The Mystery of Valentine Stanlock

There was a slight interval of silence.

"It's only a matter of time, then," replied Swart, "and you'll have that in plenty. It was lucky you picked up that paper while we were waiting in the store. I wondered what was wrong when I saw you give a start."

"Lucky! It was more than lucky," rejoined the other. "It means freedom and safety. It means that these bloodhounds of the law are off my track; that I can sleep at night without dreaming of a checked suit and a ball and chain. The world believes I am in my grave; you and one other know the truth. And, by- the-way, Swart, you must stop calling me Gabe--even when we are alone. It won't do."

"All right; I'll try to remember," muttered his companion. "But let's start, we have a long paddle ahead of us."

Overhead, on the narrow bridge, Val was breathing in short, quick gasps.

"Oh", for one more look at their faces!" he whispered, inwardly. "But the voice is his--I am sure of it. Thank Providence for bringin