enevieve with that Eliot woman!
God----Why, Penny, for God's sake, what----"

"Slowly, George--slowly. Let's move carefully."

The voice of Penfield Evans was cool and steady,

"First of all, we need not worry about any harm coming to Genevieve. She
is with Miss Eliot, and that woman has more sense than a man. She may be
depended upon. Now, then," Evans waved his partner to silence and went
on: "the next thing to consider is how much publicity we shall give this
episode." He paused.

"It's not a matter of publicity; it's a matter of getting Genevieve
immediately."

"An hour or so of publicity of the screaming, hysterical kind will not
help us to find Genevieve. But when we do find her, our publicity will
have defeated you!"

The two men stared at each other. Remington said: "You mean I must
shield the organization!"

"If you are to be elected--yes!"

"Do you think Genevieve and Miss Eliot would consent to shield the
organization when we find them? Why, Penny, you're mad! We must call up
the chief of police! We must scour the country! I propose to go right
to the newspapers! The more people who know of this dastardly thing the
sooner we shall recover the victims!"

"And the sooner Noonan, when he comes home tonight, will denounce you as
an accessory before the fact, with Norton and Doolittle as corroborating
witnesses for him! Oh, you're learning politics fast, George!"

The thought of what Genevieve would say when she knew, through Noonan
and Doolittle, that he had heard of the plot to kidnap Miss Eliot,
and within an hour had talked to his wife casually at luncheon without
saying anything about it, made George's heart stop. He realized that he
was learning something more than politics. He walked the floor of the
room.

"Well," he said at last, "let's call in Uncle Martin Jaffry. He----"

"Yes; he is probably paying for the job. He might know something! I'll
get him."

"Paying for the job! Do you think he knew of this plot?" cried George as
Evans stood at the telephone.

"Oh, no. He just knew, in a leer from Doolittle, that they had
extraordinary need for Eve thousand dollars or so in your behalf--that
they had consulted you. And then Doolittle winked and Noonan cocked his
head rakishly, and Uncle Martin put--Hello, Mr. Jaffry. This is Penny.
Dress and come down to the office quickly. We are in serious trouble."

Twenty minutes later Uncle Martin was sitting with the two young men in
the office of Re