ss rich and the brutal, vicious dregs of this
community--our cause is won!"

* * * * *

The next morning George Remington reached from his bed for his telephone
and called up the Sheridan residence. Two minutes later Penfield Evans
heard a shout. At his door stood the unclad and pallid candidate for
district attorney.

"Penny," he gasped, "Genevieve's not there! She has not been with Betty
all night. And Betty has gone out to find E. Eliot, who is missing from
her boarding-house!"

"Are you sure----"

"God--Penny--I thought I had stopped it!"

George was back in his room, flying into his clothes. The two men were
talking loudly. From down the hall a sleepy voice--unmistakably Mrs.
Brewster-Smith's--was drawling:

"George--George--are you awake? I didn't hear you come in. Dear
Genevieve went over to stay all night with Cousin Betty, and the oddest
thing happened. About midnight the telephone bell rang, and that odious
Eliot person called you up!"

George was in the hall in an instant and before Mrs. Brewster-Smith's
door.

"Well, well, for God's sake, what did she say!" he cried.

"Oh, yes, I was coming to that. She said to send your chauffeur with
the car down to the--oh, I forget, some nasty factory or something,
for Genevieve. She said Genevieve was down there talking to the factory
girls. Fancy that, George! So I just put up the receiver. I knew
Genevieve was with Betty Sheridan and not with that odious person at
all--it was some ruse to get your car and compromise you. Fancy dear
Genevieve talking to the factory girls at midnight!"

Penfield Evans and George Remington, standing in the hall, listened to
these words with terror in their hearts.

"Get Noonan first," said George. "I'll talk to him."

In five seconds Evans had Noonan's residence. Remington listened to
Penny's voice. "Gone," he was saying. "Gone where?" And then: "Why, he
was at the dinner last---What's Doolittle's number?" ("Noonan went to
New York on the midnight train," he threw at George.) A moment later
Remington heard his partner cry, "Doolittle's gone to New York? On the
midnight train?"

"Try Norton," snapped George. Soon he heard Penny exclaim. "Albany?"
said Penny. "Mr. Norton is in Albany? Thank you!"

"Their alibis!" said Evans calmly, as he hung up the receiver and stared
at his partner.

"Well, it--it----Why, Penny, they've stolen Genevieve! That damned
Mike and the Armenian! They've got G