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TWELVE THE DA Y OF DA YS PROLOGUE. "It breaks the speed limit to smithereens." That's a candid opinion about this story. There may have been swifter tales, but not re cently. It’s an aeroplane of a yarn, moving so fast that you lose your breath while you fol low it. But you don't need any breath, anyway, because you forget about respiration with your eyes on reading of this kind. Every man has his day of days. Yours may have come and you may be swimming in the full tide of fortune. If so, read how P. Sybarite found his. If your own ship is still an the offing, you will enjoy learning how the little spunky red headed bookkeeper won a fortune and an heiress, foiled all his enemies and had some of the molt amazing adven tores ever penned—all in less time than it takes the hour hand to round the clock dial twice. (Continued from Yesterday). "What was tha number?" ah* aaked as ha approached. “Dtd ran notice? t did, but than thought of something ale*. and now I’ve forgotten." *Twa hundred and thirty," replied T. Sybarite absently. Between tba two thera fell a little pauao of constrained silence ended by Marian. "I want to saa yon again very anon, Mr. Sybarite. Coma tomorrow to tea at tbs Plane ” “Thank you." ▲bora the hum of chattering voices roan the hallow of tbs carriage porter. “Two-thirty!" “My car." nntd the girl, with a start ▲ handsome town car stood at the curb beneath the permanent awning of Iron and glass. Hurrying serose the aldewalk. Marian [wrmltted P. Myba rite to help her Into ills rchlcle. Transported by this proof of her graciousnees. he gave the chsufTeur tba address. “Hotel Plars." With tba Impudent Imperturbability of bis breed, tba man nodded without looking round. rrotn the body of the vehicle Ma rlan extended a white gloved hand: “Good night. Mr. Sybarite. Tomorrow at 5." Touching her fingers. P. Rybartte raised hit hat. but before ha could ntter tba response ready upon Ida tongue, he was seined by tba arm and swung rudely away from the door. At tba asms tins- a voice—the property of tba owner of that unceremonious hand —addressed the porter roughly: “Shot that door and send tba car along! HI taka charge of this gen tlamanT In this speech an accent of trony Inhered to exasperate P. Rybartte Half a hundred people were looking on, listening Angrily ha wrenched hla arm free. "What tba devil"—he cried Into the face of the aggressor, and. In the act of speaking, recognised the man as him with whom Bayard Shaynoa had beaw conversing In tba lobby. Tn tba bouee detective here," the Other answered, holding hie eves with an Inexorable glare. “And If It’s all the same to you we're going to hare a Quiet little talk In the olllrs" he added with a Jerk of hla bead ▲ sidelong glance discovered the fact that Marian's car had moved away Doubtless she had left In Ignorance of thla outrage, or perhaps thinking him accosted by a hapcbancs acquaintance “Very well." eeld P. Sybarite, boiling with rage beneath thin Ice of subiuia gtoa. CHAPTER XII. TK» Brooch. SHOT7T.DEH to nbouldcr, the tsr get of two aoore grtunlng or ■urprtsed cures, they ctrodr •ctom the lobby and through the office It wac Immediately closed and the k»I turned In the lock, mi removed And pocketed by the detective In thla room, Mmuil Interior apart ment plainly furnished as a private of flee, two people were waiting, a stout, smooth little man with a nntsta, be of foreign extraction who. on better no qualntance. proved to be tbe manager of the establishment; tbe other Bayard Bhaynon. stationed with considerable caution on tbe far ntde of tbe room "Well?” P By barite demanded of Ids **ptor tbe moment they were private “Take It calm, son: take It calm," counseled tbe tnnn. bis manner not a I together lacking In good nature. "There eeems to be some question as to your right to attend that party up ■tain we got to investigate you for the sake of tbe rep. of tbe bouse Get met" P. Sybarite drew a long breath. If this were all! “I freely admit I have no card of In utetion." “Mr. Bhaynon,” went on the deter