eters.

"You got him, didyu?" rasped Mrs. Norton.

"Without the use of anesthetics," answered Magee. "Everybody ready for
one of Mr. Peters' inimitable lunches?"

"Put me down at the head of the list," contributed the mayor.

Myra Thornhill laid down her magazine, and fixed her great black eyes
upon the radiant girl in corduroy.

"And was the walk in the morning air," she asked, "all you expected?"

"All, and much more," laughed Miss Norton, mischievously regarding the
man who had babbled to her of love on the mountain. "By the way, enjoy
Mr. Peters while you can. He's back for just one day."

"Eat, drink, and be merry, for to-morrow the cook leaves, as the fellow
says," supplemented Mr. Max, removing his overcoat.

"How about a quick lunch, Peters?" inquired Magee.

"Out of what, I'd like to know," put in Mrs. Norton. "Not a thing in the
house to eat. Just like a man."

"You didn't look in the right place, ma'am," replied Mr. Peters with
relish. "I got supplies for a couple of days in the kitchen."

"Well, what's the sense in hiding 'em?" the large lady inquired.

"It ain't hiding--it's system," explained Mr. Peters. "Something women
don't understand." He came close to Mr. Magee, and whispered low: "You
didn't warn me there was another of 'em."

"The last, on my word of honor," Magee told him.

"The last," sneered Mr. Peters. "There isn't any last up here." And with
a sidelong glance at the new Eve in his mountain Eden, he turned away to
the kitchen.

"Now," whispered Magee to Miss Norton, "I'll get you that package. I'll
prove that it was for you I fought and bled the mayor of Reuton. Watch
for our chance--when I see you again I'll have it in my pocket."

"You mustn't fail me," she replied. "It means so much."

Mr. Magee started for the stairs. Between him and them loomed suddenly
the great bulk of Mr. Cargan. His hard menacing eyes looked full into
Magee's.

"I want to speak to you, young fellow," he remarked.

"I'm flattered," said Magee, "that you find my company so enchanting. In
ten minutes I'll be ready for another interview."

"You're ready now," answered the mayor, "even if you don't know it." His
tone was that of one correcting a child. He took Mr. Magee's arm in a
grip which recalled to that gentleman a fact the muckraking stories
always dwelt on--how this Cargan had, in the old days, "put away his
man" in many shady corners of a great city.

"Come over here," said Cargan. He led the