcuffs had snapped at his wrists.

“ \Vho dere you mean, my fr’ent?” he asked,
and then he saw that he was confronth b Har—
ris Hodge, but minus the full black bear worn
by him during his visit to Felix Fox’s quarters.
“ Oh, ile it you? No, he has not come, an’ I
Wish ter gracious he’d git run over by a hack
or kilt some other vay before he comes.”

“ No such interference like that, Moses, my
J udean sera h,” laughed Hodge. “ The boy
may be a litt e slow, but he will come. I put a
suspicious lug in his car a while ago, and don’t
you forget it, Moses.”

“ I but en lookin’ at all der young snipes
vat ss, ut no poy come in yet.’

“ hen he comes you want to do your duty.
Remember! if he Wins, woe to us; if he fails,
we are rich.”

“ How rich?” asked Moses.

“Nearly as rich as we want to be.”

“ Rich enough ter puy der Prooklyn Fridge?”
grinned the Jew.

“ Blamed near it,” was the reply, and Hodge
looked serious as he spoke. “ he keeping of
that boy allows us to play the other big game
through. Moses, he is capable of taking 11 the
trail where the best s otters of New York have
quit disgusted, and 0 following it to the end.”

“ Dot poy?"

“Felix Fox, the Boy Shadowcr of New York,
the same Nemesis who hunted down your
friends, Silas Sharp and Darius Dodge, a few
months ago.”

The Baxter street sheeny rccoiled as if the
boy spotter in person had touched him.

“Den, py Heavens! I owe him von!” be ex—
claimed through close-shut teeth. “ Harris, my
fr’ent, go und hunt him up; ring him here an’
let Moses Meek avenge der ( eath uf his fr‘ents.
Vere is der young spotter now?”

“On his way here, I hope. But here is a cus- ‘

tomer.”

The Jew did not have many customers after
sundown, but as Harris Hodge spoke a man
stopped among the various articles of Wearing
a parel displayed on the sidewalk and commenc-
ed) to examine a pair of pantaloons.

Leaving Hodge. the Jew bounded toward the
man and fastened on him in an instant.

“Good evenink, my fr’ent,” smiled Moses.
“ Vas you looking for a nice hair of bants? Vat
you t’ink of dose, eh?” And the Jew lifted one
leg of the garment and held it admirineg before
the man’s vision. “Dose bants cost me eleven
tollar. I sell ’em to you for ﬁve an’ a halluf.
Stop in an’ I will wrap dose bants :(p for you.”

“What’s your stock inside?” ask the man,
glancing into the store, which was one mass of
cheap clothing. _

“ Der pest in der city!” exclaimed Moses,
catching the man’s arm and almost draggin
him forward. “ l kin ﬁt you out in a suit “03
enough ter can on der mayor in, an’ too cheap
to talk a ut.”

In cult?in moments Moses might have been
struck bv the willingness of this stranger to be
dragged~ into his store, but now he was so 9:-
cited over the prospects of a’ sale that he took
note of nothinglelse. _

“ A sucker as swum into Moses’s not euro
eno " said Harris Hodgle, ere he lided away
anduIeft the Jew to scale is catch the usual
manner.

 
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The Boy Shadow.

 
Moses did not see the rascal move off ; he saw
nothing but the sweeping proﬁts on a pair of
pants, if not on a whole suit.

The customer was a rson apparently about
thirtyrﬂve years old: is ﬁgure, which was
slightly above the usual hight, was Well built;
his breadth of shoulders indicated great strength,
his movements agility, and his eyes, which were
black, keenness and bravery.

He was not overly well dressed, and Moses
was ready to declare that he needed a whole
suit.

“Now, my fr’ent, here is clothes fit for der
gods ” exclaimed the Jew, waving his hand,
whic had one missing ﬁuﬂer, at the contents of
counters. and snclvcs. “I vill proceed ter sell
you a hair of bants or a suit vat. vill excite der
millionaires of Broad and Wall. Tako oil? dat
coat and try on dis. It stood me at dirty toliar.
May I die in my pcd tonight, if it didn’t! but
as it is you vot vants it, I vill lot it go, with
bants an’ vest, at eighteen, of I go to der hoor-
house to-morrow."

If the customer had not offered resistance,
Moses would have divested him of his coat in a
moment. ,

“ See here! I don’t repose to be stripped like
a convict!” ﬂashed tie man. " I didnt come
here to be crowded into a moth-nest.”

“ Moth, my fr’entl Weeping Rachel, my son
Isaac bought der goods and oxamined ’em before
day let der London house. Dis bootiful coat vas
made for you.” , _

“Moses Meek ” said the man, and his hand
fell upon the J’ew’s arm and tightened there.
“Who was that man in front of your store when
I came up?” '

The Baxter street clothier suddenly grew a
triﬂe er. V

“ at man?” he asked.

“You know! Wasn’t it Harris Hotspur for
the resent, Harris Hodge?” ’

“ rave of Joseph, no!” cried Moses. “ Dat
man keeps a grocery on Grand street.”

The customer langli'ed. and his dark eyes
 but the geam of, merriment soon
f

“That fellow was Harris Hots ur and you
know it,” he said, solemnly. “ oses, I want
to see you privatelya minute. Let’s go into

w your little room.”

“ I haf none. My store is my ofﬁce!”

“ Do- you want me to throw you through the
door of that little room which begins at t 0 end
of this?" was the retort. “I am one of these
men who are not to be triﬂed with. Will you
go pageably, Meses, or shall I take you to' the
room .

“ I’vill go,” said the Jew, meekly. ‘

The two men moved down the narrow aisle
between the counters, and although the stranger
released Moses’s arm, his eyes appeared, to look
him through. ' ’ ' - ’ ‘ . ' ‘
Moses feared the man, but allat once his eyes
ﬂashed“ if for joy.

Did hethink'of the button in the wall?

Without a word he led the way to the treas-
ure room and the two walked in.

“ Now, my fr’ent vat is it?” asked the Jew.

“ Sim ly this: 1’ want the hiding-place of
orey, the Broad street Nabob! I am a
man-hunter. I am Shrewd Simpson l”

A terrible c rose from the J ew’s lips; he
fairlv stagger to the wall. _ I

“ Keep our hands down!” said the unmasked
man, coo y. “ If you lift them to touch the

coroner a job!”

infamous button above your head, I’ll give the

, CHAPTER IV.
FELIX ON rm: TRAIL.

PIRBAPS the terriﬁed Jew wondered at this
moment why the man instead of the ho had
come. He had been told to look out_ for elix
Fox, and Harris Hodge had not said a.word
about this cool fellow who called himself
Shrewd Simpson. _

It was a confrontation totally unlocked for,
and Moses Meek seemed to have lost his breath
while he leaned in fright a must the wall.

Shrewd Simpson! He I heard the name
before, but he had never seen its owner.

was one of the most notorious “fences ”

who inhabited that quarter of the city, and it .

was his duty to keep posted on the police and
detectives, .but here was one who stood in his
treasured-com and a man who knew about the
button iii-the wall and about the mystery of the
Broad street broker. .
It wassome moments before the Jew found
tongue I tervthe viSitor’s last words. A .
“ Va do Iknow about .dot Broad street man
Noding! ‘pon my birthright,
I knows nodings apout him.

  
am only a poor

   
eester Simpson,

Jew vat sells clodings to keep his little family
from de boor-house, an’—”

“ I can’t stand here and listen to lies like
that ” interrupted Shrewd Simpson. “A poor
and honest Jew doesn’t have a fe110w like Harris
Hotspur about his establishment. I have never
failed on a trail. I have the dead wood on the
gang that worked the Broad street lay. Come,
Moses, play fair and save your neck.”

“I know nodings,” persisted Moses. “ I can
prove (py my vife Sarah dot I knows nodings
about ot Broad street anker. Sarah!”

He called his wife cfore Shrewd Sim son
could interfere. and the next moment t iere
were'feet on the stairs that led upward to the
little room.

The dctcetive’s countenance showed that he
did not want to be interfered with by a woman
just at that time, but he saw that it was one
of the unpreventable events, and he was forccd
to abide by it.

In a minute the little stair-door was burst
open, and a veritable giantess made her appear—
RDCC.

“ Sarah dot man says I know a out der Broad
street pan 'er vot is missing,” said oses instant-
ly appealing to his wife as he pointed at the de-
tective.

“ Do you ?” ﬂashed the'Jewess, and despite her
bulk, she cleared the two last steps at a single
bound and came toward Shrewd Simpson like a
springin tigress.

The ew York detective involuntarily. re-
coiled: there was something both dangerous and
ferocious about that woman.

“ Make him take dot pack, Sarah,” cried the
Jew. “ He would Send us all to der prison, or
der boor-house.”

“Keep off!” cried Simpson who had hacked
to the wall. “I didn’t expect to encounter a
pythoness but by the eternal! I will show no
mercy if I am touched.” °

He raised his hands in self-defense, but they
were knocked down by the fury that confronted
him, and the wife of Moses Meek was upon
him before he could throw her off.

“Dot ish right! Shoke der spy!” cried :the
Jew as he'bounde‘d to the woman’s assistance,
and between the twain transformed into per-
fect furies, Shrewd Simpson was ressed a must
the wall untﬂ he'Was ‘ready to lieve t t he
had walked into a den of lions.

He struggled with all his might, but the in-
furiated pair were too much for him.

“ Vat be an now, Sarah?” exclaimed the Jew
looking into t ﬂashinglges of his wife.

“ Nodings, Moses. bbe dish man pe’s
dead P’s ,/ '
“ Dead?”

A sudden pallor over-spread the Jew’s face.
Sarah the tigre‘ss took her clinched hands with
diﬂculty from Shrewd Simpson’s throat, and

0t 11 .
g Moses took the lamp from its shelf and held it
with trembling hand over the human body that
ﬁlled one corner of the room. '

“Feel his'pulse, Sarah?” he said in a whisper.

The women get down and placed her ﬁnger at
theldetective’s wrist.

“ ltis ‘dere yet, Moses, but ve feeble,” she
said locking up into the scared an anxious face
of her husban . '

“ Shall 've' revife him 2” .

“ And go to Sing Sing? No!” was the response
spoken without a second’s hesitation. “ He
knows too much. Go out and watch the store.”

“ Vot you do?” asked the Jew as he hesitated.

“ Go and watch the store!” repeated the won
man. “Vat if somepody comes in who pe’s on
dare lookout for Shrewd Simpson? Moses, py
der grave of Joseph, ve are in der shadow of
de gallows!”

That declaration was enough to start the
Jew, and a. moment later he was in the store-
room and among his motley array of goods.

Com ing himself as well as he could. he
walk to the fror’ of the room and halted at
the door. ‘

“Dot poy isn’t goin’ ter come. I don’t vant
him to drop in now,” he said to himself. “ Ven
he does come-—

Moses stopped suddenly, for a man had stopped
before him. .

This person was well dressed and sported a
short, full beard and green goggles.

_Moses seemed to. recognize him at once, for
his eyes gleaned with a strange light. ,

“_ here,” said the stranger in a whi r,
which could be heard several feet from w ere
the pair stood. “ I want to tell you that a.
shrewd boy called Felix Fox has taken the trail
of the Broad street mystery, and you have 'to

   
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game. If waw’hold out a few days longer

  
looksharp if yin/don’t want him to win the

look out for that ho
in this city.”

The speaker’s hand fell from the Jew's arm
and he was gone in a moment.

“I knows you, Meester Marxe,” ejaculated
Moses, following the retreating ﬁgure with his
eye. ‘_‘ You are Mark Morey’s bartner, an’ you

lays a pig game. Ven it ish all over I vill

ave a holdt on you, an’ may I never see Cheru—
salem, if I don’t pull der strings mighty
often!" /

Moses went back toward the little room and
at the same time a boy rose from behind a.
counter laden with goods and bounded into
the street!

“Can that really be Rogers Marxe, the Na—
boh’s partner?” exclaimed the boy. “ I met him
a short time ago with Estelle in her parlor. He
is playing a deep game as the old Jew says. and
I will ﬁnd out what becomes of him. Rogers
Marxe in beard and gog les! That‘is a new
transformation for the Na ob’s partner. but I’ll
bet my head that it means more deep devilment
than one can shake his ﬁnger at.”

The boy, as the reader can easily guess, was
Felix Fox, and he lost no time in spotting the
man who had just left the Jew’s shop.

we’ll get all we’re plagng for. Remember! I
y. e is the shrewdest fox- -

If he had known what was transpiring at that ‘

moment in a certain part of that building, he
mi ht not have followed the man in goggles
wit so much avidity.

He led Felix a long chase, for he did not stop
until he was in Broad street.

“He’s going to the ofﬁce,” said the be to
himself. ‘ I’m going to know what takes -
ers Marxe there this time of night.”

Sure enough, when the boy spotter came to a.
halt it was before a large building, between
two of the second-story windows of which a
little sign in gilt lettering bore the words:

“ MOREY & MARXE,
PRIVATE BROKERS.”

“ Just as I, expected I” exclaimed Felix, as the

man hem he had followed dodged into an.
open vhallway. “ If I am not mistaken, I am
gettin onto a claw that has bothered the best
of the ys.”
More 8: Marxe had their ofﬁce on the second
ﬂoor. The business which they carried cn there-
had been established by the Nabob’s father and
he, had left it to his son, who had increased the“
fame  riches of the house.

Rogers Marxe, the junior member, was.
shrewd in ﬁnancial matters, and cunning in all.
things. . It was said that he was the ace ted
suitor of Estelle, and that the wedding had 11
postponed by the mysterious disappearance of'

he abobo '

Be this as it may, the man was acting very
strangely for an honest rson. He won! have
started if he had seen elix Fox at his heels.

The boy did not enter the hallway until a
light, in one ofthe upper windows told him that
the brokers’ . . was occupiedr Then be en-
tered the building and' crept softly up the

ste

X: he knew exactly where to ﬁnd the ofﬁce
door he proceeded directl to it on tip-toe. It:
was he , as be ex to ﬁnd it. The boy
halted at the door, and glanced up at the tran-

som. _
“ I’ve got to see what is going on in there,”
he murmured. “ I did not follow you for noth-
ingvllogers MarXe.” .
1th a. boy like Felix there were no obsta-
cles that could not be overcome. .

He was the only perso in the dimly lighted .

corridor which was as 5 ill as death. He went-
to work at once.

By standing on his toes he could grrsp thee -

top of the door frame. and clutching it ﬁrmly,

he drew his body up until his eyes were above: '

the bottom of the transom. .

It was a stirring moment for the boy spy.

Almost at the same time a man came up the-
stairs a few yards away. He mastered step by
step with a stealthiness which showed that he
was heat on mischief. _ . v

Felix meanwhile was looking into the broker’s-

oﬂice by means of the transom. His bed was”

han ’ galong the door and the sharp geyof
the ﬁne was cutting’his fingers: but he had

rated his teeth in a resolve to stand it out. so: ‘
Intent was he on the trail he thought he had >

struck. - .

He saw Roger Marxe stooping before a large
omen safe which he had  opened. The man
had discarded the  ,

Felix saw him take from the at. a
paperawhich be concealed in an inn

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pockdj’

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of his coat: then he shut the heavy steel door
and made the combination secure once more.

The eyes of the boy spotter gleamed with tri-
umph at. this discovery; he was ready to let his
hold slip and to drop back to the ﬂoor.

The gas-'et that burned all night in the corri-
dor showe Felix hanging along the door. It
revealed him to a man who came upon the scene
suddenly and without noise.

This night-prowler was in his stocking-feet.
He was well built and active as a. cat. His teeth
met suddenly as he came toward Felix like a
shadow gliding over the wall. His noiseless
strides were panther-leaps.

All at once one of his hands darted at the boy
clinging to the door-frame, and the next half—
seeond Felix was in his clutches.

A low cry rose from the boy’s lips; it was a
cry he could not help. The man jerked him
down, but he did not have to. The sinking
clutch had loosened Felix’s hands.

“ Here, captain, in there!” said the spotter’s
Captor, striking the door with one. hand, and
then for the ﬁrst time Felix saw the fellow’s
face.

It was one he did not recognize, but the eyes
looked familiar perhaps in their ferociousness
onl .

AV moment after the knock somebody on the
iraside came toward the door, and the lock click-
 .

Felix crossed the threshold in the clutches of
his captor, the door shut behind him with the
musical snap of a spring catch.

“This night-weasel was hanging along the
door,” said the man, addressing Roger Marxe,
“who had donned the green goggles again. “ If

ou don’t know him, I do. It is Felix Fox, the

(BF Shadower of New York.”

he broker uttered a cry.

“ There is danger whi 0 he lives,” the man
‘went on.

“ Then he must die!” said the Nabob’s partner.

 
CHAPTER V.
THE SECRET TUNNEL.

IT is the same night. The hour is half- ast
eleven o’clock, and the clothing shops a on
Baxter street greet the late passers b wit
closed doors; their queer owners, the oseses,
Abrahams and Solomons of Jewry have counted
the gains of the day and gone to 

Here and there an all-night drinking shop is
open, and the frengenters of that disreputable
quarter of New ork indulge in their late
amusements, cards and liquor.

The clock of a certain saloon known every-
where by the sententious name of “ J acob’s,” in-
dicates the exact time mentioned above, and a.
man comes in.

This person is not unknown to the port] in-
dividual behind the bar, for both nod slight y as
their eyes meet.

“ Jacob’s” is three doors from Mosst Meek’s,
and not far from an alley. Nobody can tell
how this saloon got sandvnched between two
clothing stores, but there it is as the police
know, and Jacob, the proprietor, sells beer,
while his neighbors Scll suits.

The man who came in at half-past eleven,
(vivalked through the saloon and left it by a back

oor.

He found himself ina small hall which was
very dimly lighted by a gas jct that smoked
the Wall. At one end of this hall was a closet,
which the man opened With a key which he
took from his pocket.

He entered the dark place and shut the door
behind him. It closed with a snap.

Stoopin‘; dowlh he f0und an iron ring in the
ﬂoor which he caught and twisted from left to
Fight, tho“ 11“ will“!l Upward and opened a trap.
If he had held a match in his hand, he might
have seen a flight ot steps, but he evidently
knew they were there.

A rmmiont later he descended into the dark-
ncss, letting the door down over him.

If he counted the steps, 110 must have found
that they numbered seven. When he reached
the bottom he stood on damp ground, and near
a wall which he. touched With his elbow.

“I don’t want any light to guide me,” said
this man. addressing himself in audible tones.
" I’ve been here before and I know just, where,
to go. There’s precious ch places I dnn’t know
in this city. big as it is, but I never come to this
one unless I’ve got work on my himdﬁ”

He movcd forward down a narrow Way Which
Was not wide 9110‘ gh to admit of tn'o persons
walking abreast. The width was not uniform
either, as if it, was a tunnel hastily constructed.

The man did not remain long in this subter-

 
The Boy Shadow.

5

 
ranean assageway, for he soon found another
ﬂight 0 steps, and, from the top one, knocked
a ainst a wooden covering.

n a little while a res 1130 came, and a tra
door was opened, revea in an old man, J ewis
in cast, holding a lam ) in is hand.

“ Py der ﬂeece of Gideon! Meester Harris, is
dot you?” was the sentence that greeted the man
underground.

“It is nobody else Moses,” he cried, emergin
from the place and shutting the tra ) himsel .
“ \Vhat has happened? You ook as i you had
seen your father’s ghost.”

“ S‘hclp me gracious, I vish I had seen him!”
said the Jew, who was our old friend Moses
Meek. “ Vare ish dot poyt”

“ Didn’t he come!"

“ No; but a man did.”

“Who was he?”

“ Meestcr Harris, you know dot man vat vas
lookin’ at dose bants vcn you vent avay?”

‘5 YOS.”

“ He vasn’t vat he represented. Dot mans,
Meester Harris,” and the Jew spoke very slow—
ly, “dot mans, I say, was worse dan dot poy.”

“ What!”

“ Dot vas Shrowd Simpson,”

Harris Hodge started back with an oath on
his lips.

“ Shrer Simpson, the independent detec-
tive!” ho exclaimed. “ See here, Moses, what
are you giving me?”

The old Jew raised his hand solemnly and re-
peated his declaration.

"What did he want?” asked the rascal.

“ Dot Broad street man.” '

“ The Nabob?”

‘( Yes.”

“ How on earth (lid Shrcwd Simpson ﬁnd this
trail?” ejaculated Harris Hodge.

“ He isli sharper than dot poy.”

“ Not sharper. llo can’t be that,” was the
reply, “ He has the faculty of stumbling onto
trails. “'here is he now? You did not let
him get away after he told you what he was
after?”

A smile stole over the sallow and oily face of
the J ew, and Harris Hodge saw his deep-set
{litltlle eyes twinkle in the light of the lamp he

0 .