fIML-JWtfa.he saw, you, lift a diamond By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE itriMH ti * you wna coinin' dow n in the slotato. And while I’. Sybarite gasped the ■ te< tire looked tn Shnynon for confirm tlon. "I stood behind him In the elevatm coming down, leu minutes or ao ago,'' the latter stated heavily. “Mrs Addl Soli strode we I linmediately In front of him The cage w-aa badly crowded no one could move. “An 1 got In I noticed that Mrs Rtrone's brooch, a gold bar set with several large diamonds, was apparent ly looae—pin hail parted from the catch, you know—and meant to warn her she was In danger of losing It. Imi 1 couldn't without shouting over tbl fellow's bend, so wiilted until we got out, aud then, when I managed to ge to her. the brooch was gone l.ater remembered this—fellpw- and. lookin' round thn lobby, saw him In a corner apparently concealing aomethlng aboil hla person. Then I spoke to yon alwini It" P. Rybarlte's face settled Into grim lines. "Hhaynon," he said slowly, without visible temper, "tuls won't get yo' anything but trouble, llemember that when I come to pay you out—unles* you'll have the grace to retract hen and now." “To aave lime." Shnynon euggeated dispassionately, “you might explore 111 coattail pockets first It was then that I saw him secrete the brooch." Nervously In his Indignation I*. Nylin rile caught Ills coattails from beneath hla Invernesn, dragged them toned In front of him, and. fumbling, found a pocket Oroplng therein, hla fingers hmsbnl aomethlng strange to him-a small bard. Irregular body which, escaping hla clutches, fell with a soft thud to the carpet at his feet It was the brooch. With a noncommittal grunt the dr trctlve stooped and retrieved this f s <T * ■«k . "Search hia pookafe," auggaatad Shay nan. damning Mt of evidence, wMta (tie manager moved excitedly to hla side to Inspect tha And And I’. Sybarite looked np with blank eye* In a pallid wizened face tu tima to see Shsynon bara hla teeth. hla llpa curling bark In a manner peculiarly wolftah and Irrlta ting, and anarl a mlrthleaa laugh. It wao aomethlng Inopportune. The man canid have dona no battar than keep hla pence. 1 <eft to hlmaelf. P Sybarite would In all probability hare floundered and blustered and commit ted hlmaelf Inextricably. Rut that laugh was as good as a douche of cold water In hla face. He cease abruptly to hla senses, sww clear ly how this thing had come to pass, the temptation of the loose brooch to Shay Don's Augers itching for revenge while they stood near together la the crowd ed elevator. I*. Sybarite smiled sunnily la tha face of the detective "Caught with the goods on. ebT" be chirped. “Come, now, be fatr to me. Owu up. Tou didn't expect to sea that, did you f' The detective hesitated. "Well," he grudged, "you did have me going for a minute, you were so cocksure, and It’s pretty slick work for an amateur." “It looks bad. eh notT" the mauager questioned, hla predacious eyea fixed greedily upon the trinket. “You think sol" P. Sybarite purpose fully misinterpreted. "Let me see." Before the detective could withdrew T Sybarite caught the brooch from bis flugcrw. "Pad?" he mused aloud, examlulng It closely. "Phoneyt Perhaps It la. Looks like article do Parts to ma. See what you think.” He handled the trinket Indifferently. "Nonsenset“ Shayuon Interposed In cisively. "Mrs. Strone's not that kind. Beside*. It makes uodifference Theft’s theft.” “It makes a deal of difference wheth er It'a grand or |«etlt larceny," P. Svh arlte flashed—“a difference ns wide and deep as that which yawns be tween attempted and successful wife murder. Mr Shayuon ” Ills Jaw dropping, a look of stupefy ing terror stamped Itself upon Shay pop's.face, lie strove to speak, but for the time couiii nut 'The tnnn's cruxy." he muttered tick lahly. rising "I don't know what he's talking altout. Arrest him-take him to the station bouse " "Who'll make the charge?" asked the detective, eying Shnynon curiously “Not Bayard Rhaynon!" I*. Sybarite aaaevuraled with conviction, "It's not iny brooch." Shnynon as serted