duties, and he turned quickly to the attentive Cassidy.

"Have you got a picture of this young woman?" he asked
brusquely. And when Cassidy had replied in the negative, he
again faced the adventuress with a mocking grin--in which
mockery, too, was a fair fragment for himself, who had been so
thoroughly within her toils of blandishment.

"I'd dearly love to have a photograph of you, Miss Helen Travers
West," he said.

The speech aroused the stolid detective to a new interest.

"Helen Travers West?" he repeated, inquiringly.

"Oh, that's the name she told me," the Inspector explained,
somewhat shamefacedly before this question from his inferior.
Then he chuckled, for he had sense of humor sufficient to triumph
even over his own discomfiture in this encounter. "And she had
me winging, too!" he confessed. "Yes, I admit it." He turned to
the girl admiringly. "You sure are immense, little one
--immense!" He smiled somewhat more in his official manner of
mastery. "And now, may I have the honor of asking you to accept
the escort of Mr. Cassidy to our gallery."

Aggie sprang to her feet and regarded the Inspector with eyes in
which was now no innocence, such as had beguiled him so recently
from those ingenuous orbs.

"Oh, can that stuff!" she cried, crossly. "Let's get down to