“ Aha! I see that he did not get away!” con-
tinued Hodge, who knew how to read by ex-

ression.

“ that tolls 'ou this, Meester Hod e?”

“,Your eyes,’ laughed the man. 'Where is
he?’

The J enﬁwcnt to the stairway that led a
from the little apartment to which he had a -
mitted Harris Hodge and opened the door.

On the board he struck his bony knuckles, and
called “Sarah!” in a low voice.

The answer came in the appearance of a Wo-
man who Wclghed nearly three hundred pmindS,
and the .moment she caught sight of Hodge
her eyes lit up With the light of some infernal
triumph. _

“Dot womans is Worth her Weight in gold,”
said the J ow.

H“ By Jupiter! I’d like to have it,” grinned
odge.

“Had it not peen for her we Would all pe in
der Toomhs dlSh minute. Vecping Rachel! but
she went for dot Shl‘ewd Simpson vet come here
to ﬁnd dot Broad street pankel'!” .

By this time the big J ewcss was standing be-
fore Harris Hodge who almost felt like shrink-
ing from the savagei-y of her eyes.

“ Vare is dot WY, hey, Mecster Harris?” cried
Mrs. Meek leaning suddenly forward like a top-
pling pillar. ‘ e is vare he ﬁnds nodings.”

“I don’t doubt that if he came in contact
with you," smiled Harris Hodge, who knew
that in a contest of strength with the Amazon
ho VVnuld stand no show. “But Show me where
he is or tell me——-”

“ Git’ mo your lamp, Moses. I vill convince
Meester Hodge (lot Shrewd Simpson vill never
find dot gold king 0? Broad street”

“ He is (lead, thcn?”

The sentence seemed to lend the J ew’s check a
deathly pallor.

“ Dot is a sccl‘Ot VOt Sarah keeps,” he said.
“ She vill not tell me Vot she did mit dot man.
nor vill she let inc see him.”

l‘he Amazon lookcd at Hodge from behind the
lamp she carried and seemed to laugh with her
() 70$.

3“ Come,” she said turning toward 8. (MM that
led from the back part of the room, and givmg
her husband a look of authority she continued:
“ Stay vare you are, Moses, or go up to dcr
children.”

Hodge follow ed the woman from the room
and into a 1)!le budding which was a closed

 
structure almost destitute of anything like
furniture.

“ Moses mi ht have let that man go, but he
fell into my ands,” she said as she ave the
lamp to Hodge and bent over the bare oor.

The next moment the Jewess raised a door
which was so neatly ﬁxed in the ﬂoor that
Harris Hodge did not notice it.

“1} cellar?” exclaimed the man leaning for
war( .

“ A well!” said the Woman.

“Jupiter! is he down there?” and the city
villain turned upon the ’rinning mountain of
ﬂesh and almost recoiled i'om her gaze.

There was no need of a reply, but the. ilngcr
of the woman pointed downward, and Sho
laughed till her eyes seemed to dance under
their dark lashes.

“That's all,” said Hodge. “I don’t want to
know anythinir more. One thing I do know, and
that is that f never want to fall into your
clutches.”

The door fell back again, and the woman was
about to conduct the plotter into the store when
he touched her arm.

“ How is he V” he asked.

“ Safe. Ask me no more questions.”

“I must-one more. Does he show any signs
of weakening?”

t‘ \ ’7

“ Good l”

The two turned back into the little room,
which was quite dark until illiimined by the
lamp].I .

“ oses must he in the store; the door is open,
I see,” said Harris Hodge.

The door that led from the treasure—room into
the store-room proper stood wide open, an un-
usual circumstance.

If Hodge had looked at the J cwess at that mo~
ment he would have seen that she was startled.

She sprung across the room. lamp in hand, and
squeezed herself through the door.

A moment later a wild ejaculation rung in
Hodge’s ears. He bounded into the store-room.
The Amazon was bending over a man who lay
on the bare ﬂoor. It was Moses, the Jew.

All at once the darted at her husband, can ht
him up, and shook him as if she would jum le
his bones together. Life came back to the Jew
under such a terrible shaking, and his eyes
opened.

“He——ish-— one!” he rasped.

“Great G'Oi l” cried edge.

“ Holy Peter .” eXclaimed Mrs. Meek, and
dropping her husband upon the bare floor she
turned, ran into the little room, and rushed up-
stairs. ______‘

CHAPTER VI.
TWO BIRDS AT LARGE.

HARRIS Honda, or Hots )ur, by which name
he was known to the peop e. of his class, stood
spellbound over the prostrate Jew.

The giantess had disappeared, but he could
hear her mounting the steps with more than her
usual agility.

Suddenl he stooped and seized the Jew.

“ What ias happened?” he demanded, shaking
him vigorously. “ Who has escaped t—the
Nabob?”

There was no reply, for Mrs. Meek had let
Moses fall so unceremoniously that ho had re-
lapsed into unconsciousness, and Hodge in his
rage and disgust threw him upon a pile of cloth
ing.

Then he turned into the little room with the
intention of following the giantess, but when he
reached the stair he encountered her coming
down. ‘

“ It was not him,” she said, meeting Hodge’s
questioning look. “It was somebody else if he
saw anything at all."

Hmlge leoked and felt relieved.

“ Mcbe the person is concealed in the stOre,”
he said, after a moment’s reflection.

He walked into ihe store-rm m and lit the gas,
after which, revolver in hand, be searched every
nook between the treasure-room and the front
door. The search revealed no traces of any.
body, and he came back to the Amazon With a
sneer on his lips.

“He must have fainted at his shadow,” he
said with a glance at Moses. u ho was still un.
conscious on the heap of clothing. " if one n an
is in the Well and the other where he was, we

have nothing to fear.”

“ Bur, (1m; poy?” asked the JeweSs. anxiously.

“Oh, we’ll get him,” laughed edge. N a
may come ni-iiiOI'i'iixv. When Mi ses comes to
you will tell him to play the button without fail
when the young fox comes.”

“ If he dm‘sn‘t. I will,” was the re ly.

A minute afterward Harris Hodge was

new

 
6

 
The Boy Shadow.

 
threading the subterranean corridor which ex-
tended from “Jacob’s” to the Jew’s shop, and
in a little while he was sampling the heavy beer
usually sold at the saloon.

The hands of the clock now denoted a quarter
after twelve, and Hodge was about to leave the
saloon when a man came in whom be instantly
reco ized.

“ here have you been all night?” asked the
new-comer as he joined Hodge, and the two
passed to the sidewalk to ether.

“ In several places. ’ve just come from
the Bastile. Everything is right there now, but
We’ve had a narrow escape.”

“How?” asked Hodge’s companion.

“ Shrer Simpson got on the trail somehow
or other; he went to the Bastile and faced
Moses.”

“ I wish I had known that ten minutes ago.”

L‘ 

“ I saw Shrewd Simpson, then.”

“ I guess not,” said Harris Hodge, with a
laugh. “ I’d bet my head, Larry, that you saw
somebody else.”

“ What’s my eyes for?” cried Hodge’s companv
ion, with a show of resentment. “ Don’t I know
Shrer Sim )son when I see him? He can’t hood-
wink me wit any of his thousand~and-one dis-
guises. I saw him awhile ago and I know it.”

“ If we were at the Bastile I would convince
you to the contrary,” was Eodge’s answer. “ I

ad the pleasure of looking into that man-hunt-
er’s grave.”

“ Who ﬁxed him?”

“ The Jew’s wife.”

“ She told you so?”

“ Yes, and I have every reason to believe it.”

Larry looked puzzled for a moment.

“ Where did you see this man whom you took
1' or S'irewd Simpson?” asked Harris.

“ On Mulberry; he has been living there of
late, you know.”

“ I know the number, but you have been
deceived, Larry. The Amazon ﬁxed him be—
yond doubt.”

Larry shook his head; he was not willing to
admit that he had been mistaken. "

“ I’m going to convince myself before morn-
ing,” he said.

‘ B ' examining the well?”

“ Nb. I shall not invade the Bastile any more
to—night. This man, Shrewd Sim )SOll, is not as
shrewd as he pretends to be. e stumbles on
more clews than he ferrets out, and then he
tries to carry every thing with a high band. He
is a dangerous man, though.”

“ And Felix Fox’s friend,” said Hodge.

At mention of the boy spottcr’s name Larry
laughed and caught his pal’s arm.

“ Talk about narrow esca s, Harris,” he
said. “By the green ﬁelds of dam, we had one
to—niglit.”

“ We?”

“ The boss and I,” Larry went on.

“ Marxe?” asked Hodge lowering his voice.

“ I should remark. Think of catching the
most dangerous boy in New Ycrk hanging to
the door frame of the ofﬁce and looking at the
bess at work 0’ some. kind.”

“ Did you do that, Larry?” cried Harris.

“Didn’t I, though?” grinned the city tough.
“Didn’t I def! in boots and sneak u on him
when he thought was miles away? idn’t I
pounce upon the night weasel and land him be-
fore the boss before he knew what was up?”

“ Where is he now?” asked Hodge.

“ D’ye think he’s loose?” laughed Larry with a
devilish chuckle while his eyes assumed an ex-
pression of ferocious triumph. “ I’d sooner un-
chain a half-starved dog and walk oﬂ' with a

iece of meat in my pocket. You know that,
Harris.”

“ Of Course I do, Larry; but I’m anxious to
know what you did with the young ferret.
You and the boss had him in your power after
ion captured him, and of course you didn’t let

i

mgo?”

“ et your life we didn’t, Harris. The dis-
covery made the boss turn white, but when I
told him that it wouldn’t do to let the boy go he

t a little of his color back and said that he

(1 to die.” _

“ And he died, of course,” said Hodge, look-
ing at Larry.

here was no reply, but Larry took a cigar
from his pocket, and proceeded to light it.

“ I want this game played out as Seen as pos-
sible,” he said throwing the match away.
“Something is going to happen almighty soon
if the girl holds out much longer. I believe I’ll
visit her.”

“ You?” cried Hodge, stepping back and look—
ing in amazement at his pa .
- “ The indiVidual who addresses you,” was the

 
reply. “ I’ll call on her to—morrow at her house.
I can get myself up in a. style that’d deceive the
Prince of Tophet, and I reckon I’ve played some
shrewd side games in my time.”

“ But what will you do when you go to see the
girl Estelle?”

“I’ll convince her that the best thing she can
do is to marry Rogers Marxe ri ht away. I
will pretend that I’m a fortune-te ler or some—
thing of the sort. and before I leave she will be—
lieve that when she is the wife of Marxe, the
Nabob will turn up safe and sound.”

“You can’t cram any such stuff into her head.
That girl is educated and reﬁned, and takes no
stock in the black art.”

“ There is right where you’re wrong!” ex-
claimed Lari'y. “She has consulted three as-
trologists since the Nabob’s disappearance.”

“ And they told her—what?”

“I don’t know all, but I know just what to
tell her. I’m on the inside you see, Harris, and
I will play a hand to-morrow that’ll end this
little game of ours within a week.”

“ You can try it, but I wouldn’t," said Hodge,
with a shake of the head. “ At what hour will
you )lay the hand?” .

“ bout tcn to—morrow forenoon. Just loaf
about the, Nabob’s residence and ee the renown—
ed Persian astrologer N czzur-A den make his
appearance.”

“ You don’t know Persian?” cried Hodge, with
a laugh.

“I don’t have to, to her. You see I am an
Englishman who has been astrologer to his
Majesty, the Shah at Tcheran. I’ve played
this role before, Harris, and always with suc-
CCSs.” v

“ Does the boss know of this?”

“ No. It’s a play entirely In own. You
know that if the girl becomes Mi's. Marxe, we
get the whole amount; if she does not, we get a
smaller sum.”

“And quarters in, Sing Sing, eh, Larry?”

“ Rooms in Hades, first!” grated Hodge’spard.
“We have him in our clutches, and we can
work a new game and an almighty big one, if
he gets smart on our hands. 'This is the crisis of
the play, Harris. When such fellows like
Shrer Simpson and Felix Fox get on the trail
of the missing Nabob, it is time for us to make a
ten strike.”

“That is true.
bOss'.’”

“ At the office.”

The two men walked from the spot where
they had conversed in low tones and a square
awa they separated for the night.

“ ’ll be around when the Persian makes his
appearance to-morrow ” said Hodge. “ You
can play that trick, if you want to, but I
wouldn’t.”

“ N 0, you can’t. old fellow!” was the answer,
and the two villains parted.

Harris Hodge turned away with some inco-
herent sentences on his lips and hurried down-
town.

“ I’m oing to draw on my banker,” he said
to hinise f, a little further on. “ It is pretty
late, I know, but I’ve got to have the chink.”

It was past one o’clock when he reached the
building that contained the oﬂice of Morey &
Marxe.

“I am not too late,” he exclaimed, seeing a
light in two windows on the second ﬂoor.
“ Something important keeps the boss 11 .”

Harris Hodge mounted the steps and 'nocked
lightly on the ofﬁce door; the next instant he
heard a step approach it.

When the deer opened he saw the face of the
Nahob’s partner, who started on seeing him.

Hodge glided into the elegantly-furnished room
without an invitation; he saw at a glance that
Marxe was about to quit the ofﬁce when he ap—
peared.

“ Well, sir, what is it?” said the partner in no
good humor.

“ I want a thousand," said Hodge coolly.

Rogers Marxe started and his jaWS met.

“ I’ve got to have it,” continued the city des-
perado.

“ You know the agreement——” began Marxe.

“Can’t helpl the agreement,” was the inter-
ruption, and t en the villain leaned forward and
continued: “ I want a thousand right away, and
you know better than to refuse me!”

Rogers Marxe hit his lips, but got up and went
to the safe.

Where did you leave the

 
CHAPTER VII.
HODGE GETS THE THOUSAND.

THE gleaming eyes of Harris Hodge followed
the broker eagerly.
They saw him stoop and work the combina-

 
tion, and when the heavy door was pulled open,
he noticed that the safe was almost large enough
to hold a man.

Perhaps it was the reputed wealth of the house
of Morey & Marxe that lent an additional light
to the city desperado's eyes; he leaned forward
in his eagerness.

“ There isn‘t an available thousand here,” said
Rogers Marxe after he had pulled out several
small iron draws.

“ I want it all the same,” said Hodge. “ I’m
not going away from here till 1 have it, or—”

He stopped suddenly, for Marxe was looking
over his shoulder at him.

“ How were you oing to ﬁnish that sentence?”
said the broker wit a show of resistance which
was only superﬁcial.

“ Do you really want to know, Mr. Marxe:
I’m not going away from here without that
money. There!”

“ But there isn’t a thousand in the safe.”

“ Let me look,” said Hodge leaving the chair.

Rogers Marxe moved toward the money-chest

alllld laid his hand on the door as if to swing it
s ut.
“ Let that door he!” thundered Hod e, sud—
denly displaying a revolver. “ If you s ut it.
by heavens! I’ll spatter it with your hrainsl
Now! I want a thousand. I must have it.”

“After a few days you’ll want more.”

“ If I do I know Where to get it,” grinned the-
thug. “ Let me inform you, Rogers Marxe,
that you are in my power now. and you will have
to pony up whenever I get ﬂat. It mayn’t be a
pleasant reﬂection for you, but it is terribly true
nevertheless.”

“ Terribl true” it was, and the broker never
realized be ore what it was to be wholly in the
clutches of a man like Harris Hodge.

“Pla fair, be square, and you will ﬁnd me-
no har fellow to get along with,” Hodge went
on. “ I’ve got to have this money now. I will
not say that I may not need more before long-
I make no promises. You will have plenty at

our command in a few days. When the girl
)CCOIIICS your wife on will have more money
than you need. ’h'at’s a thousand to you
now ?”

The speaker’s eyes moved to the safe when he
ceased. They told Marxe that he would talk no
more, and that nothing would satisfy him but
the amount already named. '

“ The game may fail,” said the broker.

.“The money ﬁrst, talk afterward,” was the
answer.

Rogers Marxe turned to the safe and counted-
out one thousand dollars in blllS which he handed
to Hodge, who examined them rapidly and
transferred the whole to his pocket.

“ The game cannot fail.” said the blackmailer.
“I understand that the Nabob shows signs of
weakening. Estelle must become your wife in»
side of a week. She will do so if she understands
that the Nabob’s Safety, nay his life. depends on
it. Are you discouraged, arxe?”

“ Nothing discourages me, but I don’t like the
situation. Already a boy has struck the trail.
There is no telling to how many people he con--
ﬁded his discovery.”

“ He tells nobody,” said Hodge conﬁdently.
“Felix Fox keeps his own secrets, but I under-~
stand that he will never look through another
transom.”

The Nabob‘s partner started.

“ It was a good thing that Larry caught him
in the act,” the rough went on. “ I‘d give a ten
to know how that boy struck the trail. Did he
whine, Marxe?”

“ Not once,” said the broker. “ H6 faced us
with the mien of a lion. For a boy of his age.
he is remarkable.” _ .

“ Larry didn’t give him much rope, I 811p-

ose?”

“ I don’t know.”

“What! didn’t he ﬁx him on the spur of the
moment?” exclaimed Hodge.

“ No. He. took the boy off with him.
not seen the pair since.”

“ But you feel assured that he will trouble us
no more?”

“ Larry told me that he would not.”

“That settles it, but I would have thought
that he would have ﬁxed him here.” .

Rogers Marxe glanced down at the rich carpet
that covered the ﬂoor of the ofﬁce.

“ I see; blood on the carpet tells a story,” said
Hodge. with a smile. “ Larry did the best thing
after all, I guess. He knows how to play many
shrewd games. He is gomg to play one to-mor~
row.

“What is that?” asked Marxe, mechanically.

“ Why, don’t you know? He is gomg to play
the Persian astrologer, and the girl is to be told-
by the stars that if she don’t become Mrs. Marxe

I have

 
that the Nabob will come home ready for the
fine mausoleum he had erected in Greenwood.”
Rogers Marxe paled suddenly and started for-
ward with a wild exclamation.
“ Is he going to face Estelle?” he cried.
“Larry cannot impersonate a Persian astrolo-

ger. My God! does he want to spoil the whole
game?”

“ Not by a long dive,” laughed Hodge.
“Larry has too big an interest in the game it-
self to do anything like that.”

“ He must not try it,” said Marxe. like a
scared man. “ You will see him before to-mor-
row?”

“I don't think I will."

“ He must be seen! that at this f o« )l 1in
idea into his head? The girl— stelle—will sus—
picion something the moment he tells. her the
pretended message of the stars. She Will accuse
me of being in Collusion with the astrologer.
He shall not play that hand.”

“ You‘ll have to see him and reason him out
of the play, then.”

“ Where will I ﬁnd him?”

“ That’s hard to tell.”

“ What places does he frequent?"

“ Oh, he has a dozen favorite loafing places.”

Rogers Marxo took out his watch and gave it
a g auce.

“ Where does Larry board '1” he asked Hodge.

“ When he wants a bed he goes to Papa Pick-
lock’s.”

“ Where is that?”

“Mulberry, near Grand. Several of the boys
have rooms there. A little red light hangs over
the door.”

Marxe got up with a countenance which
showed that he had determined to seek the place
mentioned by Harris Hodge.

“ You ma ﬁnd Larr there and you may not,”
said Hodge Iooking at um.

“I will try. He must not try this game of
his. It is dangerous. A shrewd man would see
it.”
“ You and Larry for it,” was the retort. “ I
wouldn’t be afraid to trust him.”

There was no answer for Marxe was anxious
to quit the ofﬁce.

Three minutes later two men emerged from
the building and walked off together.

The street was almost entirely deserted, and
the two men walked a square before they met
an one, and then it was a night watchman who
di not notice them.

Already Rogers Marxe had again donned the
false beard and green goggles and no longer
looked like himself. The addition of these
articles had so altered his personal appearance
that the most lynx-eyed man-hunter would have
been puzzled. _ ~

Harris Hodge went with him a number of
s uares and then bade him when for the present.

arxe made the thug promise before parting
that if he saw Larry he would send him to the
Broad street ofﬁce early after daylight; but
when Hodge walked away he looked back and
chuckled after the vanishing ﬁgure of the
broker. _

“In the net for as long as we Wish to hold
you, and by George! that Will Do While you’ve
got a. dollar, Rogers Marxc!” he exclaimed.
“ The sooner you marry the girl the sooner We’ll
have a new bank to draw from. I’m Willing for
Larry to play his game to—morrow, for I am
convinced that he will not; blunder. He’s never
blundered yet. As for the Nabob, we can work
a new lay there. Whoopcel Larry and I Will
be able to go on Wall street if we keep on a
while longer. I could go there with a thousand
to-morrow. They talk about pinching times. I
can’t see how they can be that when a thousand
is to be had for the asking. There’s nothing
backward about me when I want to re lenish
my pocket.” {hid lb“ CITY tough walkct down
the street laughing“ 0"er the game he had played
successfully. _

As for Rogers Marxe. secure in his disguise as
he thou ht, he struck Mulberry street as soon
as pos'si 19, and burned up the West side eager
to reach and on the lOOl<0ut for the place called
Pa 3. Picklock’s. I ,

he name with no additional explanation by
Harris Hodge, was enough to tel the broker
that it was no honest place, and he was well
enough acquainted with that part of the city to
know that its locality was demdedly against
it.

