"I had another matter on my slate having to do with McGonigle's garage, so I had sent one of my men over to apply for a job. He entered the place and found Mac all worked up because a man he had depended on to go out on a swell limousine job hadn't shown up. The upshot of it was that he took on my man and gave him a uniform to put on--one of the regular chauffeur turnouts. That's why I know that we're going to get Parkins, and get him soon." "Henry, you are a wonder!--what is the next step?" demanded Villard, chuckling in spite of his fears. "The next step is for you to go and sit down with your morning papers," shouted Updyke. "I've got other phones waiting on me." "Just one thing more--tell me where he's taking her," begged Villard. "What's the use? He won't get her there?" "Tell me anyhow--I'm stronger when I know the worst," pleaded Villard. Updyke hesitated. He loathed the thought of letting his friend know the truth. But finally, in a rasping voice, almost choking with the rage that he had been trying to conceal, Updyke replied: "Well, if you must know, the car started for Herman's Road House--otherwise known as 'The Mad House.'" With that Updyke threw his receiver on the hook, and asked his switch-board operator for the call next in line--but he was more than furious with himself for having yielded to Villard's entreaty. CHAPTER XI. MARY JOHNSON "No news" reports coming in from operatives, and new instructions going out from "the old man" himself, was the routine of Updyke's office for the next hour. Mary Johnson, his secretary, of only a few months' experience, came timidly over to his desk and asked if he had looked over the Parkins record during the past month or so. "I think there were some notations made by Miss Carew just before she left," said she. "Bring it," snapped Updyke, abstractedly. Then as the girl turned to go he called her back. "I'm sorry to have been cross with you, little woman, but you'll forgive me I know. This is a bad case, and every moment is precious. Hurry back with the report," said he, smiling into her alert blue eyes. On her return he seized the record eagerly, and the girl bent over his shoulder and pointed out three memorandums, which he carefully read. The addendum was in the handwriting of Miss Carew, and read as follows: