s office address. Calling up the
housekeeper, he gave her strict instructions against admitting any of
the Robinsons--an order which the woman received with apparent
gratification. They were merely to be referred to himself, at this
address, should they come upon the scene.

He started off. He had barely closed the door and heard the woman put
on the chain, and was turning to walk down the brownstone steps when
Theodore, half-way up, panting from haste, confronted him, face to face.

For a moment the two stood staring at each other in surprise. Garrison
was first to break the silence.

"You came a little late, you see. I have just issued orders you are
not to be admitted to this house again, except with my special
permission."

"By Heaven, you---- We'll see about that!" said Theodore. "I'll have
you put under arrest!"

"Try it," said Garrison, grinning in his face. "A charge of abduction,
plus a charge even larger, may cause you more than mere annoyance.
You've been looking for trouble with me, and you're bound to have it.
Let me warn you that you are up against a number of facts that you may
have overlooked--and you may hear something drop!"

"You think you've been clever, here and in Woodsite, I suppose," said
Theodore, concealing both wrath and alarm. "I could drop a couple of
facts on you that would fade you a little, I reckon. And this house
isn't yours yet!"

"I wonder how many lessons you are going to need," answered Garrison
coldly. "If you put so much as your hand inside this building, I'll
have you arrested for burglary. Now, mind what I say--and get out!"

"I'll see you later, all right," said Robinson, glaring for a moment in
impotent rage, and he turned and retreated from the place.

Garrison, with his mind made up to a _coup_ of distinct importance, was
presently headed for his room in Forty-fourth Street. Before he left
the Subway he went to a waiting-room, replaced the long mustache upon
his face--the one with which he had started away in the morning--and
walked the few short blocks from the station to his house.

The street was nearly deserted, but the "shadow" he had duped in the
morning was on watch, still undismissed from duty by young Robinson.

Garrison went up to him quietly--and suddenly showing his gun, pulled
away the false mustache.

"I'm the man you've been waiting to follow," he said. "Now, don't say
a word, but come on."

"Hell!" said the man.

He shrugged hi