defensively. “Too saw him take It" the detective pentlated “No. I didn't: I suspected bltn. It's yon who found the brooch on him. and It’s your duty to make the charge " "You're one grand little lightning change of heart artist gotta slip It to yon for that.” the detective observed truculently "Now. H«'n; I don't rnnka no charge"- "Any employee of the establishment will do as well, for my purpose." P. Sybarite cut In. "Come. Mr Manager! How about you? So long ns I get my grounds for a suit against the Blaarre"— The manager spread out expostularv palms. "Me. I have Mossing whatever to do with the matter." he protested "To me It would seem Mrs Ktrono should make the charge" “Well," mumbled the detective of Shnynon. "how about cha?” “Walt" mumbled Shnynon. moving toward the door ''l’ll fetch -Mrs. Strone " "Don’t go without aa.vlng goodby." P. Sybarite ndmonlalied him severely. “It Isn’t pretty mnnners " The door slummed tempestuously, and the little mnn chuckled with «n affectation of ease to which he was en tirely a stranger nis head busied with doubts and sns plrlona, and with misgivings on Ma rian's behalf, hut Indifferently mitigat ed by the refh-ctlon that by now she would be lit the Plain. "He won’t be back." P. Sybarite ob served generally to detective and man ager and sat him down serenely. “You feel pretty snre about that?” the detective asked. "Walt and see.” Bending forward, the little man ex amined the gilt clock on the manager's desk. "Twenty minutes after 4." he announced “1 give yon ten minutes to find some one to make a charge against me.” The detective took a chair, crossed his legs and produced a cigar, which he began to trim with loving care The manager, anxiously pacing the floor, after nnother moment or ao paused at the door, fidgeted. Jerked It open and with a muffled “Pardon!” disappeared, presumably In search of Shnynon. Pour minutes passed by the clock; no sign of the manager. Hhsynon or Mrs. fit rons “StoryT* tho detective suggested at length. "Plant," retorted P. Sybarite as tersely. "Salted youT’ "in the elevator, of course." “It come to me that was the way of It when he sprung that bunk stuff about you coarsely loading suld loot Into your coat tall.” admitted the de tective. "That didn't aound sensible, even If you dtd have a skirt to fuss Into a cab. That was one swell piece of goods you bundled Into No. 230." "What?" cried P. Sybarite. The detective started. "Wasn't that the number of tha lady's cab—two-thirtyT" “Good God!" ejaculated P. Sybarite. Jumping up. "What's hit yon?" said the detective. Ills words were addressed to his own conscience and to the horizontal folds of the Inverness that streamed from the shoulders of P. Sybarite as be bolt ed unhindered through the Fifth ave nue entrance. The little maa waa ex claiming: “Holt! Blockhead! Imbecile! Idlotl Numskull! Ass! Simpleton! Loon!" The chill air of early morning wiped the blistering epithets from bla lips as ha fled like a madman down Fifth ave nue. Deliberately had ha permitted him self to tw duped, circumvented, over reached. Why had ha never fer xu Instant dreamed that the werds "two-thirty" could Indicate anything but the hour of some otherwise nndeslgaited appoint ment T Of course It had signified the number of Marian's carriage check. "MO." If he had ere this entertained any doubta whatever of the ngly grounds for hla fears, they were now received, by recognition of Bayard's clumsy ruse, to keep him both out of the cab and out of the way while November and bla lleuteasata executed their In famous commission And all that waa now ten—fifteen twenty minutes old! Marian's car waa gone, and If It had net reached the Fiaxa the girl waa loot, irrevocably lost. Ou (he way to the Bizarre from refer Kenny's rooms, some freek of a mind superficially preoccupied had caused him to remark, on the south aide es Forty-third street. Immediately east of Sixth avenue, a long rank of buildings Of these, one building boasted the blaring electric announcement, "All Night Garage." Into this hist P. 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