ss it is
important enough, in view of our discovery, for me to have done
this--he can call up his lawyer as soon as we have confronted him with
Clemm and this young girl. Bring me the phonograph records."

They went into his private office, where White was guarding Trubus.

"How much longer am I to be subject to these Russian police methods?"
demanded Trubus, with an oath.

"Quiet, now, Mr. Purity League," said Sawyer, "we are going to have
ladies present. You will soon be allowed to talk all you want. But I
warn you in advance that everything you say will be used as evidence
against you."

"Against me--me, the leading charity worker of our city!" snorted
Trubus, but he watched the door uneasily.

"Bring in the young ladies, Burke," directed Captain Sawyer.

Bobbie returned with Mary and Lorna. Trubus started perceptibly as he
observed the new telephone girl whom his wife had induced him to employ
that day.

Sawyer nodded again to Burke.

"Now the go-between." He turned to Mary. "Do you know this man, Miss
Barton?"

The name had a strangely familiar sound to Trubus. He wondered
uneasily.

"He is William Trubus, president of the Purity League. I worked for
him to-day."

"Do you recognize this man?" was queried, as Clemm shuffled forward,
with the assistance of Burke's sturdy push.

"This is the one who was embracing the other telephone girl. But he
did not stay there long. I never saw him before that, to my
recollection."

"What do you know about this man, Officer 4434?" asked the captain.
Clemm fumbled with his handcuffs, looking down in a sheepish way to
avoid the malevolent looks of Trubus.

"He is known as John Clemm, although we have found a police record of
him under a dozen different aliases. He formerly ran a gambling house,
and at different times has been involved in bunco game and wire-tapping
tricks. He is one of the cleverest crooks in New York. In the present
case he has been the go-between for this man Trubus, who, posing as a
reformer to cover his activities, has kept in touch with the work of
the Vice Trust, managed by Clemm. They had a dictagraph and a
mechanical pencil register which connected Trubus's office with
Clemm's."

"It's a lie!" shouted Trubus, furiously. "Some of these degraded
criminals are drawing my famous and honored name into this case to
protect themselves. It is a police scheme for notoriety."

"You'll get the notoriety," retorted Sawyer. "There