nnie Myers, I do not
know; but there is something here that I am afraid of. Jimmie, you must
get that man, you must get the others if there are others, and you
must stop them from getting the money in that house to-night! Do you
understand now why I have come here? I could not explain in a letter;
I do not quite seem to be explaining now. It would seem as though
there were no need for the Gray Seal--that simply the police should be
notified. But I KNOW, Jimmie, call it intuition, what you will, I know
that there is need for us, for you to-night--that behind all this is a
tragedy, deeper, blacker, than even the brutal, cold-blooded murder that
is already done."

Her voice, in its passionate earnestness, died away; and an anger,
cold, grim, remorseless, settled upon Jimmie Dale--settled as it always
settled upon him at her call to arms. His brain was already at work in
its quick, instant way, probing, sifting, planning. She was right! It
was strange, it was more than strange that, with the added risk, the
danger, the difficulty, the man should have been brought miles to be
done away with in that tenement! Why? Connie Myers took form before
him--the coarse features, the tawny hair that straggled across the low
forehead, the shifty eyes that were an indeterminate colour between
brown and gray, the thin lips that seemed to draw in and give the jaw
a protruding, belligerent effect. And Connie Myers knew him as Jimmie
Dale--it would have to be then as Larry the Bat that the Gray Seal must
work. That meant time--to go to the Sanctuary and change.

"The police," he asked suddenly, aloud, "they have not yet discovered
the body?"

"Not yet," she replied hurriedly. "And that is still another reason
for haste--there is no telling when they will. See--here!" She thrust
a paper into his hand. "Here is a plan of old Doyle's house, and
directions for finding it. You must get Connie Myers red-handed, you
must make him convict himself, for the evidence through which I know him
to be guilty can never be used against him. And, Jimmie, be careful--I
know I am not wrong, that there is still something more behind all this.
And now go, Jimmie, go! There is no time to lose!" She was pushing him
across the room toward the door.

Go! The word seemed suddenly to bring dismay. It was she again who was
dominant now in his mind. Who knew if to-night, when he was taking his
life in his hands again, would not be the last! And she was here now,
here