The long journey in the loneliness of the anm.
da light hour Came to an end at last, and Mai-x0
found himself in front of a rather rough looking
threestory frame building over the hall door of
which hung a lamp with a red globe on which
was visible the number of the place.

This was Papa Pieklocli’s.

 
The Boy Shadow.

7

 
Marxe saw nobody near, and as the hall door
stood ajar he stepped forward and pushed it
open.

The steps Were furnished with very worn mat-
ting and the man thought he made an unusual
noise as he ascended.

On the floor above he found a small room
which had an ofﬁce-like, ap )earancc. It had a
short counter at one end, three or four chairs
and a broken settce. There was an odor of to-
bacco-sinokc in the room.

“ TWo months ago I wouldn‘t have come here
for the world, but now I have to,” said Marxe
to himself.

He moved forward to the counter over which
burned a gas jet dimly, and saw behind it a fat
man with a ﬂorid face, asleep in a chair. This
personage must be Papa I’icklock, thought the
broker.

He had come there to ﬁnd Larry, and he would
have, to awaken the. sleeper.

As he leaned forward to do this he heard a
step behind him. Of course he turned.

“ Don‘t disturb that man,” said the person
whom be confronted. “I want to see you on
private business, llogers Marxe. That beard
and those goggles become you Well.”

The Broad street broker rccoilcd with a cry;
his senses seemed to swim.

 
CHAPTER VIII.
Tim ENTRAPPED FOX.

IN the mean time, what had become of Felix
Fox?

The reader will recollect that we left the boy
spotter in the private otIicc of Morey 8: Marxe,
and in the hands of tho Nabob‘s partner and the
man who had caught him looking over the tranv
som.

“'0 have heard Rogers M arxe tcll Harris
Hodge that this man had taken the ho away,
and that he (Marxe) knew nothing about his
fa l'c.

IVith Felix at large, the game beingplaycd by
the conspirators could not succeed; the boy
threatened to prove too shrewd for the whole
gang.

He exhibited no signs of fear when he sudden-
lv 1? mad himself con fronted by Rogers Marxe and
his confederate. Larry, and he did not tremble
\\ hen the broker’s lips pronounch his doom.

" I guess you’d better make certain of me for
personal satety.” Felix said, looking at Marxe.
“This is a Cool, shrewd game you fellows are
playing; it has bafﬂed the cops and the ferrets
for nearly a month. A mighty big game, I call
it, Mr. Marxe. And the stakes are worth play-
ing for, too.”

The broker glared at the boy, who was ﬁerce-
ly eyed by Larry, whose ﬁngers touched the
butt of a rcVolV'cI‘.

“ Mebbe you‘d like to know when I got onto
your scheme?” continued Felix. “ It wasn‘t
very long arm, but I saw something when I was
at Estellc’s house. Rogers Marxe, you know
where the missing Nabobis; his disappearance
is your scheme. and the plot was carried out by
your assistants. That man is one of them,”
and he, looked at Larry. “ I know him. There
are precious few of the New York thugs whom I
don‘t know, and Larry Lolan is an old acquaint—
ance of mine.”

The brolu‘l‘l‘i “(Tomi lice frowned and let slip
an oath. “ 'Wlmt’s the use 0’ prolonging this in-
terview?” he said.

“ None at all." l'cplied Marxe.

Larry’s 1””“1 ('l‘H't‘l on the boy’s shoulder.

“ Conic," he said almost lifting him from the
chair in which he hcd seated him. “You need
not think that you’re goin’ toget away. This
is one o’ the traps from which there is no es-
cape.”

‘ Make it certain," said Mni‘Xe‘s eyes as plain-
ly as if his lips had spoken.

Larry understood the look and nodded.

Felix Fox went from the Ofﬁce, and down the
stairs, with Larry Lolan at his side. One hand
of the city dcsperado held his wrist as if it was
in the grip of a vise, and his eyes watched the
boy spotter with the intensity of the hawk.

There. was no jerking from that gri ), and no-
body kncw it better than Felix hiinscll'.

“ I wonder where he is going to take me?”
murmured Felix, as he was led along the desert-
ed sidewalk. “A man like Larry may have a
dozen SN'I‘Ct P151008 besides Papa Picklock’s
where he sometimes lodges. They caught me. in
a trap of my own making to-night. I wasn’t
expecting Larry *0 appear on the scene when he
(lid. I saw only Rogers Marxe and the business
he was transacting in the ofﬁce. This is the
tightest place I have ever been in, and it be-
hooves me to play the best band I ever played.

 
I promised Estelle that I would solve the mys-
tery of the Nabob, but this doesn’t look like
ﬂattering success.”

Larry soon got out of Broad street with his
prisoner, crossed Broadway into Greenvnch, up
which he walked to Cedar.

All this territory was known to Felix; he had
explored it a hundred times.

“ I am going toward the, river.” he said to
himself. “ Larry has his mind on a place where
he expects to end the career of Felix Fox, but
we will see how he succeeds.”

The actions of the man who had Felix told
that he was confident of the outcome of the
rauie he was playing. Whenever he looked
( own at the boy his eyes grew full of triumph.

He kept on toward the river until only a lit—
tle distance intervened between him and the
dock. All at once he turned into an alley,
walked down it some distance, stopped and in-
serted a key into a lOck.

“ We have stopped at last,” muttered Felix,
glancing up at the outlines of the. building be-
fore him. “I don’t know this place, but it is
one of Larry‘s retreats.”

By this time the. desperado had opened a door,
closed and locked it again.

All was dark about the boy spotter: he could
not tell to what kind of a place he had been
brought.

Larry, however, found a stairway despite the
gloom and the two ascended. Fclix mechani-
cally counted the steps; there were sixteen.

The stair led them to another darkened room
and to another ﬂightof thirteen steps. The he
knew that he was on the third ﬂoor of a buil -
ing when he was stopped.

Larry leaned away and struck a match on the
wall. As the blaze ﬂashed up Felix saw a small
room with two chairs, a couch and one window,
which was protected by a network of iron bars.

“You know what the orders are,” said Larry,
Speaking for the. first time since lcnving Rogers
Marxe. “ I have been plach ug’in’ before. but
never by you, I think.”

“ That is true,” suid Felix. “ There was a
time when I had you foul for a crime that
Would have landed you in Sing Sing, but I let
you go,”

The villain st rtcd and laughed somewhat de-
i'ischly as he leaned forward.

“ 1 see. You are playing your game now,” he
said hmking into Fclix’s face.

“ I am not.” said the boy, fearlessly.
tell 'ou when, if you like.”

(‘ ‘Yell?”

“It was for the ()‘Ilagau diamond robbery.
I had on for that, there was no mistake. The
night )cfore I was going to effect your arrcst
you crossed the Cortlandt street ferry. A young
girl accidentally fell between the boat and the
wharf. You happened to be standing ncar by
and you saved her life at the risk of losing our
own. It was a brave act, Larry Lolan. saw
it all, but that didn’t clear you of the crime for
which I had run you down, but it did save you
from Sing Sing.”

“ How ?” asked the city rough incchnnicaliy.

“ I hadn’t the heart to deliver on ever to the
authorities after that,” said Fc ix. “although,
if I had done it, I Wouldn’t be here now.”

“ That‘s a pretty story an’ there maybe sou‘e-
thing in it.” the creek laughed. “ You WM‘U
very clever not to send me up after that. You
don’t know what I did after saved the girl.”

“ No.”

“ I picked her pocket.”

A ﬂash of indignation lit up the boy’s cycs.

“How much had she?”

“ ()my a few dollars.”

“That beats all the mean tricks I ever heard
of l” ex< laimcd Felix.

“ It was probably all the, money the girl had
in the world.”

“1 think it was,” said Larry heart lessly.

“ I wish I had seen that act at the time!" the
boy went on. “It would have i'ivctcd on 3"“
certain chains I had already forged. When the
girl thanked you for saving her life her pocket
had been picked.”

“ I guess that’s about the size of it,” grinned
Larry Lolmi. “ But that doesn‘t break the
force of our game ag‘in’ you. You have tracked
us in a new game, and we can’t afford to let you

O ”

g “You and Rogers Marxe, you mean!” said
the boy,

“ No difference to whom I refer,” was the nu-
swer. “ I have fetched you to one of the com-
pletest man-traps in New York. The ﬂoor he-
neath your feet is so shrewdly adjusted that at
any moment you are liable to fall sixty feet—t0
certain death, of course! I hai'e (,Irdoj't', you
know, to put you out of the way. X on an

“ I can

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The Boy Shadow.

 
ruinous to a certain scheme while you remain at
large.”

"You mean the mystery of Mark Morey!”
cried Felix. “ 1 have found a clew to the mis-
sing Nabob and you know it. The man is not
dead. He is detained for a certain purpose in a
certain place in this city. Larry Lolan, you
are in the employ of the man who is to be benc-
ﬁted most by the infamous plot that has been
foi'iiied against the Broad street Nabob.”

'* What is th1t man to you?” hissed the
crook.

“ Personally nothin ," said Felix. “ I have
never spoken to Mark Iorey in in life.”

“But you have seen the gii'll— 'stelle sent for

ﬂu?”

y “ Yes, she invited mo to her home. I went,
of course. She put the mysterious case. into my
hands, and I promised her to find the Kabob,”

“ Do you think you will!" grinned Larry,
leaning 1 crward Sill i( lcnly.

“ I will.” i

The man laughed outright.

“I am going to have a say in that!“ he ex—
claimed. “ I don’t think you’ll interfere in the
hand I am playing. It is a bigger game than
the O’liagaii diamond play was, Have you dis‘
covered that 1 he N abob is not Estelle’s father?”

“I never thought of that, but she loves him,
all the same.”

“ Loves him dearly, I should say,” continued
Larry. “ She has a lover who is in Europe just
nuvv-H

“ And a man of whom she thinks more than
she does of Rogers Marxe, the Nabob’s partner,”
said the boy plotter, "' And yet this man Marxe
expects to make her his Wife."

“ Which he Will do!” the crook said, shutting
his lips hard behind the declaration. “ You
haven t broken the shell of this big game, Felix.
It is the shrewdest one ever gotten up in Goth-
amfthere’s millions in it. But, never mind. I
am oing to leave you here. I am not afraid to
do t is. for I know that Larry Lolan is to be
tracked no more by the young,r Fox. of the Bow-
erv.”

The man ste ped back with his eyes fastened
on Felix, ant the boy detective saw, deep in
their merciless depths, the gleam of a tiger‘s
triumph.

“This isn’t a big room, but it does the work
always,” Larry went on, glancing around the
a artment. “ The loudest cry gets no further
t mm the walls. A gun might be ﬁred here and
nobody outside would hear it. Good-by, Felix.”

The speaker had locked the door; his left hand
was behind him.

All at once he touched an unseen spring, and
the door opened. The next moment the young
spotter was alone. '

For several minutes Felix stood where Larry
had left him, then he went to the iron-barred
window and looked out. At ﬁrst all was dark to
him, but he presently saw the thousand and one
street lamps below iiin; he was far above the
pavement. ,

All at once the floor seemed to give. way be-
neath his feet! Felix clutched the bars of the
window and clung there tenaciously.

“ Larry, the thug, was right!” he thought.
“ I am in a death-trap.”

Then he put his feet down; they touched noth-
In". We looked downward. but all was dark.

The floor had disappeared!

CHAPTER 1X.
FELIx IN LUCK.

FELIX thought rapidly in that awful moment.

“If I let go I am doomed. I shall drop into
a. pit, and never see a trail again. I will hang
here while life lasts.”

Thus the boy spotter spoke while he clung to
the iron bars of the window, his whole weight
on the irons, which threatened to cut his lingers
to the bone.

The room about him was new dark, the gas
which Larry Lolan had lighted seemed to have
been extingui.~.hcd when the ﬂoor dropped; an
atmosphere with an unpleasant odor came up
from below.

Summoning all his strength, Felix drew his
body up and climbed to the window-sill, where
by grasping the top bars he rested tolerany
well, and there he clung and caught his breath.

For ten minutes affairs reiiiziiiicd in this con-
dition, and then a peculiar noio told Felix that
the ﬂoor was coming back to its place. At last
it seemed to be permanently ﬁxer .

Felix could not remain on the narrow sill.
His position ke t him in constant pain. He
feared to trust the ﬂoor, which worked by some
unseen machinery and was a trap, still he could
not sta where he was.

°‘ If arry thinks me at the bottom of his pit,

 
I can go down,” he said; “ but if he discovers
that I am not there, he may spring the trap
again.”

Felix left the window-sill and lowered himself
cautiously to the floor. He pressed the boards
ﬁrmly, yet with caution, but found them appar-
ent] ' solid.

W hen he left the window he drew off his shoes
and gro ied his way to the couch. It was still

a terrib o moment for the boy spotter, for he'

could not tell when the ﬂoor might open again.

"I must get out of hcrc,” was his constant
thought and frequent exclamation. “This un-
certainty is as bad as death itself.”

But the uestion always recurring was how
was he to c cct his escape?

Ncrved to the utmost, Felix began to search
for the door by which Larry had left the room.
It did not take him long to find it, but, when
fcund, it was locked,

After awhile the boy detective struck a match
and began to scanlt the i'ooiii, with the light
shaded by his hands. The stillness of death
scemcd to have taken possession of the house;
his stockiiigged feet made no noise as he glided
over the ﬂoor. ,

“TLis floor was put in motion hyaspring
soiiiewhero in the house,” said Felix. “It is
Larry’s work, and as I am still alive, I sup-
1)!)50 he considers me dead at the bottom of
the pit.”

This was exactly the case.

If he could havo followed Larry Lolan when
he left the room, he Would have seen him de-
seenil the stairs to a small apartment that was
pretty well furnished.

“ I’ve got the rat where I’ve long wanted
him,” ejaculated Rogers Marxe’s tool. “ I
always siizti:ir-ioiic(l that he was one of those who
trailed me for tire O’Hagan diamond Work, I
know it now. By his own confession he had me
run down when saved and plucked that girl
at the ferry. He struck a trail to—niglit at the
otllce that would soon end our game if we let
him follow it up. But the rat dies for his
snieilin’ qualities. The sharpest boy in New
York will now take a downward plunge.”

Larry spoke the last words through clinched
teeth, and walked across the room.

He ran his hand up the wall until it touched
an object about as large as a door-knob. The
next moment be disclosed a lid by touching a
spring, and his ﬁngers found the end of a cord
in the wooden box.

“ Now. good-by, Felix Fox!” continued Larr
jerking the cord which had a knob at the en .
“ You have reached the end of the Nabob's
trail.”

For several moments afterward Larry stood
motionless with one ear pressed againt the wall.
He seemed to be listening for certain sounds be-
yond the room he occupied.

All this time he held the cord he had jerked.

“I guess that did the busines:~‘,”he said at
last, and then he pulled on the cord steadily for
a moment and heard a noise that seemed to
satisfy hliii.

Before Larry left the room, he opened a con-
cealed sideboard in the wall and took a drink
from a bottle which he found on its shelf.

“ I’ll go to Jacob’s and ﬁnd Harris,” he said,
and the minute he had locked the house behind
him he was hurrying away.

lVe now know why Felix Fox was not molested
after the replacement of the ﬂoor of his mom.
Larry Lolaii, the city crook, did not dream that
his trap had failed. If he thought of the boy
spotter while he walked from the house, it was
as a dead body in darkness, and where the
:~harpest detectives of Gotham would never ﬁnd
him.

As for Felix, he grew bolder as the moments
waned and the floor remained immovable. He
found the gas-burner that protruded from the
wall, and Vcntured to light it. This showed
him the whole interior of the man—trap, the
door, the place where the ﬂoor divided, every-
thing.

While the door resisted all his efforts to open
it, Felix could discover no keyhole, which con-
vinced him that it opened when a setret spring
was touched. He had noticed that it had opened
for Larry when his back was turned toward it;
this indicated the presence of a spring.

The boySpottei' lad had a good deal of experi-
ence with secret springs and mysterious doors.
It stood him well in need at the present time.

After an hour's work he seemed ready to give
the whole thing,r up. The cunning of Larry the
thug had bafﬂed him.

It was getting on tmvard daylight by this time
and the boy was anxious to escaim, if escape was
in the question, while it was yet dark.

 
ﬂ

dow, expecting to see the ﬁrst gleams of day
peeping through the iron bars.

“ Larry may have touched the sprin with the
heel of his boot,” said Felix, and the 0y went
to the couch and put on his shoes.

Going back to the door he recommeneed the

' search.

h Elvery. inch of space he pressed ﬁrmly with his
ee .

“They have bafﬂed mel” exclaimed the boy.
“I have escaped the horrors of your pit, Larry
Lolan, to meet a worse fate. You may not visit
this place for days. Shrewd Simpson may cage
you and you would not tell him that I was your
last victim. I hate myself for not taking you
for the O'Hagan crime when I had you. I let
vour act at the ferry save you. And you rob-
bed the girl afterward! I ought to die here for
my leniency then.”

Felix brought his heel down with mad empha~
sis on the ﬂoor and started toward the cot.

The next second there was a strange noise hes
hind him; he turned With a singular cry.

The door was open!

If a bomb had fallen at the boy spotter’s feet.
he would not have been more completely sur~
prised.

What search. had failed to reveal. accident
had accomplished. His heel striking the ﬂoor in
wrath had found the concealed spring which had
opened the prison door!

Felix was not the person to hesitate at a mo-
ment like this. He went down the steps  the
room below, found the door that led from it, and
descended to the ﬁrst ﬂoor.

He was anxious to inspect the pit where Lar-
ry supposed him to be at that time, but he dared
not stay in the house.

The front door was found to be locked; there
was no spring to open it. Felix was not to be
defeated b a bolt and a key: he went to a win—
dow near y, raised the sash, and dropped al-
most noiselesst upon the sidewalk unseen by
any one.

“ This feels like liberty,” muttered the boy.
“ The cage is empty, Mr. Ian, and the fox is

oing to prove the most dangerous tenant it ever
lied. You are one of those fellows who have
great conﬁdence in your inventions; you may
not go back to your trap for days. I will not be
sur ris d if you neVergo back to it.”

he boy did not quit the place until he had

ﬁxed it in his mind beyond all possibility of miss-
in it should he want to ﬁnd it in the future.

$Vhen he moved off it was with a gleam of
victory in his e es. ' He
forehead and url'led a on the streets in the
dark hour that ushers in t e dawn. Nobody
seemed to recognize him, and he was not long
ﬁnding his little room on the Bowery in which.
as the reader recollects, Harris Hodge told him
the story intended to decoy him into the clutches
of Moses, the Baxter street Jew.

Felix was tired when he entered the humble

uarters which he occupied when not at work.
Fothing had been disturbed; the little room had
had no visitors during his absence.

Feeling the need of rest for the next exciting
play which he knew was before him the b0
spotter threw himself upon a couch and fe l
aslee .

Wiiile he slept the new mornin dawned and
the Bowery took a new lease of 1i 9.

Felix’s slee was too deep to be disturbed by
the rumble o the elevated cars that ran past his
window. '

The sun was trying to brighten New York
when he opened his eyes. Seeing the light stream-
ing in at his window, he sprung out of bed but
immediately started back for a man was asleep
in a chair not ten feet away.

“ By Jupiter! it is Shrcwd Simpson!” 9X-
claimed Felix, and the next moment his hand
descended upon the sleeper’s shoulder starting
him at once into wakefulness. .

“ Here! what do you know?” cried FelIX. “ I
have beaten you, for I have found a trail which
leads to the Nabob. Where have you been?”

“Some lace where you never was,” was the
reply. “ have been clawed by a tigress, choked
into inscnsibility and thrown into a well for
dead. And all because I had struck the trail of
the missing gold-hug.”

Felix uttered a loud exclamation.

“ Then W" ’11 work together. Shrer Simpson,”
he said. “ Let us ﬁrst compare notes.”

“Go ahead.” said the independent detective.
“ Tell me all you know ﬁrst.”

CHAPTER X.
SHREWD smeson’s STORY.
No boy ever had a better listener than had
Felix Fox in the person of Shrer Simpson, the

ulled his hat over his

Every now and then he looked up at the win- . hotspur detective.

 
The Boy Shadow.

 
Felix omitted nothing, and not once was he
interrupted, though Simpson at times seemed
about to do so.

