ay a minute longer. Come, Sadie,
we will go to the police station. I'll never rest until I have that
monster in jail."

And with another dagger glance at Barnes she swept her niece and
herself out of the room and out of the house to the waiting
automobile.

Barnes gripped his forehead in both hands to steady his reeling
brain.

"Isn't that just like a woman," he complained. "After explaining
explicitly she's going to have him arrested. But, by Jove! I must find
Travers and warn him that the police are on his track."

Seizing his hat and stick he rushed out into the night, just in time
to see Mrs. Burton's--or rather Jabez Hogg's--big car glide away from
the curb and shoot down the avenue like a vast projectile.

CHAPTER XXV.

PHELAN MEETS HIS UNIFORM AGAIN.

About the time the Gladwin mansion was ringing with the shrill
staccato outbursts of Mrs. Elvira Burton, the owner of that luxurious
dwelling was leaning against the Central Park wall a few blocks away
engaged in earnest conversation with a small boy.

"You ought to be in bed," the young man was saying, severely, looking
down at the lad and noting how thinly he was clad and yet how little
he appeared to suffer from the sting of the chill night air.

"Bed nuttin'," responded the boy, curtly. "I'm lookin' fer me dog. Did
yez seen him go by--he's a t'oroughbred an' lost one ear battlin' with
a bull."

"Oh, so you're her brother, then," laughed Gladwin.

"Who's brudder?" asked the boy, suspiciously.

"May's," said Gladwin, "or I should say the brother of Miss May
Henny."

"Hully gee!" ejaculated the boy. "Did dat kid skin out too after me
an' the old man tellin' her to stay in bed an' shut up her bellerin?"

"Yes," said Gladwin, "and the young lady, with my aid, found the
valuable animal you are searching for--a black dog with a white spot
over the right eye and no tail."

"Hully gee!" cried the boy, ecstatically. "She found him, eh? Well,
who'd a-t'ought it, an' me lookin' fer him tree hours. Where did she
find him, officer? His name's Mike--named after me old man's boss what
bites nails."

"We found him in the park in company with a disreputable friend," said
Gladwin.

"A yaller mut?" asked the boy, with a contemptuous emphasis on the
_mut_. "Dat's the janitor's dog an' he's nottin' but a tramp. I wisht
he'd fall in de river an' get et by a catfish."

"I wouldn't wish him all that hard luck," laughed Gladwin, "for he had
a large bone he was