sett with a conspiracy, Mrs. Ismond would win her case.
This was the first time since he had fled from Greenville that Frank had seen this man. Now he forgot his sample case, Markham, and the whole mail order business amid the keen importance of keeping track of the slippery fugitive, and forcing from him a confession.
Purnell approached the party of young ladies, still acting the exquisite and playing the foreign count he pretended to be. He bowed and smirked, and backed away to Frank.
Instantly his face lost its mask. With a scowl he dropped his affected foreign drawl.
"You will have it out, here and now, will you?" he growled, grinding his teeth viciously.
"Yes, I'll have it out, or you in," responded Frank pointedly.
"Then come to my room."
The false count led the way into the hotel, hurried up a staircase, and, unlocking a door on the second floor, ushered Frank into a room. He lit the gas and threw himself into a chair, glaring at Frank in a savage and desperate way.
"You're a determined young man, you are," he observed.
"Why not?" demanded Frank. "It has been