“ That is my story,” said Felix, when he had
reached the end of his narrative, the princi )al
events of which are well known to the row or.
“ Now give me your story, Simpson, and we’ll
put oiir heads together and beat this shrewd

an .
g “ eat it .9” laughed Shrewd Sim son. “ VVe’re
bound to be at it. They‘ll be on t ie lookout for
us, but what does that matter? They may try
a new band, but it will avail them nothing. You
want my story, eh?”

“ I am waiting for it ” said Felix.

“I will begin when went to Baxter street to
confront Moses, the J ew,” continued Simpson.
“ I was conﬁdent that I had connected that
sleek old fellow with the mysterious disappear-
ance of the Nabob. When I reached the shop,
and found him in the door in Company with
Harris Hots ur or Harris Hodge, as you know
him best, Fe ix, I would have bet my head that
I was not on the wrong trail. When I got into
the store and marched Moses back to his treas-
ure room, I knew beyond a doubt that I had
made no mistake. I told the old rascal in plain
language that I wanted to know where the N a—
bob was. He splnttercd and went off at a great
rate declaring his innocence, and ﬁnally called
in his tigress wife who came like a storm.

“ Jehu! may I never meet such a. living being
again!” exclaimed Shrer Simpson, after a

ease, as if the memory of his encounter with
.Irs. Meek caused him to shudder. “ She came
at me like a maddened beast, and before I knew
it her two hands, armed With claws as it seemed
to me, were at m throat, and my senses swam
before I could 1i t a hand. Moses came to her
assistance, and I heard words that convinced
me that that infernal pair knew something
about the Broad street banker. To get to the
end of the ﬁrst installment of my story, I was
choked into unconsciousness and knew nothing
until I found myself half under water in a small

lace that had stone walls. In an instant it

ashed through my mind that I had been thrown
into a well, and a. minute’s inspection even in the
dark Conﬁrmed it. I believed that I had been
dumped into the place for dcad, and my ﬁrst
thought was of escape. The water was not deep,
but the narrow place was intensely dark, and
the air was almost killing in its in) )urity.

“ As soon as I could get to work was climb-
mg) the stones, which served my pu ose admi-
ra ly, and I soon reached the top. verything
was quiet about the premises when I lifted the
covering of the Well and crept out, There was
no noise in the shOp. but above in the thirdstorv
there was a dim light at one of the Windows.
determined to get into the Shop again at all
hazards, for I had not done with Moses and his
secret. I found my way into the treasure-room,
and thence into the dar sho where I was when
Moses received a visit “rom arris Hodge, who,
I am sure, came by some underground passage
from somewhere. The tigrf'ss tOOk Hodge out
to Show him the pit into which she had dumped
me and during their absence I happened ta
ma '6 a noise which brought Moses Into the shop.

“As luck would have it, the old Jew came
suddenly upon me and so great was his fright
that in a moment I had the old fellow at my feet
in a swoon. To him I was a person back from
the dead for he had seen his wife drag me in-
sensible from the house but a. short time before.
Not wishing to remain in the shop, which I
knew would be searched when the woman and
Hodge should discover Moses, I made my
escape.

“It was one of the narrowest escapes of my
pal-eer_ By Jupiter! I can feel the claws of that
tigress at my throat now. If you don’t want to
enjoy their clutch, Felix, keep away from the
Jew’s wife.” .

“ I may h'IVi‘ t0 di‘al Wlth her before this
game hns'bcen played 01W,” Said Felix. “ After
you left the shop what adventures did you
have?” _

“ After midnight I acmdcntally ran across a
certain man who Wol‘e heavy goggles and a
beard.”

“ You did?" exclaimed the boy spotter. “ Why
that man was—”

“ Rogers Marxe, eh 2” laughed Shi‘er Simp-
son. “ It was nobody else. knew him by 111's
gait, which can deceive no person who has ever
watched him. When I saw him alone on the
down-town streets at that hour I became his
shadow, and I thought he would lead me back to
the J ew’s. But I was disappointed. Rogers
Marxe led me to Papa Picklock’s.”

Felix Fox gave vent to an exclamation.

“ Larry Lolan has a room there,” he said.

 
9

 
“I know that. Marxe went up to the little
ofﬁce on the second ﬂoor. I wasn‘t far behind.
Papa Picklock was on guard himself in his
usual after-midnight condition—asleep in his
chair behind the counter. Iwas certain now
that Rogers had come to see Larry. When he
started across tho’room to waken Papa I opened
my mouth, and he turned like a Ipcrson shot.
There is where I missed it again, elix. They
say I am too fast for a man—hunter and I guess
they are right. Maybe I should have let Marxe
rouse Larry, but I didn’t. I told him that the
giggles and heard became him well, but that 1
know him all the same. He was thunderstruck.
I told him that I wanted to see him on private
and important business, and that we would
adjourn. He made no reply. I had Rogcrs
Marxe at my mercy then, and fool-like, thought
I could keep him there. But I didn't.”

Shrewd ‘impson smiled as he finished. The
boy spotter was eager to get to the end of his
narrative.

“I got that man down on the sti‘eet,”con—
tinned the dcteetivc. “ Not a soul was in sight.”
I am Shrowd Simpson and you are Rogers
Marxe, I said looking him in the eye. “ I can
hold you for the abduction of Mark Morey,
the Broad street Naboh.’ ”

“ That was bold,” said Felix.

“Of COUI‘SO it was, but they say I rush things
sometimes. What do you suppose Rogers
Marxe did when I said this!”

“ Denied the charge, of course,” said Felix.

“He did not-hing of the kind,” was the re-

ly, “ All at once he ﬂow at me like a author
and I was throwa against a building efore I
could rOSist. .It was the unexpected that hap-
ened that time, I tell you. I think IinUst
lave left the impression of my bed in the wall
I struck; It was nearly as bad as fal ing into the
hands of Mrs. Meek. Rogers Marxe got away
as he could easily do in the stunned condition
I was in. “'hcn I got upon my feet again he
was gone, and I had to walk off, beaten twice
in one night. I came here to ﬁnd you,- Felix,
and seeing you sound asleep, I dropped into
this chair to wait for the end of your nap."

The boy detective said nothing for a moment
after the Conclusion of Shrer Sim son’s story.

“ I’m afraid—” he began, but catc ing the de-
tectivc’s We at that moment he stopped, and his
glance fell.

“Yes. I made a mistake.
Shrewd Simpson quick] ,
at the game as Soon as see it. I was never out
out for a detective. I’ll throw up the sponge.”

“ Not until we have found the Nabob and af—
Iled these gold hawks of New York I” exclaimed
Felix. " I am not going to blame on, Shrewd
Simpson. They will change t eir tactics
now; they Will get a new hand, and try to
play it successfully. Larr Lolan ma ave
discovered belore this that am not in h s trap,
and Rogers Marxe will see that he is more than
suspicioned; he has been accused. What will
they do?” _

Shrewd Simpson shook his head.

“ They will do this for one thing,” continued
Felix. “ The hunted will turn hunters; de-
pend on. that. The game takes on a new phase
from 1 his time. If the N abob is alive he Will be
taken t0 I10W quarters, and we, Simpson. Will
receive the beneﬁt of keen eyes and, Perhaps
the knife or the revolver.”

“I am ready for the battle!" eXclaimed
Slirewd Simpson. “Hang me forabrokcr! if
I don‘t walk into the private ofﬁce of Morey 85
Marxefhis day, and play a hand that Will be a.
( ais 1’

“going oil’ again in a flash," laughed Felix.
“ No, Simpson. you will do nothingof the kind.”

The hot—ncaded detective cooled down.

“I‘ll put a hit in my mouth that’ll hold me
down,” he said to Felix, “But, John! don’t I
want to pay Rogers Marxe for throwing me
into that wick wall!” ,

“ You shall do it.” wag 11w bov’s reply—“ you

shall do it, soon. Wait and seé'.”

h.

CHAPTER XI.
LARRY’S FAMOUS PLAY.

IF Shrer Simpson was astonished when
Rogers M arxe turned upon him and threw him
against the building, he was not more. thunder-
struck than was the broker himself when he
heard his name mentioned in Papa Picklock’s,

Followed and unmasked by a detective? It
was something terrible to think of.

When he saw Shrewd Simpson Stunned 1W
his falllng against the wall, he hurried away; it;
was no place for Rogers Marxe.

He dared not go back to Papa Picklock’s, for

I see it now,” said
“ Confound it! I ﬂy

 
the hot-headed detective might follow him there
and actually arrest him. Of course. he wanted
to see Larry Lolan, but he had to give it up.

It was nearly day when the broker reached
lodgings.

“DI must catch Larry early in the day," he
said to himself. “ He must not be permitted to
play the Persian astrologer to Estelle. If he
docs, he will give the whole thing away.
Enough has just happened to employ Larry and
Harris. This man who calls himself Shrewd
Simpson must be run down and put out of the
way.”

Rogers Marxe did not sleep long, for he was
up at an early hour and on his way to the
Broad street ofﬁce.

He had Harris Hodge’s pledge that if Larry
was found by his confederate, he should be sent
to the ofﬁce, but Hodge was not going to hunt
Larry up for the pur )osc. At that hour Har-
ris, with apart of t 0 thousand dollars left,
was taking a snooze at a lace as disreputable
as Papa Picklock’s, and arxe was destined to
wait in vain for the tool he was so anxious to
see.

Meanwhile the hour for Larry’s visit to Es-
telle was drawing near, and between nine and
ten o’clock in the morning Hodge stationed him~
self near the Nabob’s residence so as to get a
peep at the Persian astrologer when he should
up ar.

t ten precisely a carriage rolled up to the
house and the driver 0 ned the door to let out
a man who was attire in elegant broadcloth,
glossg boots and hat and a waxed mustache,
whic gave him a foreign air.

“ Jchul can that be Larry?” exclaimed Hod 0
who was near by with eyes on the alert. “ f
be had not told me that he was to get here at
ten entirely ti'ansﬂgured, I would not call that
man my old pal. Ah, it is Larry! There goes the
private signal for me if I am around.”

The astrologer-crook ascended the ste s in
front of the mansion and rung the bell. hen
his summons was answered, he presented a card
and bade the servant carry it to her mistress.
Miss Estelle.

Upon this card gilt-edged and delicate was
printed this inscription:

THE GREAT NEZZUR—ADDEN.
anmmm or Hoaosoorss
To His High Majesty
THE SHAH OF PERSIA.
All languages spoken.

This rather ostentatious card was carried to a.
beautiful young woman who glanced at it and
with a smile to d the servant to admit this im-
poBtant personage Who had favored her with 8.
ca .

In a little while Larry was shown into the ele-
phant drawing-room, and for the ﬁrst time in
his life, he found himself in the presence of
Estelle.

The crook when “ﬁxed up” was decidedly
handsome. He seemed to have left part of him-
self at I’apa Picklock’s, and, to an innocent
person like Estelle, there was nothing about him
to indicate his true position in society.

“ My lady.” began Larry, after his obse uious
how, “the stars have sent me to you and am
here by a high command which I dare not
disobey.”

“ In other words you have come to reveal
something,” said Estelle, who seemed to place
much conﬁdence in Nezzur-Addin.

“That is it precisely. Ali! to reveal some-
thing! You are in distress, my lady. A dear
friend and protector has disappeared suddenly
and mysteriously. I am certain that the stars
have found him."I

The young girl was seen to start.

“ Do you say this?” she exclaimed.

“ Not I, my lady, but the planets and their
mysterious inllucnces speak through me,” replied

urry rather pompouslly.

“ If this is the. case must thank you for this
visit,” said Estelle. “What (11d the Stars re-
veal?”

“The secret of the mystery of Mr. Mark
Marcy’s (1i snppf‘n ram '0, but, my dear young lady,
the revcalment can only take place under cer-
tain conditions. I am controlch by the in-
fluences of the planets. I have. cast Mr, Morey’s
horoscope because I became intcrestcd in his
(.359. I have with me the results of my labors;
thev are here.”

As he finished, Larry drew three small cards
from an inner pocket and spread them on his
hand for Estelle inspection. One card was

green, the second red. and the third. pale ellow.
They were covered with dots and lines, t e docs

 
The Boy Shadow.

 
10

 
supposed to be stars, the lines the pathways of
planetary communication.

Estelle leaned forward and looked at the cards
with much curiosity; after a moment’s inspec-
tion she looked up at the false astrologer.

“You have spoken of conditions. ‘What are
they?” she said.

“ This card names them,” replied Larry, tak-
ing up the green pastelmard. “ Before I can re-
veal the secret of Mr. Morey‘s disappearance,
you must accept the august proposition I am
authorized to announce. The stars have told
me that a very fine gentleman seeks your hand.
I am sure he already possesses your heart, Miss
Estelle. Before the great secret can be revealed,
you must promise the planets, through their

umble servant N ezzur—Adden, to bestow your
hand upon him within ﬁve days.”

“ And unless I (lo—what?”

“I must depa‘t with the secret unspoken.”
said Larry, assuming a sad tone.

Estelle was silent for a moment, then she rose,
and walking to one of the front windows parted
the curtains and looked out.

The carriage was still before the house and
norms the street a heavily-built man was walk—
ing up and down, smoking a cigar.

Estelle saw this in her brief sojourn at the
Window.

When she came back Larry took hope; her
countenance had undergone a change; he was
sure he was master of the situation.

“ Harris said I couldn’t play this role ; but I’ll
show him,” he said to himself. “ I’m better at
a game of this kind than the regular Nezzur—
Adden himself, if there really is such a person.
I win this game for the boss to-day.”

Estelle took the chair again.

“ I am anxious to know what has become of
friend,” she said.

‘ The stars will tell you.”

“That is. they will reveal the secret if I prom-

ise to become a bride within ﬁve days?”

Larry bOch.

“ Will they tell me where Mr. Morey is, or
will they restore him?”

“They will restore him?”

“ But who is this person whose wife I must
become?”

“His name is Rogers Marxe.”

There was a slight start on the girl’s part.

“ Mr. Morey’s partner!” she exclaimed.

“I do not know that,” said Larry. “ I only
speak what the heavens have revealed. This

rson to whom they wish you to give your hand
IS handsome, wealthy and highly educated. Of
his business relations I cannot speak. W ithin
two days after the marriage the mystery of
Mark Morey will be a mystery no longer.”

“ Why do you not report this to the police?”

“ The planets send me to you,” was the quick
response. “ I have never seen Mr. Rogers
Marxe; the stars have selected him for your life
partner. In Persia everybody obeys them; the
shah himself Would wed a menial if the
stars, through the royal astrologers, selected
her. ’

“ I cannot give this promise,” said Estelle.
“I must have time for reﬂection.”

Larry got up and threw a rapid glance around
the room. As far as he could see they were its
only occupants.

e saw more than one object which his evil
ﬁngers longed to clutch: he knew they would
ﬁnd good storage at Moses the J ew’s, or a proﬁt-
able sale at Papa Picklock’s.

“Then on reject the message?" he said to
Estelle. ‘ You do not believe in horoscopes.”

“I have not said that I do not,” was the re-

m

l .

p it Do you think I would come here with a false
one-I who have cast them for his High Mighti-
ness the Shah?”

“ I have not accused you of deception.”

“ You have, visited astrologers since Mr.
Morey disappeared?”

H I hav 97

“They have told you that Mr. Morey will
come back before long. but they gave you no
real satisfaction. Ah! on see I know what the
Charlatans told you! I you reject the message
I have brought from the mysterious bodies that
control our lives from their places in the hea-
vens, all will be lost. If you become the wife of
Rogers Marxe within five days Mark Morey
will appear; if you refuse, the mystery of the
N abob will never be solved.”

“ Is this ﬁnal?” asked Estelle, gazing into the
face of the false astrologer.

“ It is ﬁnal!” was the anSWer. “ I never hear

two messages from the stars to the. same person
when one has been rejected.”

“ I am obliged to reject the one you have de-
livered to me,” Estelle said, smiling faintly.

A sudden light ﬂashed up in Larry’s eyes; he
was near the door when he s oke a rain.

“ You had better do this,” 6 

There was a hidden threat in his tone, and for
a moment he looked like Larry Lolan the city
desperado.

“I am determined,” said~ Estelle.
marry no man after this manner.”

“ Then the Fates will fall upon Mark Morey!”
almost hissed Larry.

“ Upon Mark Morey they shall fall!”

“ Beware!”

“ “’hatl do you threaten me?”

“ No; the stars are still s eaking.”

There was no reply, and) Larry reached the
door which Estelle opened for him.

“ Ah! I forgot to recompense you,” suddenly
said the irl. “ The Astrologer of the Sha
cannot a ord to carry star-messages for noth-
ing.”

She drew forth as she spoke a little purse,
that made the crook’s eyes ﬂash. His fingers
itched to grab it and make off.

Estelle opened the pocketbook and took out a
ten-dollar bill, which she extended to Larry.

There was no hesitation on the crook’s part,
for he took the bill and bowed his thanks as he
thrust it into his waistcoat pocket.

The next moment he was on the step.

“Good-morning, my lady,” he said, doiﬁng
his hat.

“ Good-morning, Mr. Lolan!” was the re-
spouse.

Mr. Lolan!

The name, accompanied by Estelle’s manner,
seemed to stagger the crock from the large
stone step.

She knew him! And all his play had been for
nothing.

Larry seemed struck speechless by the mere
mention of his own name. As the sound of it
died away, the door was shut and he turned and
walked toward the carriage.

“ I’d give a thou and to know how she got
onto me,” he muttered. “ I’ve been bit before
in my time, but never a blow like that. Talk
about thunderbolts from clear skies; this is a
ﬁrst-class one, and no discount on its force
either. I must keep this from Harris, and, of
course, from Marxe. If the girl does not think
that he sent me to her, we‘ll win yet. Nezzur—
Adden, my old chap, I think this IS one game
you’ve lost.”

And Larry tried to laugh, but the attempt
was a fallure.

As for Estelle, she went back into the draw-
ing-room and confronted a well-built boy, whose
eyes were full of victory.

“ What do you say now?” the youth ex-
claimed.

“ You were ri ht, Felix Fox. That pretended
astrologer was Terry Lolan. His own name
staggered him.”

“I knew him on sight. Him read the stars?
He’ll have the rules of Sing Sing read to him
before he’s much older!”

“I can

 
CHAPTER XII.
AN UNBENDING PRISONER.

IT was a little past high noon of the same day
when Harris Hodge walked into a certain cloth-
ing shop on Baxter street.

“ Where’s your father?” he said to a young
man who was a. youthful presentment of old
Moses, so well known to the reader.

“He has gone away,” was the reply.

“ Out 0’ town?” s

The young Jew hesitated.

“Mebbe you don’t recognize me. I am Har-
ris Hodge. Now, where is your father?”

The last words were accompanied by a look
which accused the youth of lying, and Hodge
stepped forward as he spoke them.

‘ My father is up-stairs, entirely prestrated.
Dot man what he saw in der store last night—”

“ What man?”

“ Dot man, Meester Hodge; der von what
cree )ed out o’ der vell after he was dead.”

“ . ‘hrcwd Simpson?”

“ Dot’s der man."

Hodge laughed, but he' did not bring any as-
suring color back to Isaac‘s face.

“ See here! You don‘t mean to stand there
and tell me that Shrewd Simpson is alive after
passing through your mother’s hands?”

“ It ish even so.”

“I recollect now that Larry claimed to have
seen him alive after the occurrence here,” con-
tinued Hodge.
story. and I don’t like to in yours.”

“ It Was dot man an’ not a ghost dot frighten-
ed father. He saw Shrde Simpson in this
shop.”

 
“I didn’t put any faith in his ;

“The—Old Harry!” he exclaimed. “Larry
was right then, after all. Your father is up—
stairs, eh?”

“ Endirely )rosdrated. He vants der prisoner
taken avay ’K'fol'e der whole thing gits into
the hands of der bolice.”

“ I’ll see about that,” said Hodge.

He went into the stolen pro erty—room of the
establishment, and ascended t e stairs.

“Who ish dere?” asked a voice beyond the
door, at the head of the steps.

Harris gave his name, and was admitted into
a lonrr room, which was darkened and foul of
air. he person who admitted him was Mrs.
Meek, the amazon.

“Harris! Harris! Veepin’ Rachel! I haf
waited for you,” said a voice from near the
front windows, and the next moment the crook
was looking down upon the old Jew, who occu-
pied a dirty cot that sent out an unpleasant
smell.

The old man had undergone a wonderful
change within the last twenty-four hours. If
he had not found him on his own bed, Harris
would not have reco rnized him.

“ Harris my Go , I vas dyin’,” continued
Moses, as Hodge took a seat on the edge of the
cot. “Dot man vat ve put into der vell ish at
large, an’ der house 0" Meek vas cruniblin’ over
my head.”

“ Not much, Moses. \Ve are 'ust winding up
the business to big diVidcnds,” laughed Hodge.

“ I von’t be here when it ish wound up,” said
the Jew. “Der )ird vat we caught must go.”

