"I'll wager a thousand dollars I know what is coming.

Hug me tight, quick! and give me the best kiss you can----any old kind of a one, so you touch my lips with yours before I've got to open that door and let in trouble." The Girl threw her arms around his neck and with the imprint of her lips warm on his the Harvester crossed the room, and his heart dropped from the heights with a thud.

He stepped out, closing the door behind him, and crossing the veranda, passed down the walk.

He recognized the car as belonging to a garage in Onabasha, and in it sat two men, one of whom spoke.
"Are you David Langston ?" "Yes," said the Harvester.
"Did you send a couple of photographs to a New York detective agency a few days ago with inquiries concerning some parties you wanted located ?" "I did," said the Harvester.

"But I was not expecting any such immediate returns." "Your questions touched on a case that long has been in the hands of the agency, and they telegraphed the parties.