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I don't understand--I CAN'T understand!" he murmured."They say that you--and yet I believe you now--you've saved me from a ruined life to-night.The Gray Seal! If--if every one knew what you had done, they--""But every one won't," Jimmie Dale broke in bluntly, "Who is to tell them? You? You couldn't very well, when you come to think of it--could you? Well, who knows, perhaps there have been others like you!""You mean," said Burton excitedly, "you mean that all these crimes of yours that have seemed without motive, that have been so inexplicable, have really been like to-night to--""I don't mean anything at all," interposed Jimmie Dale a little hurriedly."Nothing, Burton--except that there is still one little thing more to do to bolster up that 'childish' story of mine--and then get out of here." He glanced sharply, critically around the room, his eyes resting for a moment at the last on the form on the floor.Then tersely: "I am going to turn out the light--we will have to pass the window to get to the door, and we will invite no chances.Are you ready?""No; not yet," said Burton eagerly."I haven't said what I'd like to say to you, what I--""Walk straight to the door," said Jimmie Dale curtly.There was the click of an electric-light switch, and the room was in darkness.

"Now, no noise!" he instructed.

And Burton, perforce, made his way across the room--and at the door Jimmie Dale joined him and led him down the short flight of stairs.

At the bottom, he opened the door leading into the rear of the pawnshop itself, and, bidding Burton follow, entered.

"We can't risk even a match; it could be seen from the street," he said brusquely, as he fumbled around for a moment in the darkness.

"Ah--here it is!" He lifted a telephone receiver from its hook, and gave a number.

Burton caught him quickly by the arm.

"Good Lord, man, what are you doing?" he protested anxiously.

"That's Mr.Maddon's house!"

"So I believe," said Jimmie Dale complacently."Hello! Is Mr.

Maddon there?...I beg pardon?...Personally, yes, if you please."There was a moment's wait.Burton's hand was still nervously clutching at Jimmie Dale's sleeve.Then:

"Mr.Maddon?" asked Jimmie Dale pleasantly."Yes?...I am very sorry to trouble you, but I called you up to inquire if you were aware that your rubies, and among them your Aracon, had been stolen?

...I beg pardon!...Rubies--yes....You weren't....

Oh, no, I am quite in my right mind; if you will take the trouble to open your safe you will find they are gone--shall I hold the line while you investigate?...What?...Don't shout, please--and stand a little farther away from the mouthpiece." Jimmie Dale's tone was one of insolent composure now."There is really no use in getting excited....I beg pardon?...Certainly, this is the Gray Seal speaking....What?" Jimmie Dale's voice grew plaintive, "I really can't make out a word when you yell like that.

...Yes....I had occasion to use them this afternoon, and Itook the liberty of borrowing them temporarily--are you still there, Mr.Maddon?...Oh, quite so! Yes, I hear you NOW....No, that is all, only I am returning them through your private secretary, a very estimable young man, though I fear somewhat excitable and shaky, who is on his way to you with them now....

WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY? You repeat that," snapped Jimmie Dale suddenly, icily, "and I'll take them from under your nose again before morning!...Ah! That is better! Good-night--Mr.

Maddon."

Jimmie Dale hung up the receiver and shoved Burton toward the door.

"Now then, Burton, we'll get out of her--and the sooner you reach Fifth Avenue and Mr.Maddon's house the better.No; not that way!"They had reached the hall, and Burton had turned toward the side door that opened on the alleyway."Whoever they were who settled their last account with Isaac may still be watching.They've nothing against any one else, but they know some one was in here at the time, and, if the police are clever enough ever to get on their track, they might find it very convenient to be able to say WHO was in the room when Isaac was murdered--there's nothing to show, since Isaac so obligingly opened the window for them, that the shot was fired THROUGH the window and not from the inside of the room.And even if they have already taken to their heels"--Jimmie Dale was leading Burton up the stairs again as he talked--"it might prove exceedingly inconvenient for us if some passer-by should happen to recollect that he saw two men of our general appearance leaving the premises.Now keep close--and follow me."They passed the door of Isaac's den, turned down a narrow corridor that led to the rear of the house--Jimmie Dale guiding unerringly, working from the mental map of the house that the Tocsin had drawn for him--descended another short flight of stairs that gave on the kitchen, crossed the kitchen, and Jimmie Dale opened a back door.

He paused here for a moment to listen; then, cautioning Burton to be silent, moved on again across a small back yard and through a gate into a lane that ran at right angles to the alleyway by which both had entered the house--and, a minute later, they were crouched against a building, a half block away, where the lane intersected the cross street.

Here Jimmie Dale peered out cautiously.There was no one in sight.

He touched Burton's shoulder, and pointed down the street.

"That's your way, Burton--mine's the other.Hurry while you've got the chance.Good-night."Burton's hand reached out, caught Jimmie Dale's, and wrung it.

"God bless you!" he said huskily."I--"

And Jimmie Dale pushed him out on to the street.

Burton's steps receded down the sidewalk.Jimmie Dale still crouched against the wall.The steps grew fainter in the distance and died finally away.Jimmie Dale straightened up, slipped the mask from his face to his pocket, stepped out on the street--and five minutes later was passing through the noisy bedlam of the Hungarian restaurant on his way to the front door and his car.

"SONNEZ LE TOCSIN," Jimmie Dale was saying softly to himself."Iwonder what she'll do when she finds I've got the ring?"