“Not yet,” said Hodge.

“ He ish in my house, an’ vile he ish dor it ish
not safe. Harris, for my family’s sake, let dot
man out.”

At this juncture Mrs. Meek stepped forward
and touched the crook’s arm. He looked up into
her face.

“ That man must go,” she said firmly. “Moses
and I don’t want the )olice to find him here.
We go to Sing Sing if t ey do; you know that,
Harris.”

The desperado sprung up.

“Let him remain a little while longer. We
will win the game Within forty—eight hours.
We are going to play a hand that cannot fail.
We can’t take him away without preparation.”

“ He must go,” said the Jewess firmly.

Harris was on the point of replying sharply
and with insolence when his gaze happened to
fall on the amazon’s hands, and in a second he
thought how they had clutched and mastered
Shrewd Simtpson.

“ The chil ren- know that we haf a prisoner.”
said the J ewess. “ I caught Rachel listening at
his door to-day. She goes out on the street.”

“She does!” cried Hodge. “Where is the
child now?”

“ I don’t know; but Rachel is not likely to
spread her discovery.” _

. “,She must not! The child should be kept
in.

“ I can’t look after elefen children,” said Mrs.
Meek, a gleam of resentment in her eyes.

“Dot lecdle Rachel come to me an’ sa .
,‘ Daddy Moses, who ish dot man lip-stairs? ”
said the old Jew on the cot as his wife ﬁnished.

“Dare ish no man up-stairs. chile. I say, but
Rachel shakes her head an’ say, ‘ Daddy Moses,
I heard dot man talk.’ Harris, vcn you can’t,
deceive a lcedle girl, how vill you fool der bo-
lice? Dot mm must go!”

“ If he goes you maylose a thousand dollars,”
said Hodge.

The old ch shut his eyes for a moment, and
his thin hands closed on the bed covering.

“ It ish ‘lose a t’ousand an” stay out o’ Sing
Sing,’ or get it and go dere mit Sarah. I vill
lose it!”

For once in his life Moses Meek had decided
against the aceumulation of money.

“ I must see this man, and then I will report."
Harris Hodge said. “ I understand that he ha 5
nearly come to terms.”

He ste ped back and looked at the woman.
who exc anged looks with Moses, thin 3119],“;
him to a stair—loor in one corner of the long
room, and held it open while Hodge drew a,
heavy false heard from an inner pocket and ad-
justed it on his face.

“I’m all right now,” he Whispered to the
woman, and the two went up the steps.

At the head of the stair there Was a strip of
1 heavy velvet carpet which led to a door in a
l‘ partition wall, and Hodge and the Jewess drew
. up before it. ,

‘ “I go in alone,” said Harris. “You stand
l here till I want to come out. I will knqw What
i is to bedone when I have seen him.”

Mrs. Meek inserted a key into a lock and
_ turned it slowly; the key made no neise.

 
The Boy Shadow.

11

 
“ Now,” she said in low tones to Harris.

The next moment the door opclled and the
New York crook crossed the threshold: a slight
noise behind him told that the door had shut
again. _

Harris Hodge was in a room which was almost 1
dark, but in one corner wasagas Jet that burned
dimly. The carpet was soft under his feet; if
he had inspected the walls he Would have found 4
them apparently yield to his touch.

Before he had time to move, the light ﬂashed
up, and the crook found himself face to face
with a ﬁne-looking man, who came toward him.

This person looked, in the gaslight, like a
man nearly, if not quite, ﬁfty years of age“

His ﬁgure was a little above medium hight,
well rounded, and elastic. There was a certain
springiness in his step which was observable as
he came forward. and when he halted, Harris
Hodge saw the dark eyes and finely-chiseled 1
face of one of the best known men in New York.

“ Is this never to end?” asked the prisoner.
“ You are one of the men who can answer that !
question. that do you say?”

“ It depends on your action,” was the response.
“We will listen to no terms but those already
proposed—an oath of eternal secrecy, and a let-
tcr to Estelle that will make her Rogers Marxe’s
wife.” '

The prisoner drew back with his eyes ﬁxed
upon the cool crook. If Harris Hodge had ‘
glanced downward, he would have seen two
hands suddenly clinched.

“ The same infamous terms!” he said. ‘ ‘ May
I rot here before I will consent!”

“ Very well, if that is your pleasure. There
is a good likelihood of your rotting here, Mark
Morey,” said Hodge. “ The police have ceased
to look for you; the detectives are all thrown off
the scent, and the girl d098n’t take much inter-
est iii the missing Nabob. ’

“ Estelle?” cried the broker.

Hodge nodded, but looked through his long
black lashes to note the effect. .

“ It is an infamous lie!” exclaimed the Nabob,
advancing so threateningly thaﬁ Hodge invol-
untarily stepped back, and raised one hand.
“Don’t repeat the hell-comed falsehood in my
presence! Estelle forgetful? N0! she loves me
as she always did, and yet I am not her father.
Since I came here I have fathomcd this daring
game. I am to sell Estelle t0 Rogers Marxe for
my liberty, and am expected to swear eternal
secrecy besides. My disappearance IS to be ac~
counted for by a lie which I suppose has been
coinedfor the purpose, and I am to Continue to
do business with this man Marxe! What does
he pay you for this infamy?” _

“ I get my share," said Hodge, With the cool-
ness of a born desperado. “ You can bet your
bottom dollar, Mr. Morey, that we don’t work
for nothing on a job of this kind.”

“ I would suppose not, with the shadow of
Sing Sing about your feet. Go and tell Rogers
Marxe that the oath will never be taken  the
Nabob of Broad street, and tell Estelle. It you
dare, that she must never become that man’s
wife. I can remain here. I know that no sound
can leave this room. It was prepared for me
when I came. You see I am in good health. I
can hold out with the best of my enemies.”

“ You can have that consoling thought if you
want it,” the crook said. “ You won‘t Write the
letter? you won‘t take the oath?”

‘l Iq()!v)

Harris Hodge seemed to bite his lip.

“ I thought you showed signs of weakening a
few hours 9930,” he growled.

“ I did that to see What effect it would have
in certain quarters,” said the Nabob, with a
smile. “ I am as ﬁrm as ever. No compromise
with ROgcrs Marxe and his tools!”

“ That settles it.” hissed Hodge, withdrawing
toward the door and Cooking a revolver. “ We-
’ll play the game out Without the oath and the
letter. New York has already forgotten you,
Mark Morey, and YOU may suddenly and soon
forget New York!”

The next moment HOdge’S foot touched the
bottom of the door, and When it opened he re
joined the J ewess on the outSide.

“ When can you take him away?” Asked Mrs.
Meek. ‘

“ He must stay here till we bring him toterms.
I’d sooner undertake to transport a. tiger than
that man as he is now. HL‘ must stay.”

I “ He cannot,” said the JcWess as ﬁrmly.
“ Shrewd Simpson will search the building.”
Hodge seemed to think that the amazon was

about to ﬂy at him; he stepped back and drew

his revolver.

 
, end.
1 soon be found and that the people connected

 
“Keep that man where he is till I order his

release, or I’ll send you and your husband to i

ﬁng Sing I” cried the desperate crook.

CHAPTER XIII.
CLOSE QUARTERS.

ROGERS MARXE occupied the private ofﬁce of
Mercy & Marxe on Broad street, and was the
sole occupant of the place when the clock struck
three that same afternoon.

The man was not at his case; des ite his de-
termination to keep cool he had exhi ited a good
deal of nervousness in the business transactions
of the day, but not enough to excite any sus-

Jli‘lOll.

I lie had failed to find Larry in time to tell him
that he should not visit Estelle as the great Per-
Sian astrologer, Nezzur-Adden, and he was now
wondering whether the crook had actually prac-
ticed this audacity.

He had been asked ﬁfty times during the day
about the missing Nabob, and to each questioner
he had replied that no clew had yet been discov-
He was hopeful, however, that one would

with Morey’s disappearance, if it should turn
out that he had been abducted, would be caught
and iuiiished.

“ hope I won’t be troubled any more to-day,”
said Marxc, as his last business visitor took his
departure. “I have more important business
than stocks and loans on my hands just now. I
want time to attend to it.”

He was cut short in his remarks by the en-
trance of a man at sight of whom the broker
started and ﬂushed more than half-angrily.

“Harris says you want me,” said the visitor,
dropping into a chair near the desk.

It was Larry Lolan, the crook and self-styled
Astrologer to the Shah of Persia.

He. was now attired in good but not elegant
clothes, the broadcloth suit and shiny plug but
had disappeared, and his mustache shOWed signs
of having been lately waxed.

“ YcS. I Wanted you very badly last night,"
said Meme. “1 am afraid you come too late

now.”

“ ‘Vbﬂt has happened 9”

“That is for you to answer. Have you play-
ed the Pei‘sian astrologer before Estelle?”

The crook started slightly and found the eyes
of the bY‘Okel‘ fastened upon him.

“ I want you to be “ square” with me,” con-
tinued Margie. “ This business is connected
with the main game. You have been to see the

irl—Estelle?”

“ ConfOlmd it, I have,” confesScd Larr .

“ What put that notion in your head?’

“Mutual beneﬁt, colonel,” was the answer ac-
companied by a slight twinkling of the villain's
e es. “You told me, you know. that the girl
had already consulted several astrolo ers and
what they to d her, and I forthwith ma 9 up my
mind to play a little hand I’ve played before
with ﬂﬂttP‘Tng Success. "

“ I didn’t want that play made. It wasn‘t
policy. It didn’t Succeed, did it?”

“ Not to any great extent," smiled Larry. “ I
did my best, colonel; the failure can’t be proper-
ly laid at my door,”

“ Didn’t the girl suspect you?” asked Marxe
eagerly.

‘7 Suspect? she called me by name.”

Rogers Marxe seemed ready to bound from
his chair. '

“ Her shrewdncss has puzzled me ever Since,”
COHtimlCd Lal‘l‘Y- “ She listened to all my fluh-
dubbery and did not unmask her battery till I
was leavin’ the house: then she sold ‘ good
morniii‘. Mr. Lolan.’ John! if it lmdn’tbeen for
my collar, I’d haVo jumped nut, 0’ mV hide. I
was Larry Loltm to her all the time I was try-
in’ to play the astrologer,

“ As fortune teller you told her what?”

“ I informed her in proper language that the
stars would restore the Nabob as soon as she be-
came Mi's._Mnrxc providin’ the ceremony took
place within ﬁve days.”

“You told her that?” exclaimed the broker
suddenly 108mg Onion

“ Nothin’ else.” said Larry; “ if she, was
credulou-i enough to consult several fortune—tel-
hays I thought she‘d listen to one who used to
dish up Sill? HOWS for his High Mightincss the

, Shah. I did it all for you. colonel: I had YOU?
‘ intei‘cStS ﬁt heart all the time.”

Rogers Murxe hit his lip. “I could have told
you beforehand that the scheme would fail." hf?
‘said. “ I would have told you that last night If
I haan PliCOuntered a certain disagreeable man
on Mulberry street

“ Who was he?”

“A man called Shrewd Simpson."

“ He recognized you where!”

“ At Tana Picklock’s.”

“The man is alive then! I told Hodge that;
I had seen him since the Jewess of Baxter

 
street introduced him to the depths of her well.
How did 'ou escape from him?”

“I usci force. I threw him against a build-
ing and ot away.”

“We’l fix him, colonel. The man is a little
too hot—headed toplay a cool hand. He will
Show up soon and fall into our hands.”

“ He must! I don’t like the situation of affairs.
I wish you had not played that astrologer

aine to-day. I have an engagement With
Vstclle to-night and if she should suspect that
we Were in collusion there might be an un»
pleasant scene.”

“ You’ve got to put on a bold front and lie-
it through, colonel,” said Larry. “The Na-
bob is safe cnou rh yet, but his keepers are
weakenin’ a litt -. The escape of Shrcwd
Simpson does it you see.”

“ f the boy s iould escape also, Larry—”

“He can’t d» that!” intcrru itcd the crook.
“You saw my eyes when 1 ed him out 0'
this ofﬁce colonel?”

“ch.”
“ They told you enough, I guess We have
only the hot-headed detective to deal with an‘

be is nobod . (lo an’ see Estelle; swear, if
necessary, i mt ycu never heard of the l'er-
sian astrologer, and see if you can‘t bringniat-
tcrs to a crisis.”

Larry glanced at the safe as he ﬁnished.

“ (‘olonel I’d like to have a little cash to day,”
he said. “ You or u take it out o’ my pay when
the ﬁnal settlement is made. I want ﬁve hun-
drcd.”.

Marxe frowned but dared not resist the de-
mand. He had lately had a similar experience-
with Harris Hodge, and he knew Larry Lolan
too well not to hand over the amount desired.

When the ﬁve hundred had been paid the
crook seemed to regret that he had not asked.
for a thousand.

As he stuﬂ'ed the money into his waistcoat
iocket he glanced out of the window near which
he sat and gave a sudden start.

“ There’s the man now !" he exclaimed.

Marxe sprung forward as Larry’s ﬁnger
pointed across the street.

“ Does that look like him?” asked the crook.

“Like whom!”

“ Shrewd Simpson. I refer to the man
standing near the curbing with a cigar in his-
mouth.”

Marxe leaned forward and eyed the man close-
ly for some. time.

“He doesn’t look like he did last night,” he
said, slowly.

“ But it is Simpson all the same.”

“ He is on the watch?”

“ That is just what he is doin’. Keep an eye
on him for a while, an’ watch me throw him oil"
the scent. It isn’t very hm d to feel that man.”

Larry glanced once moi-a at the person whom
he called Shrer Simpson, the independent (16--
tcctivc, and left the oﬂice.

Murxe heard him on the stairs for a moment,
and then lost the sound of his going.

For a few moments the man on the opposite
side of the street retained his iosiiion, but all at
once he gave. it up and starte oil’. It was evi-
dent to the broker that he had caught sight of
Larry and was following him. Marxc watched
Shrewd Simpson from the window until his
ﬁgure was lost to view, and then he picked up
his hat.

“Now is m time to leave,” he said. “The
(MI! is (100“ '0‘ away. and I can vacate the oﬂice
without being watched. I am going to force
the crisis tonight. If Esti He does not promise
to become my wife I will play the darkest and
the coolest hand ever played in this or any other
city.”

He went out, down upon the street. conﬁdent.
that Larry was able to take care of the man he
called Slircwd Simpson.

The best part of the afternoon had vanished,
and the shades of evening were descending upon
the city.

iogors Mame stc pcd into a cigar store and
purchased snvm'al choice Havanns. This was
his daily custom, Having transferred two from
the counter to his pocket he stepped to tho
11;:th- noar the door With the third one in his
hand.

Just as the cigar touched the ﬂame he glanced
out of the open door. .

A pair of 9 es were. upon him: he saw them
instantly, an then he noticed their owner, a

W91].buiit boy with a hootblack‘s kit swung over”
his shoulder.

Marxe lit his cigar and Went out.

“ Shine ’cin up!” exclaimed the boy. springing
toward him.

A thrill passed like an arrow to the broker’s.
“Come up into the ofﬁce,” he said.

heart.

 
1,2 ., ,, 

The Boy Shadow.

 
“ "ill right, captain, I’m your hucklebcrr '
when there’s a job on hand,” the boy answered,
after a second’s hesitation.

Mrirxe led the way up—stairs, and the boy at
his in cls did not see his eyes ﬂash—but the boot-
black’s orbs ﬂashed, too.

The broker unlocked the oflice door, and tho
twrl) went in; the door closed behind them with
ach

“I’ve got him now,” muttered Marxe, be-
tween his teeth, as he walked toward his desk.
“ Somehow or other, Larry failed; but, by the
eternal heavens! I will not.”

The next moment his hand touched and drew
a revolver, and the weapon clicked as he wheel-
-ed upon the boy.

“ ou can’t fool mc. Felix Fox,” ho hissed,
and his face flushed madly. “ You have reach-
ed the end of the game as played by you. You
have outwitted the man who caught you hang-
ing to my door playing the spy; but you can’t
beat the man who faces you now.”

The bootblack went back a pace and then
planted himself firme before the Broad street
broker.

He did not change color.

“ What are you going to do?” he asked, look-
ing into Marxe‘s face for a moment, and then
glancing at the revolver in his hand.

"‘ You admit that you are Felix Fox?”

“ I am Felix Fox,” was the answer, “ and I
am anxious to see you. Sit down and listen to
me. Rogers Marxe. No? Stand, then. I am
going to have my say. The man who last left
this ofﬁce was Larry Lolan. He will never come
‘back here to report. We haVe found the trail
of the missiuor Nabob. We‘ve got all the
threads in our hands. If I am not at a certain
"place by four o’clock you will be in the hands of
thgﬂ law !” d

arxe appeare to gasp.

“How much do on want?” he asked.

“A million do] are more than you’ve got,”
laughed Felix, and then he (inickly continued:
“I wouldn’t touch a cent 0 your money for
all Gotham, and I’m free to say that the leeches
you have attached to yourself have bled you
freely. This game of ours is more for gold
than love, isnt it Mr. arxe? You have an
engagement with Estelle to-night. It must be
kept. You must not be a minute behind time.
Remember! if you fail to show up, the whole
bottom of this bi game of yours will fall out
with a noise. I ave got fairly to work. You
need not go to Papa Pickloek’s after Larry—he
isn’t there. You need not drop into ‘ Jacob’s ’ on
the look for Harris Hod 6; you wouldn’t ﬁnd
him if you did. You wil go to Estelle’s as if
nothing had happened. You fail at your peril.
Remember, Ro er Marxe!”

The astounde broker did not recover till the
door had opened and closed. Felix Fox was

gone !

 
CHAPTER XIV.
ALMOST FOUND.

THE boy spotter smiled to himself when he
swung the bootblack’s kit over his shoulder and
went down-stairs.

“ Undoubtedly R0 ers Marxe wishes me in
China or elsewhere!” e ejaculated.
ment he saw me before the cigar-store he knew
me despite my get up, and when he invited me
into the ofllce he thought he was getting me into
a trap. Ha, ha! Rogers; if there were no worse
traps than yours in New York we’d be Well off.

You will go to the Nabob’s residence according i

to your en agement with Estelle, or you will
land somew ere else about that hour.”

Larry and Shrewd Simpson had already dis-
appeared and Felix did not attempt to ﬁnd
eit 1cr.

“ I’ve got to work fast if I succeed," be con-
‘tinuod.

tion.”

Night had succeeded the evening shades when
a boy who looked as though he had lately arrived
from the country appeared suddenly to Isaac

the old Jew’s son as the young Hebrew was ‘
watching spider-like for a customer in front of

the shop.

The boy was Felix, and his general make-up, ;
including the old-fashioned though not Very fat .
carpet-sack that he carried, proclaimed him an ‘

easy Victim to- the clerk.

“ ll‘hat’s them brooches worth, boy?” said Fe— ‘

lix, taming to Isaac W‘ 0 came forward with
the (d: ~rtness of a leopard.

“ Dost-‘1‘ Elefen tollar. Dey was made for you
my young l'r’ent.”

“Who made ’em?”

“A man vat nznkcs der pest bants in N’y York.
Vat ish your name?”

“ The mo- ,

“1 will now invade the classic precincts .
of Baxter street for the trail leads in that direc- ‘

“Hezekiah Hamilton. I’ve just got in from
Peapod Ridge, Jersey, and mother told me to
buy a pair of breeches as soon as I ot to York.”

“ Dot vas a goot mother. I vis ve all had
’em, my fr‘ent. Now Meester Hamilton of Bea-
bod Ridge, dose bants was actually made for
you. Der dailor says ven he prings ’em down
here ‘Ef any 0’ does Hamiltons come along let
’em haf dose bants at gost.’ ”

“ That‘s almighty clever,” said Felix. “ Did he

actl .”

“ at offer includes all der goods we carry.
Der same dailor makes ’cm all to our order, an’
as you vas one o’ dem Hamiltons you shall hef
your choice at gost.”

lVith the last sentence Felix was pounced upon
by the young J cw and hustled into the shop,
baggage and all. Isaac had become an apt pupil
of his father, and long before the commencement
of our story, had graduated in the art of selling
ready-made clothing.

The young Jew found the supposed J erseyan
rather hard to please, although evidently deter-
mined to purchase. More than twenty pairs of
pants were shown and rejected. Isaac came
down dollar after dollar until the garments
seemed about to be given away.

Felix more than once glanced down the long
room towarl the little apartment where sevoral
exciting scenes of our story have taken place.
Did he know what was beyond and above the
door that led to it? Was he aware that the long—
niissing Nabob was on the third ﬂoor of that
building in a room where the loudest cry was no
more than a whisper?

Certain it was that the be detective had not
visited the Jew shop for not ing.

At last Felix found a pair of pantaloons that
seemed to suit him, but he offered Isaac a price
that seemed to take his breath.

