st as easily as he had started it. Burke nearly shot over the
windshield with the momentum.

"Some car!" he grunted. "You make it behave better than a horse, and I
think it has more brains."

Nothing in the world could have pleased the millionaire more than this.
He was an eager hunter himself by now.

"Say, supposing I take off my auto coat and run down that street and
see where he goes to?"

"Good idea. I'll wait for you in the machine, if you're not afraid of
the police department."

"You bet I'm not. Here, I'll put on this felt hat under the seat.
They won't suspect me of being a detective, will they?"

"Hardly," laughed Burke, as the young society man emerged from his
chrysalis of furs and goggles, immaculately dressed in a frock coat.
He drew out an English soft hat and even a cane. "You are ready for
war or peace, aren't you?"

Van Nostrand hurried down the street and turned the corner, changing
his pace to one of an easy and debonair grace befitting the possessor
of several racing stables of horses and machines.

He saw his man a few hundred yards down the street. Van Nostrand
watched him sharply, and saw him hesitate, look about, and then turn to
the left. He ascended the steps of a dwelling.

By the time Van Nostrand had reached the house, to pass it with the
barest sidelong glance, the pursued had entered and closed the door.
The millionaire saw, to his surprise, a white sign over the door,
"Swedish Employment Bureau." The words were duplicated in Swedish.

"That's a bally queer sign!" muttered Reggie. "And a still queerer
place for a crook to go. I'll double around the block."

As he turned the corner he saw an old-fashioned cab stop in front of
the house. Two men assisted a woman to alight, unsteadily, and helped
her up the steps.

"Well, she must be starving to death, and in need of employment,"
commented the rich young man. "I think the policeman has brought me to
a queer hole. I'll go tell him about it."

The fashionable set who dwell on the east side of Central Park would
have spilled their tea and cocktails about this time had they seen the
elegant Reggie Van Nostrand breaking all speed records as he dashed
down the next street, with his cane in one hand and his hat in the
other. He reached the car, breathless, but his tango athletics had
stood him in good stead.

"What's up?" asked Burke, jumping from the seat.

"Why, that's a Swedish employment agency, and I saw two m