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E ROBBERY
IV THE ANONYMOUS LETTER
V THE SUFFRAGETTE SECRETARY
VI THE WOMAN DETECTIVE
VII THE GANG LEADER
VIII THE SHYSTER LAWYER
IX THE JURY FIXER
X THE AFTERNOON DANCE
XI THE TYPEWRITER CLUE
XII THE "PORTRAIT PARLE"
XIII THE CONVICTION
XIV THE BEAUTY PARLOUR
XV THE PHANTOM CIRCUIT
XVI THE SANITARIUM
XVII THE SOCIETY SCANDAL
XVIII THE WALL STREET WOLF
XIX THE ESCAPE
XX THE METRIC PHOTOGRAPH
XXI THE MORGUE
XXII THE CANARD
XXIII THE CONFESSION
XXIV THE DEBACLE OF DORGAN
XXV THE BLOOD CRYSTALS
XXVI THE WHITE SLAVE
XXVII THE ELECTION NIGHT
I
THE VANISHER
"Hello, Jameson, is Kennedy in?"
I glanced up from the evening papers to encounter the square- jawed, alert face of District Attorney Carton in the doorway of our apartment.
"How do you do, Judge?" I exclaimed. "No, but I expect him any second now. Won't you sit down?"
The District Attorney dropped, rather wearily I thought, into a chair and looked at his watch.
I had made Carton's acquaintance some years before as a cub reporter on the Star while he was a judge of an inferior court. Our acquaintance had grown through several political campaigns in which I had had assignments that brought me into contact with him. More recently some special writing had led me across his trail again in telling the story of his clean-up of graft in the city. At present his weariness was easily accounted for. He was in the midst of the fight of his life for re-election against the so- called "System," headed by Boss Dorgan, in which he had gone far in exposing evils that ranged all the way from vice and the drug traffic to bald election frauds.
"I expect a Mrs. Blackwell here in a few minutes," he remarked, glancing again at his watch. His eye caught the headline of the news story I had been reading and he added quickly, "What do the boys on the Star think of th