“ Vee in’ Rachel! we must lift” exclaimed the
young ew. “ Dose bants cost us sefen tollar an’
you offer but three. Mine fr’ent, do you vantto
send der whole family to der boorhouse an’ der
pan r’s grave? Gif me six tollar an’ dose bants
shal grace yer form.”

Felix was immovable.

“ Three or nothing."

“ I vill haf tosee my sick father,” said Isaac.
“ Stay here, mine fr’ent, till I come pack,” and
the clerk marched off with the clothes.

“ Hold on! I don’t like to stay here,” cried
the boy 5 otter. “If some thief ’d drop in and
steal whi e you were gone, I might be blamed
with the job.”

Isaac stopped and looked at Felix who had
come forward.

It would not do to leave the shop entirely un-
watched, not even for a few moments. There
were hundreds of adroit sneak-thieves who work
Baxter street, 2 nd the Meeks had suffered by
their depredations.

The young clerk cut the problem by opening
the door of the treasure—room and sounding a
singular call.

In a moment it was answered by a. young,
sharp-featured girl of sevvnteen, and the shop
was left in her care.

Felix went u -stairs close behind Isaac, and
the young Jew ed him to the cot occupied b his
| gatlaer, whose grip on life seemed very fra' in-

ec .

From the shock produced by suddenly seeing
Shrer Simpson when he was supposed to be
dead, the old Jew had not recovered; but when
he saw the boy and the pantaloons, and caught

 
1the connection between them, the gleam of
j avarice came back to his almOst lustcl‘lcss eyes.
I “ Three toller for dose bants?” said old Moses
I slowly. “Isaac, my 5011. git my shroud out,
fan‘ 101; me depart jn beace. Dose bants vas
1 made to sell. Who base you, per?”
‘ Felix leaned over and caught the old, man’s
eyes. In an instant he thought he saw him
start.

“ I want to see your father,” he said to Isaac.
“Mo’ses Meek, I am here on important busi—
mess.

The sudden change in the boy’s looks and
tones: made the young clerk recoil.

cupants of the big room whose only light was a
gas ﬂame which did not begin to dissipate the
. shadows.

“I am here for the Iabob.” said Felix.
‘ “ Don’t cry out nor let slip a falsehood.
2 Felix Fox and—”

‘, “Veepin’ Fund] 1! tcr poy I vas ter watch
‘ for!” llltf‘l‘l‘lmfwl ‘lwscs.

“I don’t doubt that. I was to be drawn into

your trap by a trumped-up story by Harris
.‘ Hodge, but the scheme didn’t work, though I

mean only this pair? I doan’t like the color ex— i

“ Go down, Isaac,” said the old Jew and the v
next moment Felix and Moses were the only 00- .

I amg

—~—

 
am now under our roof. Moses, I am here to
give you your c oice of two things—continued
existence here or life in Sin Sing!”

The Jew seemed about to ea from his couch
at the announccmcnt. Felix arted down and
clutched his wrist.

~ “ Remember; liberty or Sing Sing 1” he cried.

Old Moses fell back with a roan.

“ Quick! take your choice,’ continued Felix.
“ The game is near its end, and there is no time
to lose. Shall it be Baxter street or Sing Sing i”

There was no reply. The Jew lay motionless
on the rags of the cot beneath the boy spotter.

“ Heavens! the man is dead!” cried the boy.

He put a ﬁnger to the old shopkeeper's wrist
and found only the faintest semblance to a pulse.

“Dead or not, I can’t stop here.” Felix said,
moving back. “I must solve the mystery of
the Na’bob now or never. In a moment I may
be discovered—”

He sto ped suddenly for the door at the fur-
thest en of the room opened and a. child came
1n.

Felix sprung toward her.

“ Show me to the man you have up—stairs or
somewhere. Quick!”

The child, a girl of eight, lanced from Felix
toward the cot where her fat er lay.

“ Are you Daddy Moses’s friend?” she asked.

“Yes. ’

“ Then I will show you.
please.”

The boy detective followed the child from the
room to the stairway that led to the third ﬂoor
and without accident reached the door the.
stood between him and Mark Morey. -

“ He is in there,” said the child.

“ Where is the key?”

“ Oh, Mamma Moses keeps that, was the an-
swer.

“ Where is she?”

“ She went over to Mrs. Levi’s after supper.
I will go and tell her."

Felix tried to rastrain the irl, but she was
gone in a. ﬂash, as it were, and e was alone.

“ Here is a pickle,” muttered the b0 . “ I
don‘t want to encounter the tigress of t is es-
tablishment before she knows anything about
the choice I gave her husband. Can it really
be that only a door separates me from the Na-
bob of Broad street? Have I actually found
him at last?”

The loy detective turned upon the door and
struck it with his cliucl ed hand.

“ I’d give my right Land for a key now!” he
said. “ My blow did not seem to sound in the
room beyond the door. Heavens! There . is
some one moving below. Some one is coming
up-stairsl”.

Felix drew a revolver and sprung toward the
head of thesteps. He was not certain who was
coming up, but he knew that it was some dan-
gerous person.

All at once there burst into the room the
ﬁgure of a ponderous woman who was a Colossus
to the boy. .

“ The tigg'ess!” cried Felix. recoiling a step,
and then he threw up the hand that held the six-
shooter. '

“ I have found the lest Nabob. and I want the
door opened that leads to him,” he said to the
woman whose aspect was simply ferocious. “ I
make you the proposition I made your husband
awhile ago. If you liberate Mark Morey, you
shall not be molested, for you have been the
tools of the worst gangin the city; if you refuse
I will see that you go straight to Sing Sing!
The door yonder leads to tWO places: the ,Na-
bob’s prison and the State dungeon! lVe’ve 0t
all the threads of the crime 111 our hands, r3.
Meek. The men you betray shall never lift a
finger against you.” ,

“ Can you promise that?” cried the .Jewess,
slipping forward.

“ I can and I do. Now open the door.”

The wife of the old clothier thrust one hand
into her bosom and drew forth a 60111131‘ key.
The following moment she was at T 9 (1001‘.

“Some man is do“ n tla-rc!" she suddenly ex~
claimed, wheeling upon Felix and glancing to-
ward the stair, and then she seemed ready to
sink to the ﬂoor.

“ What did you say about “Telecting me
from the People we have solved '6” she went on.
“My God! the man below is Harris Hodge!”

Already there was a man on the steps.

“ I will protect you!” said Felix ﬁrmly. “ The
man down there never gets into this room
; alive.” And he went. toward the stair With a
I ﬂash of ﬁerceness in his eyes.

CHAPTER XV.
now LARRY “FOOLED” SHREWD SIMPSON.
i MEANTIME, Larry Lolun was playing what

Come this way,

 
ﬁsh. ‘ ‘ _ _, , T‘

 
‘ little. 'nothing more,” was the reply.

' his teeth. “

' from his (post on the opposite side of the street,

cable him to come back?”

I man certainlly

The Boy Shadow.

 
he called “a capital hand” against Shrewd
Simpson, the independent detective.

The reader will recollect that he left Rogers
Marxe‘s ofﬁce for the purpose of taking Simpson

but he di not seo Felix who, in the guise of a
bootblack, saw his movements, but did not fol-
low him.

Shrewd Simpson appeared very willing,r to be
led from duty by the city rouglnnnd Larry
could hardly conceal his joy when he {glam-(«1
over his shoulder and saw the detectivo at his
heels.

“He sha’n’t escape run as he escaped the
Jewess," ho iiiuttcrcd. “ Just kccp at my hcels
awhile, Shrowd Simpson, and I’ll show you a
little game that catches tho oldest birds,”

If Larry could have known the (lctcctive’s
feelings at that moment, he would not have been
so rofuse in his gratulationS.

f Shrewd Simpson sometimes did some things
which cooler-headed mcn of his class would not
sanction, he was Larry’s match in acumen. He
was, moreover, as bravo as a lion and had been
known to make arrests from which the bravest
ofﬁccrs shrunk. . ‘

He never lost sight of Larry Lolan, and the
rough had not gone far before he found Simp-
son on his side of the street, and only a few
steps behind him.

‘ I told Marxe that I’d get this watch~hound
away and I have done that. I‘m not going to
stop there, though. I failed to play Nezzur-
Adden to my satisfaction to-day, and I believe
I owe a. part of that failure to you, Mr. Simp.
son. You told Estelle that I was Larry Lolan,
andr’nobody else. Who else could have told
her

Larry threatened to lead Shrewd Simpson a
long chase, but the detective did not seem to
care. He seemed to have plenty of time on his
hands. '

All at once Larry was stopped in an unexpect-
ed manner.

As he turned a corner he was brou ht face to
face with a crowd of pea 18 who b ocked the
sidewalk. It was 1m i is to penetrate the
mass, and the New ork rough with an oath
inqui what was the matter. He was told
that a well-dressed man and a stranger had fal-
len in an agiplectic ﬁt, and was then dying on
the sidewa . _ '

.There was nothing in this announcementto
attract-the crook. 1t was only one of the every.
day incidents of cit eXistence.

‘ There’s no aﬁop exy there.” said a, man who
appeared from t e inside of the crowd as tarry
was about to turn away. “ He was tryin to
cross the street before a horsecar‘and fai ed;

othit'and tumbled onto the stones. I Half a
dozen saw it. "They’re coming With him now.
Stand back there, please.

The next moment seVei-al men appeared ca -
mg the imconscious body'of the Victim of t e
accident. A big policeman broke away through
the crowd. ' ' _

Larry‘instinctively leaned forward and in a
second e was looking into the man’s ace-

“Hades and‘hornsl” cried the ton h, as his
Ezra became riveted upon the bl less but

ndnome face on the stretcher. ' “ That is Clyde
Caldwell, the girl’s lover who was in Europe.
When did he get back i”

The men and their burden had passed on, and
the crowd was closing in behind again.

‘ Larry forgot Shrewd Simpson. I

“ We. don t want that man in the game now,”
he said to himself. “ From what I’ve heard of
him he 18 capable of giving us a. good deal of
trouble. Estelle‘cannot know of his return.
She was not looking for him. Did somebody

The unconscious man had been taken away.
and the crowd was rapidly dissolving.

“Is he badly hurt?’_ Larry asked a man who
had witnessed the acoldent.

“Ch, no, knocked unconscious and bruised a

o is he?”

“Th found a 1‘s in his ke w
him all. a Mr. Baiiiweu. or Thi°n°~riir§i§§§§§ini

Larry knew he had made' no mistake; the
’ ' was Estelle’s absent suitor, and
Mane 8 mm .

“Are the ‘ to take him home?”

6 y gonig asked

“ When he comes to,” was the reply. ~ 1

Larry moved on. , I

“ Somethings got to be done,” he said between i
his man must not be allowed to

come into the game now. Estelle must not I
know that he has comeback. By heavens! he

shall not see her! . I know where he lives. A l
y

 
.manknookeddownby astroetcar andbadl

 
bruised isn’t going to call on his woman before
he is himself again.”

The man stopped suddenly at the end of his
sentence and looked after the stretcher and its
occu ant, but both had disappeared.

A1 at once he thought of Shrch Simpson.

“ By Jericho! this unexpected accident took
Sim ison clear out of my head!” he exclaimed.
“ Wliere is the watch-dog now?“

Larry tried to answer his own Question by
thrmving shrewd glances around, and for sover-
ul minutes his eyes searched fox-like for the man
who had lately been on his tra ck.

hit not a glimpse of the detective could he
catm.

“ V011, he W<’n’t go bi.cl: to Broad stre: t, any-
how, or, if he docs, ho Won’t find Marxe in the
office. I’ve thrown him 011’ the scent, but I was
going to do more than that. I intended to ﬁx
.‘hi'owd Simpson forovcrl There was to be no
well husincss this time.”

The crook did not nit the scene of tho acci-
dciit until he Was satisilcd that the hotspur de-
tective was not there, then he turned abruptly
and darted down a narrow street at a sudden
turning of which he plunged into a hallway.

The house entrrcd by Larry was a notorious
resort of criminals of all descriptions, and was
not far from the spot where the crook had lost
sight of Slirewd Simp-on.

Larry shut the easy swinging door behind him
and opened another at the side of the hallway.
The next moment he stood in a small room fur-
nished with a counter and shelves on which were
a number of liquor bottles and colored goblets.

This place, known to the fraternity as “ Para-
dise Lost,” was not strange to Larry. He had
enl ered it a thousand times before, and his cred-
it was good enough to let him run up an occa-
sional account With the prOprietor.

‘As a usual thing from t reeto ten crooks were
always to be found in the rinking room of the
“Paradise Lost,” but this time Larry was not
confronted by any. consequently he need treat
nobody but himself. ,,

He walked straight to the bar, which was pre-
sided over by a little man who was almost hide—
ously peck-marked and had but one eye. He
grinned when he saw Larry, whom he seemed
to recognize, and took down a certain bottle, as
if he knew his customer’s exact wants.

Larry ured the thick glass full and throw
back his end. to down the red-hot contentsat a
single swallow; but the next instant he lowered
his hand, sprung back, and turned half-way

(1.

Over the shelves hnn a mirror, and the crook
had seen in it the reﬂec 'on of a face he was not
looking for in “ Paradise Lost.”

“ Hold on! I have you, Larry!” said’a voice
as the crock wheeled, and a; revolver lea at
his face as a- man stepped forward. “ knew
you would come here, and so I came and
WaiMI” \ . ‘

There_wa§ triumph in every word, and Larry
Lolan hit his lips, for he was looking into the
ey‘eslof Shrtmd sImp-son! t 11- la ed t,”

es 6 game is ret we on
contingiiued the detective.p y ' p y

“What. nine?” ‘ r

“ The in mg Nabob one,” was the answer.

“What are you going to do with me?” snap:

ped Larry.
QTREG you to number three hundred Mul-

The' crook recoiled. That was the general
ofﬁce of the elty detective force, and was 90*!
tar away. _ .

"You W111 g0, 9h, Larry?” continued Simp-
son.

“ Confound it, I have to, I guess! But when

. Von charge me with being mixed up in the Na-

ob business. you’re off our base.”

Shrewd Simpson ma e no reply, but stepped
forward before Larry could prepare ‘for a sur-
prise, and the click of a steel bracelet told the
crook that he was surely caught.

A minute later the two men were ‘on the
street.

Larry glanced up at his captor, and then went
to work at the handcuffs. It was not the ﬁrst
time he had felt them at his wrists, but they had
never held him long. - .

“ Now. Simpson, I’ll show you a trick,” mut-
tered Larry, a little further on.

The next second he threw up his hands and
struck the. detective aterrible blow in the face
with the irons. Shrewd Simpson reeled; the
handcuffs rung on the pavement; Larry was
running away!

The detective was after him in a moment.

Revolver in hand, he ran in and out among the . out a murmur.”

ple like a fox: it was an exciting chase, and

 
l the ﬂ 1
‘and re

 
l

I found that he had a runner at his heels. _ but he did not move.

W

Suddenly he sprung down an alleyway. The
following second Shrer Simpson was at its
mouth.

The glare of a light for a moment showed him
pf man; be halted, threw up his hand,

With the ﬂash and the ringing shot a human-
ﬁgure halted in ﬂight, and a wild cry rung from
a man’s lips. The next momcnt a man tell for-
ward on his face.

“They don’t often get away,” said Shrend
Simpson as he moved toward his victim.

Midway in the alley he bent over the crook
and heard a groan from his lips.

“ You’re right, Simpson; the game’s about
played out,” said Lnrr .

d Tgcn the crook’s head fell back; he was
ea .

CHAPTER XVI.
FELIX WINS A VICTORY.

WE go back to Felix in the third story of the
old J ew’s establishment, and waiting at the head
of the stairs for the. man supposed to he Harris
Hodge, the cool City, desperado and Rogers
Marxe s most dangerous tool.

The boy detective did not shrink from the-

combat which he knew was inevitable. but stood '

on the landin revolver in hand and waited for-
the man who ad not seen him.

Mrs. Meek stood pale and shuddering near the
door that he t the missing Nabob from libert .
With the w of Sin Sing before her eyes, s e
secretly Wished that elix would get the best of

the ﬁght althou h under other circumstances

she would have shed at his throat.

“ Halt! where yen are 1” suddenly cried Felix
as the ﬁ to of, Harris Hodge rose above the
level of t 6 top step.

The crook halted and his hand mOVed quickly
toward a hip pocket.

“I have the

“Draw and drﬁp,” said Felix.
best band, Ml}. odge. and you don’t want to
show an agility here. Come up. Don’t be
back? ; this is a place you’ve visited be-

ore. .

The boy Ste back but he t the villain
covered with Bifi-evolvér, and edge came on
doggedly.

His countenance was an admixture of fury
and chagrin.

“ You did it,” he flashed when he caught at ht
of the Jewish Amazon. “You. have given zhe
gigolo game away, and you, shall pay for it,

S‘ Silence!” said Felix over the pistol. “ Open
the door, Mrs. Meek.”

“If on dare!” grated Hodge, and he would.
have t rown himself forward if the menace of
eye and revolver, had not deterred him.

Frightened by his look and voice the Jewess
hesnated. ‘ .

“ Unlock the door l” commanded the ho spot-
ter. “ If that man attempts tointerfere will
ﬁe tinned overto the coroner and. not to the po-

ce. '

HIS. Meek took a key from her pocket and in-
serted it into the lock turned. it quickly to the
right, and then threw door open.

Amen in his shut-sleeves Was-reading at n

. little table under one jet. As the door opened

he threw down the book. sprung up and then
came forw

Astonishment lit up his eyes when he crossed ‘

the threshold of whathad been his prison; he
did not know what to make of a. big man held
at be by the revolver of a ho .

“ on are Mark Morey?” as ed Felix.

“ That l§ my name,” was the re 3".

“Thamissing Nabcb some p call you. I
am Felix Fox, but you don know me, which

makes no difference. That man onder is Har- . ~

ris Hotspur, sometimes called 0d 9. He is
one of the two men who have helpe' a certain
Broad street smart Aleck in a shrewd little
game. Do you reco “no him i”

Mark Morey lean forward and looked Hodge
over from head to foot. . 1

“ He is the exact size‘ of one of the men by
whom I was brought here tavern! week: Ago,
he Said. '

“ He is one of the men. There were two were
there not?”

is"

   
” / ‘  
“The 'otberis called Larry Lolan. shrewd,   "

Simpson is taking care of him inst now. You “ “

will exchange places with Mr. Hod
Felix stopped neide as he ﬁnish
toward the open door with his left hand, . .

now.”

“Walk in, Mr. Hodge.” he said to he crook.

“ The Naboo gives up his quarters to- 
- A dark scowl passed over the villain’s Icon

and pointed "

     
“e ‘4»

The Bey Shadow.

 
“ Not going, eh?” cried Felix. “ You do not
want to disobey at this stage of the game,
Harris Hodge. Forward, sirl’

“ I Won’t! by heavensl—”

“ Very well, then,” interrupted Felix, his eye
glancing anew, as the entrapped rascal saw, over
the barrel of the 31x shooter. “ l snail be com-
pullerhto leave you where you are.”

" I’ll go, curse you, city rat!” growled Hodge.
“ This game isn’t as near out as you think!”

Felix’s reply was a smile whicu discredited
me crook’s mad assertion.

Harris Hodge moved forward and Mrs. Meek
recoiled as he came near.

He cressed the threshold of the little room and
Felix made a sign for the J ewess to shut the
«loor, an act which was acCompiished in the
space of a ﬂash, and the spider was caught in
his own trap!

" Can that door be unlocked from the inside?”
asked the young 5 otter.

Mrs. Meek shoe her head.

“ What is the condition of the front win-
dows?" he continued turning to the Nabob.

“ They are secure. I canvassed every chance
for liberty,” was the reply. “ I am convinced
that that room was prepared for me before I
came. Isn’t this true, woman?”

“ Meester Hodge and Lolan worked at it a
whole week,” was the reply.

“ I knew it! But how is Estelle?”

“Oh, the irl’s all serene,”smiled Felix.

“ Thank seven for that,” ejaculated the
banker. “ The plot is against her.”

“ And 9. COO! plot it is for beauty and big
money. Bnt we've got the twist on the gang
now, and there’ll be a sensation for themorning
papers."

“ Roger Marxe! He has been arrested, of
course? '

“ He is free and has an engagement with Es-
telle to-night.”

Mark Morey started toward the stairs with an
ea r cry.

‘ Show me to this villain of villains!” be ex-
claimed, as he turned upon Felix with ﬂashing
eyes. “ Stand me face to face with this traitor
partner of mine and Iwill give you half I’m
worth.”

“ Don’t be rushed,” said the boy spotter.
“ There’s plenty of time. I have given this we-
man a pledge that she shall not be molested.
She and her husband have been the gang’s tools.
Harris Hodge and his pal have held a sword
over their heads. Will you respect the pledge?”

