er's seat and was approaching him. Marsh
stepped back and his right hand shot toward his right hip pocket.
Not that he had any intention of drawing a gun while so carefully
covered by the other man, but he had a thought.

"Easy, easy!" cried the man. "You haven't a chance in the world! Do
you want to get bumped off right now?"

Marsh murmured something inaudible and withdrew his hand. The man
with the gun signaled to his companion. This man came up and felt
around Marsh's hip pockets.

"Aw, he's kiddin'," the fellow exclaimed. "He ain't got any gun at
all."

Marsh's thought had been correct.

"All right," said the man with the gun, smiling. "Let's go."

It had flashed through Marsh's mind that what was now happening to
him might have also happened to Morgan and Tierney. If such was the
case it was more than likely that these men would take him to the
same place, and that was just the information he wanted. As for
getting him into that place, that was a different matter. To carry
out his quickly formed plan, it was necessary for Marsh to sit with
his left side away from this man, who would probably join him in the
car, so without further hesitation he climbed into the car and
settled back in the far corner of the seat. The man followed and sat
down at Marsh's right, pulling the door to after him. The other man
climbed back to his seat at the wheel and started the car. They went
down Sheridan Road, and turning through the next street, made the
circuit of the block, returning again to Sheridan Road and moving
swiftly north.

After a time the man turned to Marsh, and said, "If you take things
easy you'll get out of this with a whole skin, but if you start
anything--GOOD night!"

Marsh smiled but said nothing.

"Oh, I know you're a cool customer," the man appraised, "but if you
think you're going to put anything over on us this time, you've made
a bum guess."

"It's hardly likely," replied Marsh, "that an unarmed man would try
any tricks while you sit there with that automatic. The fact is,
however, that you fellows are giving yourselves a lot of trouble for
nothing."

"What do you mean?" snapped the man.

"I mean that I have already offered you my services. All you had to
do was to tip me the word."

The man looked at Marsh suspiciously for a moment. "Do you mean
that?" he said.

"I see no reason why you should doubt my word."

"All right," returned the man. "Hand over those papers you've got
and I'll