"If it came to that I'd rather go to jail." It was now nearly seven o'clock and I felt faint for something to eat; so I stumbled upstairs and awakened my butler, who stared at me stupidly when he saw me beside his bed in evening dress.

When I rejoined Gottlieb I found him examining the morning paper, which a boy had just brought to the front door.

Across the front page in double-leaded type was printed: THE DILLINGHAM DIVORCE AGAIN Arthur P.Hawkins Indicted for Perjury Extraordinary Disclosures Expected Two Prominent Criminal Attorneys Said to be Involved "They've raised the hue and cry already!" muttered my partner, pointing to the paper.

"Damn them! How ready they are to turn on a man! Think of all the stories I've given to these very papers! Stories worth thousands of dollars to 'em! And now--they're after our hearts' blood!" While we were waiting for our breakfast he outlined his plan.

We were to get Hawkins out of town as soon as we had given bail for him.