Mark Morey looked at Mrs. Meek and then a
the door that shut Hodge in. '

“ I’m going to let the law take its course,” he
said. “There are some things I cannot forget.
This woman could have informed the police:at
any time. Why didn’t she do it?

“ You wanted money more than you hated
crime,” continued the Nabob, addressing the
J ewess.

“ More than once you threatened tb ﬂy at my
throat. If you promise to leave the city within
twent -four hours I will do nothing. If at the
end 0 that time I ﬁnd you here I will open the
doors of the Tombs for you. What do you say?”

Mrs. Meek was speechless.

“ I will answer for her,” said Felix. “ She
will go.”

Then the boy stretched out his hand for the
key to Hodge’s prison, and thrust it into a
pocket when it had been obtained.

A minute later the three went down stairs and
Felix glanced toward the cot where he had left
Mosss unconscious, if not dead, as the reader
remembers.

He saw the outlines of the old Jew’s ﬁgure:
they were ﬁxed like the outlines of a corpse.

Mrs. Meek went toward the cot.

“ Wait,” whispered Felix to the Naboh. “ I
want to hear how Moses is.”

The two men saw the Amazon bend over the
cot, but for a moment only. She sprung up as
if a Serpent had crept from beneath the scanty
cover.

“Daddy Moses is dead,” she said, coming to-
ward the spectators.

“ And he never got his deserts, I’ll bet my
life l” said Mark Morey.

Felix and the Nabob turned away and retired
to the store-room below.

At the boy’s request Morey pulled his hat
over his eyes, and the two hurried down-

stain.

Nobody recognized the missing millionaire in
the man who walked beside Felix until the pair
were about to enter a cab which the ‘boy had

is that moment Felix felt a hand on his arm,
and he turned to look into a pair of eyes that
fairly glistened.

 
“ You got him, I see!” said the owner of the
eyes in a whis er. “ I got the pal, but I had a
tussle for him. ’

“ Where is Larry?” asked Felix.

“On his way to the morgue. Confound it! I
had to do it. He. gave me the bracelets full in
the face, and struck out.”

“ Go hat-k to the nest and keep an eye on
Hod e’s prison,” the boy said. “ The Nabob
and have an engagement with Marxe at Es-
telle’s home.”

Shtrewd Simpson’s eyes showed his astonish-
mcn .

“ You trust him further than I do.”

Felix laughed, and sprung into the cab, which
was driven oﬂ’ rapidly.

At the end of ten minutes it drew up in front
of the Nabob’s reSIdeuce, and its occupants
sprung out.

As he alighted, Felix looked at a small watch
which he took from 1113 pocket.

“ He will be here in eight minutes,” he said.

CHAPTER XVII,
. THE HUNT ENDS. .

IT is not our intention to describe the meet-
ing of .Estelle and the Broad street banker, her
guardian and friend.

Fehx looked on with a smile of pleasure at the
corners of his mouth, and with a gleam of solid
satisfaction in his eyes.

“ This is your work. I want to thank you!”
exclaimed the beautiful girl, coming toward
the boy spotter. “ I have not forgotten the
promise you gave me when I ﬁrst sent for you.”

“_I guess I got there, didn’t I?” laughed
Fellx. “ When I discovered that Rogers Marxe
was at the bottom of the conspiracy, I knew I
would win.” ‘

“ Rogers Marxe!” exclaimed the Nabob.
“You have told me that he was to come here
to-ni ht.”

. “ hat is 'ust what he is to do, and the time
is up, too. on will go into you room and come
out only when Estelle touches one of the keys of
the iano.”

ark Morey would have spoken again, when
the tones of the bell startled all. ‘

Morey sprung back into a room that adjoined
the parlor, and he and the boy detective began
to listen at the door. Estelle stood composed in
the center of the parlor, ready to confront the
man who had played so villainously for her band.

In a little while the servant who had answer-
ed the ring entered the parlor with a letter for
Estelle. .

She opened the message and turned pale.

“ Heavens!” he will never come!” she cried.

The boy spotter snatched the paper from her
hand, and read one startling line: '

“ Esramm—I am at the office—dead!
“ Rooms Msaxn.”

“ He dared not come!” said Mark Morey,
ﬁercely. “ He must have suspected my presence
here. Come, we will go to him, Felix Fox.”

It was not long before a cab bore the couple
toward Broad street, and Felix was at the
Nabob’s side when he sprung up the steps lead-
ing to the ofﬁce.

" The door is unlocked,”-said Felix, grasping
theérnob, and the next moment he was on the
11181 e.

The ﬁrst thing the boy saw was an open safe,
with some papers scattered about the ﬂoor.
Then he noticed a man seated at the desk, his
body bent forward as if he had fallen asleep in
his chair. ,

Morey and the Boy Shadower reached his
side at the same moment. and the hand of the
broker millionaire fell heavily upon the man‘s
shoulder.

“ Marxe, look up here!” said Morey, sternly.

There was no reply, the man did not move.

“ The mesaage said he was dead, and dead he
is!" said Felix. .

In a moment the pair had raised the man’s
head, and something dropped from one of his
hands to the ﬂoor.

“ See here!” cried Felix, picking u a vial

 
labeled “poison,” and holdin it up to orey’s
gaze. “ This is the last hand e layed.”
The broker turned away and lacked into the

partner’s face. Death had set his seal on the
villain’s countenance.

“ He took his choice between death and a visit
to Estelle, and death won,” Felix said. “ Now
Mr. Morey, if you will examine the contents of

our safe to see what this man has done since he
began his game, I will go and look after Shrewd
Simpson and Harris Hodge.”

The Nabob went to work at once. and Felix

of Moses the Jew. .
he hour was still early, but the establishment
was closed, and silence had sealed its doors.

“ What has happened?” ejaculated the boy
spotter.

“ A good deal,” said a voice at his elbow.
“ The man who makes a cage, knows how to get
out if it entraps him.”

” W but do you mean, Simpson?”

“ Harris Hodge has escaped l"

The boy’s ﬁrst reply was a blank stare, then
he caught Shrewd Simpson’s arm and cried:

“ 1 can’t believe this! Did the woman let him
out?”

“ No. He forced the window above us, and
actually dropped from mil to sill at the risk of
his life. Half a dozm people saw the daring
feat, but did not know who he was. He was
gone when I got here, and I have been trying to
strike his trail. I entered the house by means of
the underground passage from Jacob's saloon.
Its only occupant just now is the dead. Old
Moses is u stairs where you left him. His Wife
and his children have made off as if Satan and
his legions were trooping behind them.”

Felix Fox stood s ellbound by this startling
and unexpected reve ation.

His hunt would not be complete without Har—
ris Hodge.

“ If he does not know that Marxe is dead, he
may visit the Broad street office,” suddenly ex—
claimed Felix. “Come, Simpson, we must go
back there.”

The vicinity of the Jew’s trap was soon desert-
ed by the two detectives, and they were hasten-
ing toward the building in which Felix had left
the Naboh. There are several squares between
Moses’s place and the broker’s up—stairs ofﬁce,
and the Journey was not made in a little while.

“ Hark! something is going on ugthere,” cried
the boy spotter, as he reached the road stair,

“ There is a struggle of some kind,” said Simp'
son. -

Felix sprung up the steps, two at a time, and
ran like a deer to the oﬂice. Shi'er Simpson
was not able to keep up with the boy.

Felix did not hesitate to s ring into the room
when he had opened the Oor. The gas-light
showed him two men writhing like grappled
tigers on the ﬂoor close to a persnn who sat mo-
tionless in a desk chair. _

“ It is Harris Hodge!” cried the boy detective,
and the next moment he threw himself upon the
uppermost man.- I '

Shrewd Simpson was not long adding himself
to the aﬂfray, and Harris Hodge was jerked from
the man he clutched. and confronted with a re-
volver that menaced his life. . .,

The Nabob recovered slowly, for he was ex-
hausted, which showed that Felix and Simpson
had arrived in the nick of time.

Need we say that the morning papers present-
ed the people with the solution of the mystery of
the Nabob? .

The account made very interesting reading
and the New Yorkers, especially the wealthier
ones, rejoiced over the destruction of the men
who had planned and carried out the most start-
ling abduction of modern times.

Ever body learned that the cab which took
Mark orey from his ofﬁce on the day of the
crime was driven by Larry Lolan and that the
broker millionaire found Harris Hodge inside
when he entered. He was instantly seized and
choker! insensible, and at a certain hour con-
veyed to the old Jew’s where a cage 'had been
prepared for him.

All this villainy had been prepared by Rogers
Marxe who intended by it to force Este le to be-
come his wife.

Felix Fox came in for a. large share of the
glory attached to the .solvmg of the mystery,
and he was not only paid the reward offered for
Mark Morey but received other substantial re-
cognition besides. .

Harris Hodge was tried for the crime and re-
ceived a length sentence to Sin Sing where he
now is, while arry, his pal, an Marxe his em-
ployer met the speedier fate of the evd-doer.

Clyde Caldwell, Estelle’s lover, who wasstrnck
h a car, the same day of his arrival from

"POPS, had 8. speedy recovery, and in a short
time made the beautiful girl his wife.

If Larry had not been molested there is no
telling what might have befollen Caldwell, for
the crook already had his eyes uppn him.

Shrewd Simpson was not unwilling to put on
new feathers over his shared the glory, and we

will not deprive him of one.

A brother Jew stopped :lnto on of old

she

 
left the room.
He made his way as rapidly as possible to

Moses’ shop after his. death; but the Amazon
and her family never came back. ' ‘ ,
~ '13]: nun. .

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494 Early inn. the Young Ferryman Detective.

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50 llurt Bunker. the Trapper.
59 The White Buil'alo. A Tale of the Northweet

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40 Roving new A ﬁlmy of: Y A orieeu.
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BY “’31. G. PATTEN.
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519 0. mn My-terv t or. Five in One.
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91 The Frontier Angel,
93 The Boy Miner-l or, The Enchanted bland-
39 The Hunted Hunter; or, 7).. Share Her-ulna.
154 The Half-Blood: «v.11.- Panther of the Plain-
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.78 The Three Tn i M tor.
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BY W. J. HAMILTON.
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T9 Ma Tom Weetern, the Town Reaper. '
88’? Ben Bird. the Cave King; or, Big rete’e Scoop.

BY .1 ACK FARBAOUT.

815 Ned. the Cabin Boy.

8130 The Sea Sorcereu; or. The Boy Skipper.
BY FRANK DUMONT.

190 The Branded ﬂandl or. The Man of Myetery.

}27 ﬁllld-ﬁllre. the Boner-iii "It: Road. D no t h
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171 Eben Dane; «tr El‘ho Rely-l Marilee. y. '

185 Evil Vet or, The Vultllrel oi the Rio Grande.
BY LIEUT. H. D. PERRY. U. S. N.
176 The Roy Runaway; or. The ilacrenoer of the Bey.
180 The Sea Trailer: or. A-Vow Wel‘i Kept.
19. Captain Kit; of. Til. Mylar} of Montaull Point.
BY HARRY HAZARD.

898 Arkaneaw Jacki 0". The Scoum of the Minot.
339 Redmm“ Tom‘ or,'The Demnn’u Trail.
842 The Mountain Devil; 0r. Yellow Jack. the Outlaw.

BY (:01. A. 131101.12
lno‘k Buck-kin: er. The Muted Mon olDeail anea.

899
419 kenneth, the KnUe—Klllu.
485L1ttle Lighti’oot, the Pilot 0! the Woode.

BY J. w. 05mm. ‘
469 The Bi 1 6i fNowhar'
49“ (laetua guru‘h'lztai‘dn from Hard Luck.
58? Old Ihlcke e. the Sierra Shadow.
564 Powder Fill, the Boy Minor. ,

BY FREDERICK DEWEY.
818 Cimarron Jack, the King-Pin of Riﬂe-Shots

478 Tangemund ill Duert lletectlvu.
542 The Canyon: Plurda.

BY ARTHUR C. GRISSOH.

440 Little Foxf o a» Gold Bowie Kid.
568 Tile Sure-Sling; Phrde.

BY LIEUT. A. K. ﬁlms.
546 Captain Caotnll, thoChaparral Cook.
568 Th- n a ram .
569 Brdohlg'n 3... mum-Han...“ now

MISCELLAN E0 L‘s AUTHORS.

,4 The Wild-Hone Iluntera. By Cunt. Mayne M aad
Frederick Whittaker.
Adventures of Baron Mum-haan

12 Gulliver‘l Travela. Bv Dean swift.

14 Aladdin: or. The Wondernt Lamp.

16 Robnaam Oruaoe. (‘11 lllullntiom.)

18 Sindhad the Sailor. Hi- Seren Vovegee.

22 The Sea Serpent; or. The Boy Robin-en Crone. Dylan

Lewle.
88 The Ocean Bloo hound; or, The Red Pinter o! the

Corrihmae. By S. W. lerce.
86 The Boy Clownt or, The Queen oithe Arena. By Frank

.. inn.
38 Ned “’ylde. the Boy Scent. By Texan Jack.
51 Tchle Boy Riﬂe" or. The Undergmad Camp. By Arellie
. l’OIlI.
95 Tile Rival Revere: or, The Fmbootenoftle lib-Mpg
By Liam-Col. Haultine.

98 Robin ﬂood. the Duel-wad lurk on'ﬂn Hmy Men otGleea.
wood. By Prof. Glider-lure.

 
105 Old Rube, the Hunter; or, The Crow Captive. “Captain

Hamilton Holmes.
112 The Mad Hunters or. T1" CI" 0' built. 873an '
184 Elma. the Texan: or, The Young Champion. By George
arson.

188 The Yonn Privateer: 0?» The Pinte’e Stronghold. By

Harry Coven ie .

148 an 8am: or The Adven tom of it Fri .1 , J
Ale.x:npder Pattern, "I 1.. 3°, a,

D k D rreil
a? lo‘vll:toze. .3! lid;

261 {Ema Feamaulht the New erk Boy. 8: WI.
Oll-
’ the Guide '
38‘s §;Ié:.a:ec. D. wuwmt or. Davy Crochet“  Trail.

’98 Red Claw the One-Eyed Trapper; or,,'l'lle Maid ofthe CHI.
By Captain ometock.

— - kl’et th I. Leedville. u
8 zluﬁxﬁifnd ram? "'1’ w M w w

ans The Sky Iterative: or, A Boy’l Mi ’0' “‘0‘” "Mr
By Maior Mickey Free.

850 Red Ralph. the Fiver Revert "in. W ."
Venn. By Ned Built in.

865 Baltimore Ben tile Booibiuk Detective. Dy LP Rent.
874 gold-Duet Torn; or. Bell’e Deuble Hatch. By M H.
one.

are California Joe’e mm Trail. By Ooh-oi hon-
oyer Mon-terry.

418 Billy Bombaheﬂ, m CiiiiCllmber. By I. 8. White...

425 The Black Ship. By Mm 8- Wm"-

Tre r: or. T] G ~
"‘1 Earn“. m reerl Ranger eitheYel

Hanrv .l. Tin»an

888 \Vizard \rm. 0w Dandy Sport- ‘BrMh-rl‘moit.

539 The l‘owhoy Dal-1‘. By Eilvin Brooke For“

552 Ariel, ammo... By David Druid. . r
A New Irene Ever! Tied".

The Half-Dino Li‘rary in [or eele by m m-

...nmhoreentbymailonreoeipioielxm“ .

awn: AND “All. 1’.“

"Willie-MINY-h

484 Comanche. Dick aad Hi! Three TIMI“. . .V  "

 
4 18 Nickel-Plate Ned; nr, Deadwood Dick Jr'n Deﬁance.

 
Published Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents.

BY EDWARD L. “WHEELER.

Deadwood Dick Noveln.

1 Deadwood Dlek, (he i'l'int'e ul‘thi: Rmni.
20 Double Daggers; or. l).-n«iwomi Dick's Deﬁance.
28 Illlifa’it- lien; 0r. Dvmhvomi Dix-k in Disguise.
35 \l'lili qulI. UN “0:; “liiiiiie DilVlli.
42 l’hnntom .‘lllnor; or, i)i‘rl(l\\'lltlll Dick‘s llouunzu.
49 Ilinaha Dll: “r. i’rmiwumi hit-i. in Dunuvr.
5? Deadwood Diek‘n Eagle-l; or, The Mini: oi Flood BM,
73 Deadwood Dick on Del-L: or. (‘uhunitv Julia-.Ihv Heroine.
77 (.‘orduroy (‘iliirlle; or. liviniu-ooii Dick's Lust Act
100 Deadwood DIM. In Lendtille.
1‘04 Deadwood Dlek‘u Device: vi. The Dollilii! Cross Sign.
109 Deadwood DIi-k an Delmeiivu.
129 Deadwood Diek‘n Double: or. The Ghost. of Gorgon'n

(illit'il.
188 "lunde In”: or, Dunniwnmi Dii'k'n Home Dune.
149 Game of Gold; or. ih‘uilwootl Dirk‘n ilii: Strike.
“$6 Deitdwood Dick 01’ Dead Wood; or. Tim l’irkud l’nriy.
195 Deadme DIek‘n Dream; or, This Rivals oi‘tiw lioml.
201 The lllaek "Ill! Jezebel; or, Deadwood D rk's “'nrd.
205 Deadwood Diek‘n Doom; or. Culuniiiy Jitiiu'u Lani. Ad-
venture.
217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl iiri nnd
221 Sugar-Coated Nani: or, The iiiucif Gown.
282 Gold-Dual Dlek. A lioumnw ol'llongln nnd Toughs.
263 Deadwood Diek’n Divide; nr. 'i‘hn Spirit 0i5wnmp Luke.

 
968 Deadwood Diek‘n Death Trail.

809 Deadwood Diek’n Big Deal: 0!. The Gold Brick of ‘
lregim.

821 Deadwood Diek'n Dozen; or. The Fnkir ofPimntoni Fiiiln.

847 Deadwood DIck‘u ﬂuent-A; ur, Rainy Duyu in the Dig.

mun».
851 Deadwood Dick Fenteneed; or. The Terrible Vendettil.
862 Deadwood Dlek‘n Claim; ur, The Fairy Face of Faro

i‘ iiiln.
405 Deadwood Dick III Dead ('liy.
410 lpbeudwood lllek’n Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Jonn
"Mar.
421 Deadwood Dick In New York; or, A “ Culo Core.”
480 Deadwood Dlek'n Dust; or, The Chained llnnd.
446 Dead wood Dlek, Jr.

458 l:undiiowor Ham, oi Shunt; or, Deadwood Dick Jr'n Full
inn .
459 Flth Fan, therein-ct; or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Big Round.

U I.

485 gallilloloFiy, of Phunix; or, Deadwood. Dick Jr's Rocket, m,
I il in ~

471 Bozeman Bill; or. Demiwood Dirk Jr'n Conn].

476 llunbboldt llarry, the Hurricane; or. Deadwood Dick .lr’a

elective.

4R] Moll Myntery; or, Deadwood Dirk Jr. in Deadwood.

491 1"”?36 l’lntol, the Kim: at the Went; or, Deadwood Dick
r'u ,omimct.

490 Mon to Cr Ito, {I'd "r. Deﬂdwoivd Dick Jr'n inheritance.

 E; _d WK": lll’lﬁli':  ‘15:; or, Dr. Deoth-Grip'n Swoop.

on o - ' ‘ nce.

515 Dent woo! DIek’I l’rotegee.

wvun l’k‘k'ﬁ '1‘lll‘ee.

629 Dead woo Diek‘n Danger Dacia.

684 Dcac wood Dick's Death Hunt.

689 Dead wood Diel.’ Jr.. In Texan.

213 3”"in 'i’li'i' "" ii” it”: i“ “M

eatw c'ouln etc.

554 Deadwood Dick, Jr" In Gotham.

561 Deadwood Dick In Boston.

667 Dead wood Dick, Jr.. in Philadelphia.

Other Novels by E. L. Wheeler.

.6 Cloven "001’, the Budulo Demon.
82 Bob Woolf; or. Thu Uiri Dad-Shot.
M Deuthdi‘aee, Dotedivei or, Life in New York.
45 Did Avalanche ' or, W lid Edna. the Girl Brignud.
53 Jill Bind-0e r., the [icy Phenix.
61 nuekhorn min or, The Rod llllle'i‘eum.
69 Gold Rliie the Shit: mhootor: or. The Bo Donal".
80 Rosebud 1 ob or. ugget Neil, ill-9 Knight,
84 ldyl. the Girl . Iner; or. Rouhud Rob on Hand.
88 Photo I’- D I’ll“; or. Rululiiid Roh'l anpannnge.
93 Conn I p 01 a or, Old Anaconda in Sitting Bull’l Comp.
96 Watch-hie; or. Arum und Angel-i oln Great City.
118 Jack 1103' e the Young Speculntor.
117 Giltrl’ldged Dick. tiw Spun Detective
121 Cinnamon Chip, the. Girl Sport.
135 Bonanza lllll. Miner.
138 lion lloh the Kin‘ol' itoothlnrkc.
141 Solid Sara the 150) Road-Agent.
145 Contain ferret, the New York Detective; or, Boa 305'.
B

 
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161 New York Nell the Boy-Girl Detective.
17': Nobh Nick ordevua; or. The sum. Scnnipc.
181 i Vild rank. the Burlinkin Bravo.
209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective.
818 if‘rltz to the Front; or. The Ventrlloqnill Hunter.
'26 ulnoozer. the Buy Simrp: or, The Arab Detective.
286 Apollo Dill, tho 'l'mil Tornnrlo.

