must
repaint all his pictures.

Davidge had left no good-by for Mamise. This hurt her. She wished that
she had stopped to tell him good night the afternoon before.

In his prolonged absence Mamise wondered if he were really in
Pittsburgh or in Washington with Lady Clifton-Wyatt. She experienced
the first luxury of jealousy; it was aggravated by alarm. She was left
alone, a prey to the appeals of Abbie, who could not persuade her to
promise silence.

But the next night Jake was gone. Abbie explained that he had been
called out of town to a meeting of a committee of his benevolent
insurance order. Mamise wondered and surmised.

Jake went to meet Nicky Easton and claim his pay for his share in the
elimination of the _Clara_. Nicky paid him so handsomely that Jake
lost his head and imagined himself already a millionaire. Strangely,
he did not at once set about dividing his wealth among his beloved
"protelariat." He made a royal progress from saloon to saloon, growing
more and more haughty, and pounding on successive bars with a vigor
that increased as his articulation effervesced. His secret would
probably have bubbled out of him if he had not been so offensive that
he was bounced out of every barroom before he had time to get to the
explanation of his wealth. In one "poor man's club" he fell asleep
and rolled off his chair to a comfortable berth among the spittoons.

Next morning Jake woke up with his head swollen and his purse
vanished. He sought out Nicky and demanded another fee. Nicky laughed
at his claim; but Jake grew threatening, and Nicky was frightened into
offering him a chance to win another fortune by sinking another ship.
He staked Jake to the fare for his return and promised to motor down
some dark night and confer with him. Jake rolled home in state.

On the same train went a much interested sleuth who detached himself
from the entourage of Nicky and picked up Jake.

Jake had attracted some attention when he first met Nicky in
Washington, but the sadly overworked Department of Justice could not
provide a squad of escorts for every German or pro-German suspect.
Before the war was over the secret army under Mr. Bielaski reached a
total of two hundred and fifty thousand, but the number of suspects
reached into the millions. From Nicky Easton alone a dozen activities
radiated; and studying him and his communicants was a slow and complex
task.

Mr. Larrey decided that the best way to get a line on Jake