under happier circumstances."
His chum's father! Paul was all aglow. He hesitated no longer.
"Give me your message, sir. I shall only be too pleased to do anything for Stan's father."
Mr. Moncrief wrote rapidly on a sheet from his pocket-book:
"Enclosed fragments have come to hand. It is a letter from Zuker, the German Jew, who is in England. Take care. Be on guard!"
When he had finished this brief note, Mr. Moncrief took from his pocket-book several fragments of torn paper, bearing on them, as it appeared to Paul, mysterious hieroglyphics. He put these inside an envelope together with the note he had written. Then he sealed it down and handed it to Paul.
"You are my boy's chum, I feel that I can trust you. Give this to my brother, Mr. Walter Moncrief--in no one else's hands. I cannot tell you how much may depend upon those pieces of paper reaching him. You will not part with them whatever happens?"
"God helping me," said Paul, impressed with the earnestness o