6-12-1919--has built shack on the ocean side of South Bay, opposite Smith Point. Two rooms, stove, kitchenette--goes there during summer months--at week-ends--place is made comfortable for duck shooting in late fall. Double bed--5-15-1920--Joined the Indian Head Social Club, near Jamesport, East of Riverhead. Membership composed almost entirely of divorcees, both men and women. Single men and pretty women, eligible. Golf club--card games--liquor lockers--thirty suites--baths--swimming pool--indoor athletics--free and easy--no questions asked--no interference. Open all year--once known as The Mad House, then Herman's Road House. Herman still owns it, but has modernized the place and bids for better clients under the guise of a social country club. "Get Riverhead, and ask for George Carver, head clerk at the White House," said Updyke to the girl beside him. "Glad to note that some one is on the job around here," he added gruffly. In less than three minutes the connection was made, but even to the man at the helm, minutes seemed hours--such was his mental strain. "Hello, George--this is Updyke--Yes--fine, thank you--do you know William Parkins?--only by sight--eh?--he belongs to Indian Head Social Club--find out if he is over there--call me back quickly--thanks--hurry boy!" The next five minutes dragged along at a snail's pace, so overwrought was Updyke--and no less the efficient Mary Johnson. But the right tingle came along in due course of time. "This you, Henry--all right--he telephoned from Yaphank for a parlor and bath suite--expected very soon--can I help you in any way?" "You are still a deputy sheriff?" queried Updyke. "Yes--they wouldn't take my resignation." "Listen carefully, George--this is a serious matter. This man Parkins has kidnapped a beautiful, chaste girl, and is taking her to Indian Head, if I am not in error. You have a motorcycle?" "Oh, yes--can't get along without one over here," replied Carver. "Then hop it instantly, and ride for your life to that club. If Parkins hasn't arrived--thank God!--you stop him before he gets there, and save a great scandal that would ruin the girl. She is as pure as snow, and is betrothed to the best friend I have on earth. Help me out, boy! Get that man Parkins--serve a 'John Doe' warrant on him and take him to the home of Drury Villard at Dreamy Hollow. It's a big black limousine, two men in front, and Parkins, with a woman accomplice, inside. The chauffeur is McGonigle's man, but the other fellow is my man. He may need help--he might be killed--but you save the day from scandal." "I'll do my best, old-timer. What you have told me makes me see red. I may shoot the skunk," said he in a rasping voice. "If it was a Riverhead case, we'd tar and feather him." "Go like the wind, George--and don't fail," replied Updyke, a husky tone in his deep voice.