discretion was the better part of valor and ceased to struggle,
though now and then I could see he glanced at Kennedy out of the
corner of his eye. To every question he maintained a stolid
silence.

A few minutes later, with the arch anarchist safely pinioned
between us, we were speeding back toward New York, laying plans
for Burke to dispatch warnings abroad to those whose names
appeared on the fatal list, and at the same time to round up as
many of the conspirators as possible in America.

As for Kennedy, his main interest now lay in Baron Kreiger and
Paula. While she had been driven frantic by the outcome of the
terrible pact into which she had been drawn, some one,
undoubtedly, had been trying to sell Baron Kreiger the gun that
had been stolen from the American inventor. Once they had his
money and he had received the plans of the gun, a fatal cigarette
would be smoked. Could we prevent it?

On we tore back to the city, across the bridge and down through
the canyons of East Side streets.

At last we pulled up before the tenement at five hundred and one.
As we did so, one of Burke's men jumped out of the doorway.

"Are we in time?" shouted Burke.

"It's an awful mix-up," returned the man. "I can't make anything
out of it, so I ordered 'em all held here till you came."