"Go to Millville, Mrs. Welcome, back to your old home, as soon you can. Let me look after Elsie. Go to this boarding-house (handing her a card). Go there with Patience tonight, and I will send you some money tomorrow." Miss Randall spoke quickly, and before Mrs. Welcome realized it, had hurried in pursuit of Elsie. But Elsie Welcome had disappeared. Mary Randall found herself standing, as all who work for those who sin and suffer must often stand, baffled by evil's resistance. Saddened by somewhat of a divine sadness, Mary went across to the rendezvous where her faithful Anna awaited her and left the field. Harvey Spencer came to her downtown office early next day. He found her surrounded by her strongest allies, already in conference as to the best means of pursuing their crusade which had aroused Chicago with the startling news of The Raid of Mary Randall on the Cafe Sinister, headlined in the morning newspapers. Harvey Spencer had taken Mrs. Welcome to the boarding-house designated by Miss Randall where she was joined by Patience--and of Patience you shall know presently. The remainder of the night, or most of it, he spent trying to learn what had become of Elsie. "I thought she might be still in that--hotel, as they call it," Harvey, haggard with his night's search, told Miss Randall. "I went to the jail too, but of course they would not let her inside there so late, even if she had wanted to." "She is sure to go there today to see Druce. Try again, Mr. Spencer, when you go out from here," said Miss Randall. "And keep you eye on Druce. Nobody will suspect you of being a detective. You can telephone here if you see any activity around him," said a clever special from headquarters. "Good scheme," commended the journalist, another of Mary Randall's strongest aids. Harvey Spencer made notes of the right steps to take and, thanking Miss Randall with a curious humility, went out again on his quest. "Now we must learn what the vice-moneymakers will try to do next," said a former high official in the municipality. "Our one safe bet is that they will all get together and that John Boland, the boss of the bunch, will map out the fight against us." "Is it a losing fight?" asked a famous banker, known among his intimates as the hard-headed enthusiast. "Right against wrong can never be permanently a losing fight," quietly said a small muscular clergyman from the northwest side.