I'm not running after them--I'm wanting to find the folk who killed my cousin, and I only hope this young woman'll be able to give me a hand.

And the sooner we get to the bottle of hay and begin prospecting for the needle the better!" But the search for Miss Celia Lennard to which Allerdyke alluded so gloomily was not destined to be either difficult or lengthy.

As he and his companion walked along one of the platforms in the Waverley Station in Edinburgh that evening, on their way to a cab, Allerdyke suddenly uttered a sharp exclamation and seized the American by the elbow, twisting him round in front of a big poster which displayed the portrait of a very beautiful woman.
"Good Lord!" he exclaimed.

"There she is! See?
That's the woman.

Man alive, we've hit it at once! Look!" Fullaway turned and stared, not so much at the portrait as at the big lettering above and beneath it: ZELIE DE LONGARDE, THE WORLD-FAMED SOPRANO.
RECENTLY RETURNED FROM MOSCOW AND ST.