he lady at the gate, and left
her when the man appeared?'

'The same.'

'Um-m! She tries to secure the young lady's bag; she meets her as
though by appointment; and she meets our quarry, too. She seems to
know them all. Query: Does she, by any chance, know--well, say you?
Who is she? What is she?'

'Who she is I don't know, what she is I can tell you,' said I.

'Well?'

'She, as we have called her, is a man.'

I had nothing to add to this, and Dave was not willing to accept my
statement, based as it was upon that leap at the bridge. 'No woman
ever made that jump; I knew it. It showed practice, and that not of
the sort that is taken by women.' This had been my argument, and after
some discussion and difference of opinions Dave got back to the Camps.

He had met them wandering about the Peristyle, and gazing across the
grand basin at the splendid MacMonnies Fountain.

'Which ort,' Mrs. Camp had declared, 'to sail out, leastwise, the boat
with that white woman settin' up there on top, and come across to
serlute that big gold goddiss. For my part,' she added, 'I've seen one
thing that was as it ort to be. They took an' set a woman up in the
midst of their court, and made her bigger and brighter and handsomer
than anything else. But if they was bent on calling her Justice, why,'
she opined, 'that there court ought to be called a court of justice.'

The two old people had evidently grown lonely and sated with grandeur,
and when she had aired her views concerning the golden goddess, Mrs.
Camp began to talk about our adventure with the counterfeiters.

'That friend of yours was right,' she said. 'That Sunday-school chap
didn't come to time; and we ain't seen him sence not to speak to.' And
then she related how, on coming away from their rooms on Stony Island
Avenue that morning, they had seen, just across the street from them,
the man Smug in earnest conversation with a tall man whose back was
turned toward them, and who after a few words had turned and walked
away southward, while Smug had entered a cafe close at hand, doubtless
to breakfast.

Dave had questioned them closely, hoping to learn more; but beyond the
facts as first stated little was added.

The men had met at a point 'a few squares' from the Camps'
'boarding-house'--possibly four or five. The man in conversation with
Smug was tall, and very straight, 'sort of stiff like,' and well
dressed. They were quite sure, also, that he was dark, and that he
w