240 1) clone Kit, the Young Gladiator.

844 g. n. Ham, tit. Frontinr Ferret.

u . - 8mm: Secret; or, The Bloody Foot rink.
858 S'erra Sam’n l’ard; or. Die Angus! oi Bi into.
858 ﬂ-erra Sam‘s Seven; or,Tiie Sit-ion Brl c.
278 Jumbo Joe the Buy l’iilrul; or, The Rival Hcin.
277 Denver Doll. the Dutectlve Queen.

281 Denver Doll‘n Victory.

9N5 Denver Doll’n Decoy; or. Little Bill'n Bonnnxa.
291 Turk, the Boy Ferret.

'96 Denver Doli‘n Drin; or. The Road Queen.
999 A No. 1. “I. DMMHR Tull-Taker.

808 ’len June. this ’iirl Miner; or. the iion-Nerved Sport.
25 Kelley, llickev d: 00., the Detectives oi‘ Philuduiphiu.
330 .ittie ouri-k-shot: or. The om Face ofDnggcrIvllle.

884 Kangaroo Kit; on The Minimum: Miner. I

“9 Run nroo Kit'n Racket.

848 Man tan Mike, the Bowery Blood.

858 Find-Clam: Fred, tho Gent lrnm Gopher

868 ‘throkn Jim, the Gold-Gatherer; or, The Lottery of

l 0.
B78 Yrekn Jim’s Prlzc.
878 Nalpoh Ned; or, The Si-cret ol'Sinh City.
3”” (‘ool Kit. the Kiln: Of Kids; or. A Vliinin’s Vengeance,
885 Yreka Jim’ﬁ Joker; or, The kinda of Red Note.
889 Bicycle “on; or. The Lion «(Lightning Lode,
94 Yreka Jim of Yuhn Dam.
400 “'rlnkleu, the Niglit-Wutrh Detective.
41“ “iii! lint llarry. lite Blue Bull Detective.
i'imn Elaboiden. W HeMrJiny Deterlii'e.
434 Jim llenk and Pill, Private Detectives.
43" “onto l"e Sal, the Sim-her.
‘86 Sealnkin Sam. the Slmrkiol’.

BY BUFFALO BILL (110". Wm. F Codi).
B Kaunas! King; or, The Rail Right "and.
19 The Phantom 8V: or, ‘I he l’ilut of the Prairie.
55 Deadly-Eye. the nlmown Scout.
6 Border Robin ﬂood; or The Prnirie Rover.

 
158 Fancy Frank of Colon-n at or. The Trapper'n Troll.

BY CIIARL IS Mllllllls.

118 \Vili Roi-tern, llie llm Dir-Miro.

122 Phil ilardy, ih.- it.“ iloy.

plouyunc “ctr: Ur, Nimiii-imis, ilw Dog Detective.
"Mei-live Dick; or. The lien: in Rugs.
Ilundnome Harry, the Buoihiiu-k Detective.

\l' ill \Vlldllre, the ‘i'linrnnulihred.

t-lhl-lI-I
rind-ﬁr:
NN::.

152 lllul-L "can, \\'il| \i'iiiiiirr‘u Kin-er.

15? M “‘0 Merry, iiu- iinriu-r l’olire Boy.

162 “ill! \Vlidiiro III the “'oodn.

165') Billy Baggage, the Railroad Iiuy.

170 \ 'I‘runlp (‘umlr nr, \\'iii \l'ilnliiru “'in and Local.
17.]. “"1, Rockettg or, .\i_\'~ierie:‘~ 0: New York.

179 Bub Inn-ken ihi- llnn'o Runner.

“Ii-l3 'l‘luI Illdilon I‘Iaud: or, \\ ill \"iiilill‘l“7l Revenge.
157 Fred Ilalyard, the idle i’mnt Hm; or. The Smugglers.
159 Bob lioekett; or. l)l'l\l‘li 1o iin- Wuli.

1913 Sililtlilweti; or, iliih lliwiu'tl'ii Fight for Life.
206 Dark Paul. the Tiger King.
2 2 Dav-hing Dave. the. llnniiv Detective.
220 Tom Tanner; ur. 'l‘hr iliuvic Slump oi the Flock.
25 Sam (ihareonl Ilm Premium linrky.
235 Shadow Hunt. the .‘it‘tlitr'liilu‘r iluy.
242 The Two " liloodn": or, Simuundoniu llili nnii ilin Gang.
252 Dlei.’ Danhawny; or, A Dukotu Boy in ('iiicug...
26’ The \' oulig‘ Hlliirpn: or. iiﬂiilt‘i‘illg Mike‘s ilot Trail.
274 Jolly Jilll. the Detective Apprenlire.
2H9 Jolly .Iim’n July; or‘ Th.- ioung Detective.
293 The \Vater-llouud: or, The Young Thoroughbred.
305 Ila-hawny, of Dakota; or, A Wooten: Luil in the Quaker

i ily.
82; Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Deierilvo.
8 ll ’l'ony 'l‘llorne, [he Vngnhund Detective.
858 The Reporter-Detective; or, Fred l‘iver’l Blizzard.
867 \V IiIe-A wake Joe: or, A Boy of the Times.
879 Larry, the Leveler; or. The lilumic of the Boulevard.
’ Fire.in Jack, the River—Rut Detective.
The. Lout FIu or; or, The Emmi-pad Carhier.
Fred Fiyer, t - lleporier Doiei-iive.
432 lnvlneible Lo an. the Pinkerton Ferret.
451; Billy Brick, l. in Jolly Vngnlmiiii.
466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; 0r, Entumhed Alive.
479 Detective. Dod e; or, The Mystery 0! Frank Henriy.
“'1” Dick Rae 'et.
501 llootl, the Boy Fireman ; or, Too Slurp for the Sharper.
566 The Secret Service Boy Detective.

Mm:-
MN:
ans:-

.5
1:
1.

ll Y OLL CO0MES.

5 Vagabond Joe, the Young Wand-ring Jew.
18 The Dumb Sp .
27 Antelope Abéhn Boy Guide.
81 Keen-knife, the i'rim-e ofthe l‘rnirlcl.
41 Latino Jack, ihv Young Mustang“.
58 The Border K7111; or. The Secret Foe.
71 Delaware DIeL, l. a Young Rumor Spy.
74 Hawk-eve. llarrv the Young ’i‘rnpperRinpr.
88 Rollo, tile Do Ranger.
134 Euro ﬂhot i‘et , the lioy Riﬂemnn.
148 Sear-Fave liaul. the Silent Hunter.
146 ﬂilver Star. the Boy Knight.
153 Ellltle K“. the iloy Demon.
168 Little Texan, the Young bin-auger.
17” "Id ﬂolltury, the Hermit Tm iper.
182 Little llurrienne. th» Bo nptnin.
202 Pro: (Act Pete ; or, The 'oniur Outlaw Hunlofl.
203 The oy Ilere Illeui or, The. Prnirio Trumpc.
218 Tiger Tom. the Texan Terror.
224 Dunhin Dick; or. Trill-per Ton-’3 Condo.
228 Little \ Ildiire, the Yr nnz i’riilrle Nnrund.
2 l'l ’i‘he Part-on Dc teeth e; or. The Little Ranger.
248 The Dlnzulned Guide; or, \‘i'il-l Raven, the Rumor.
260 Dare-Devil Dun, iim Young l’mirle Ranger.
272 Mink-kl" MIL-e, the Boy Shurprhooler.
290 Little Foxfire, lite lioy Spy.
30“ The sky Demon : or. Ruiniu-lt, the Ranger.
884 “'hIp-klng Joe, the Bar Rniichern.
4o» llorenleni or, “it'll, lhe iioy Ranger.
417 “’ebi‘oot Mot-e, the 'l‘rmup “outlive.
422 llnhv I‘nm. the Buy (v‘iunl. oi iht' Yellow-tons.
444 Little lluekukln. ine Yonm.r Pruirlc Centaur.
457 “'Ingedi‘oot Fred; or. Old l‘oinr Soul.
468 Tainarae Tom. the ill; Tm per Buy.
478 Did 'l‘om Rattler, the Red River Epidemic.
482 Stonewall Bob, the Buy 'i‘roiun.
662 Blunder-lag Bani], the ilrrniit Boy Trapper.

DY T. C. llAliDAUGll.

28 Nick 0’ the Night: 0r. 'i'h' “0 Spy oi "It.
87 The Hidden Lodge: hr The. 1. Mr Hunter.
47 Niﬂhiin ale Nat: W. TM i“Well- Ca tainr.
64 Dnudv .fuek; “r. 'i'h' 0””!in “f the gon Trnii.
82 Kit 1 arel'oot, this Wood-Hitwk.
94 Midnight .laei. (; ur.’1'|w “or Trapper.

106 Did Fronty, lhu I‘liltlt‘; or. The “'hitr Queen.

28 Kiowa Charley the White Multunger.

9 Judge Lvneh, Jr.: ni‘. 'I he Buv Viui'lnnte.

5 Gold 'l‘ri er, ii... S u-rl; or, The Girl Avenger.

9 Tormulo ’ m"; or, njun .liwk From Red Core.

3 Ned Temple, tho Border iloy.

N Arkan-aw: hr. '1 in: Quu- in mi Futu‘a Revenge.

7 Navajo Nick. the lloy Gold Hunter.

5 (‘npiuln llullci ; --r, Lillie Touknot’l Crulado.

l l’lm-ky I'llll; of. Row, iho Rel Jezebel.

I "III "rain; at, 1"”:[{illlﬂhsiii‘iliellllckle't

255 (‘nptaln Apoll , lill‘ Kine-Pin of Bowie.

‘ 'l‘he llnekuklu Deteetli‘e.

#379 "iii \l’ineht 0?, The iiiirlukiii Dennerndoes.

294 Dvnamlle Dan; or, The Bowie llinde of Cochetopl- ‘
802 The Mountain Detective: or, The Trigger Bur Body.
816 01 ll Eellpile. 'i'rumn Card of Arizona.

626 The Ten l’ardu: or. The Terror of Trike-Notice.

836 ill: Deli-ion: or. The Quem oi‘ the Louie.

845 l’ltilenn Matt; 0', Red Thiimlerhoii’a Secret.

35o; rumi sum min l’ar'l; 0' Th». Terrible Six.

866 Velvet Foot. the ludinn Dctei'iivti. ..
3"“ (‘Ilptaln Cutiulﬁt 0r, 'l he B-Tcuneer’o Girl F08.

896 Rough Rob: nr.’i‘|io iwin Champions ol‘Blur Bluzel.
411 The Rilken Lam-o: or, The Rose of Rnncli Robin.

41% Felix Fox, the Bay shutter.

425 Texan Til-unify. the. Border Rattler.

486 Phil Fliinli. l W NIH" York Fox.

445 The City Vampires: or. Red Ram'- Piumn.

461 "no Alainnt Fifty; or, 'l‘lm Lnst Mon nl Keno Bar.
470 The. Roy ﬁlladow: 01'. Felix Fox’s Hunt.

477 The Excel-liar Sport: or, The Wuhinglon Spotter.
499 single ﬂight. the (hie-Eyed Sport.

502 Branded Ben, Hm Nzht Ferret.

1512 Dodge]. 1"(nk' this Whurf-pr Detective.

l9 “NMNH-‘HHH‘
9. ulna-3:33:13

  
521 Diek’n Bent Dodge.

528 0 and Falcon. the ilmvurv . litulows.

53" "lei", til“ “Wk Ferret. .

548 Dir-k"- Douhlo; or, The Riul Boy Detectivu.
558 Dick’u Duper-Me Case.

563 Dick. the Boy Vi.iorq_

, detengnzwiwn . ' ._»r

 
BEADLE’SarHALF-DIMErLIBRARY.

N0 Double Numbers.

BY COLDNEL l’lll‘ZN'l‘lh‘H lNGIKAIIAM.

7 The Flying Yankee; Or, The (in-on (lute-uni.
17 Ralph llo ', lili' ltoy liner-unver; or. The Fugitive Yacht.
24 Diamond 1‘ lrk - or, The .\i_\‘.~i-'r.\' riftim Yelioimwne,
62 The Shadow Filip; «Ir. ’l'lu- ilii-ul l.i.-uti~nunis.
75 The lloy Dl'leilnt; or, The (iruiw oi the. Suii~Woli'.
“i2 "lei. Dead-live, the iioy Siiiiigg'ier.
ill The Sen-De“ l: or, 'I he )liiihiiipniunk Lemmy.
116 The “unnat- Captain: or. ’l in- lii‘llllil ui iirii a“...
19? Lillie Grit: “r, ironic. lhls Stork-Tenth r’n Daughter.

20.], “old Plunge; or, i‘iie Kill-(Hove Sport.

216 Ill-on Dill. the i'rim'e oi the Reina.

222 Grit. the Bravo Hpoi-t: or. The Woiuun Trailer.

229 Crimson Kate: M. The (‘mvimy'pi 'i'rlrunph.

237 Lone Mar. the ('mvlmv Curt-in.

245 .“erle the .‘1ldll)' ‘ Ur, ' ‘Iic Freelnnre iii-ir.

250 The liltinhipman Slutlneer; or. llruiuit, lite liner-armor.

26-} ’ll‘liie Floating Feather: or, .\irl'ir Monty‘s. 'l'rensuro
5 Mil“.

269 The Gold Ship; or. Merle. ‘ih‘ Condemned.

276 gel-1e Alonie‘n Cruise; or, The (indie of “The Gold
. up. ’

2340 11 erle 1| onte‘n Fate: or. i‘rnrl. the i’irun-‘I Bride.

284 The Sea Marauder; Ur. Merl" Munro‘s l'io'iige.

2H7 Dilly Dine-Even, ihv Boy Rover of the Rio (:rnuiiv.

304 The Dead Shot. Dandy: or. iit‘nlln.1ile Buy Bngior.

308 l\ ello Kit; or, “end Shot llunily'u iinuhlr.

814  Mysterious Marauder; hr. The Buy Bugler’s Long
Till .

877 llonodeiy the Roy Rover; 0". Th" “"6519” thrmner.

333 The lndiun I'llot; --r, The Search l'rvr l’irnte inland.

387 “'nrpath “'ill. the iioy l‘hnntnin.

398 Seawall; the liny Lieutenant.

402 limdor. the Young- Conuplrutori 0r. The Fntni League.

407 The. Dov ln‘nuruenl; or, The. (‘uhiin Vendetta.

412 The “'Ild 1 aehinman; or, The Wur-Clouu’n Cruin.

429 Duncan Dare. '1)" Ho ~ Refuge».

488 A Cabin Ho ‘n Lue ’; or, The Corsair.

487 The Sea Rn gler.

44] 1'1": Deena 1‘ ll't'ily; 0?, A .\liddy‘n Vengeance.

446 llaphazard llnrr'y. : 0". The Scope rrncu oi‘ the Son.

450 “'lznrd “'Iil: or. “Iv iii-5‘ Ferroto New York.

451 “’lzard “’IIl’n Si reet Seoutil.

462 The llorn Guide; or. The Sailor Boy Wanderer.

46K Neptune Ned. the iluy Counter.

474 Flora; or, Wizurd Will‘s Vnizniiond Pin-d.

483 Ferret." Aﬂoat: or. \l'lznrd Will’l Lut Cm.

437 Nevada Ned. the. lirvnlvw itm-zer.

495 Arizona Joe the “in l’urd ol'l'exm Jock.

497 lint-k Taylor, Kim: oi ih-A anhoyn.

508 The. Iloynl Mlddyi or. The Shark and the Sn Cat.

507 The Ilunted Mid-hi man.

511 The 0utluwed Mid y.

520 Dacia-kin lllll, the (‘mnnnche Shadow.

525 Brother:- In Bneknkln.

580 The Duck-kin Bowen.

585 The line Illlll Rovers.

1540 Captain Ku—Klux, the Marauder or the Rio.

1545 Lieutenant Leo. the Sun of Laﬁtte.

550 Lailtte'n Legacy; or. The Averaging Son.

555 The Creole Cori-air.

560 l'awnee Bill, the Prairie Shadow".

665 Kent Kingdom, the Card King.

BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR.

2 Yellowstone Jack; or, The Tru or.
48 lllaelt John the Road-Agent; or. he Outinw’l Retro“.
65 1 urrieane ism; or. Mil-tang 5m and Hi: Pmi.
. . Samkor. The King 01th. Piuinn.
186 N h t-l awk It; or, The Daughter of tho Rom-h.

n Lance the Boy 8

151 Panther Paul: or, Dainty an‘o to the Reocue.
160 Th llaek Giant: or. Dnlntv Lance in Jzopudy.
1613 Deadly Dth or, Fighting Fire with Fire.
181» The 0y Tro Ion; or. Dninty Lance on tho War-Path.
203 The 0 Pfrdn; or. Dainty lance Unmnlil.
211 Crookc Ca e, the Caliban ofCeii-ntinl Citv.
810 The Barr-non Wolf; or, The Bountiful Decoy.
819 The Black Rider; or. The Hone-Thlenc’ Wu.
.85 0ld Double Fint Wr, The String. Guide.
355 The king of the node: or Dniuei ﬂuom’l Lat Troll
“9 Kit Fox. the Border Bay Detective.

LATEST AND NEW ISSUES.

570 Camille, the Cnrd Queen. 137 Col. Prentiss in In,

on Air-Line Luke. the Young throne". ’3 J. .Cowdrlck.
Dick. In, In Chicago. By E. L. Wheeler.
578 The. Two Shadow-r By T. (a Hnrbnugh.

574 Old Weasel-to . the Min with the Dogs. Br P. s. w"...
575 The Sui-gem:- nt Detective. By Colonel Puniiw

lnmhnm.

576 The Silver Sport. By Linut. A. K. Sims.

577 Pavement Pet , the Secret. Sifter. By Jo Pierce.

57R Deadwood ch. , Jr" Aﬂoat. By Edw-rd L. Wheeler,

579 The Chimney Spy; or, Broadway Biliy’n SIrprln-Pnrty.
[iv J. C. Cowdrick.

580 The Outcast Cadet; or, The Full» Dctoctive. By cm,
Prentiss lngrnnlm.

581 Double-Curve Dan, the Pitcher Demtivc. Dy GW 0.

Jenks.
592 Dodger DIela’n Drop. By 'I'. C. Hnrhnngh.
588 Saffron Sol. the Mn With A Shndow. By Limit. A. K. Sims-
5134 Deadwood Dick, In, In Denver. By Ed. L Wheeler.
585 “illl Waters, tho Dov Ferret. B}: H. Enton.
586 The Buck-kin Avenger. By (oi. Prentiss inmhnm.
5%? 01d “ombuholl, ilie Runner Detective. By Wm. G. Patten.
588 Jug-kqphLuntey-n, tho Under-Sea Pronpeclor. By Jo Pierce.
5159 Tom-Cat and l’ard; 0" The Dead Set at Silver City. By
Lleut. A. K. Sims
590 Deadwood Dick. Jr‘-., Decree. By E. 1.. Wheeler.
591 Delmonttn l-he You'll! Sun-Rover. liy Col. 1’ lngrnhiun.
592 The Dov Pinkerton. By J. C. Cowdrirk.
593 Keen Clem. NW “ﬁnch imp. Br P. S. anr.
594 Little Lon, lilo Strrrt-Sincrr Detective. Hy 1’- (‘. llnrbnugn,
595 hardwood Dick Jr. in Beelzebub’ﬂ Bllﬁiﬂ- B)‘ E-
l.. VVhei-iur. Rand“ Deriimhnr 1K.
596 Jimmy the Kid: 07, A Lamb Among “lulu-ti. By Ch“,
Morris. andy Dt'i'l'nlht‘f ‘25.
597 Tile You"! Texan Detective. 511C“- Pv ingrﬂhlm-
Randy Jnnnnrv l.
598 Flute, the Singer Detective. By GeQ- C. Jenks.
Rl‘ﬂtiv January 8.
599 Jim Dandy, the No-Nnme Sport- 35‘ P. S. anc.
Rendv Jamian I5.
600 Deadwood Dick Jr. at Coney Island. By Edward 1.
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