speare lying loose in his library! That's what we've got to find."
"It's interesting?"
"Interesting! I should say so! It's a regular kidnaping case. Talk about diamonds! Why, they're stupid things. Every one likes diamonds, and they can be cut up into smaller stones and readily disposed of, if you're careful about it. But you can't cut a page out of a First Folio, you can't even hint that you'd like to sell it, without all the world knowing about it. Bookhunters are the most determined and interesting collectors in the world. I know of no passion to equal it."
He walked over to the telephone and called up a leading dealer in rare volumes.
"I wish to ask about a First Folio Shakespeare. Are there any bidders in the open market for a copy?" He wrote down rapidly on a tab as he spoke into the receiver, "William A. Hepson. Oh, yes, the millionaire. Ah, thank you."
He slammed the instrument down vigorously, snatched up a telegraph blank, rapidly wrote a message, and handed it to Valeska.
She read it aloud:
"William A. Hepson, Chicago, Ill. Will you give four thousand dollars for a guaranteed First Folio Shakespeare? Wire reply to Jane Gore, 181 East 18th Street, New York."
"Why!" she exclaimed. "Have you located it already?"
"Not quite. But I have an idea, and this will help, if we get an answer by to-morrow morning."
"Who is he?"
