Mr. Lydecker followed the hand, and read the black letters on the glass door of the office. “Well, well,” he remarked, “this is pleasing news. I sincerely trust you will find success in your new venture, Mr. Jarge.” “Thank you. I believe I have made a good beginning.” He paused reflectively, as if his thoughts were a thousand miles away. “And now, if you will pardon me, Mr. Lydecker,” he announced, “I will be hurrying back to my desk. There are so many details to arrange and so much——” “Certainly, certainly,” broke in the other. “I understand, of course. And—and possibly, later on, I might have a little work for you myself, Mr. Jarge.” The detective nodded in a disinterested manner. “I shall be pleased to handle it. Good day, sir.” Jarge swung briskly away, and Mr. Lydecker watched as the door closed behind him. Then he walked down the hall. “A very smart and intelligent man, this Jarge,” he told himself. “I think I will make no mistake in hiring him.” The next day Mr. Lydecker called at Jarge’s office, only to be met by a curt and busy stenographer with the announcement that the detective was out on an important case, and would not return before the next day. On the following afternoon Mr. Lydecker was again unfortunate, and learned from the same busy and curt stenographer that Mr. Jarge was still engaged and was not expected in the office until Friday at the very earliest. So, on Friday, Mr. Lydecker called up Jarge on the telephone and asked for an appointment. The detective happened to be in his office at the time. “I’m afraid I will have to disappoint you, Mr. Lydecker,” he said. “I’m pressed with other business. Wouldn’t some day next week answer just as well?” “I must see you to-day,” insisted the other. “It is a very important matter.” “Perhaps one of my assistants can be of service to you,” Jarge went on to say. “I can arrange to have——” Mr. Lydecker demurred at once. “I must take this up with you personally, Mr. Jarge. I am willing to pay extra for the favor. But it must be arranged before to-morrow.” “I don’t see just how——” Jarge began, only to be interrupted by: “Let me see you for five minutes. I can explain my case and you can judge for yourself. You can surely grant me that much time, Mr. Jarge.” The detective hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Very well, Mr. Lydecker,” he answered reluctantly. “I can allow you five minutes. I will be in the office at eleven o’clock sharp.” “Thank you very much, Mr. Jarge. I shall be there on the hour. If you only knew how——” But the detective had already hung up his receiver. So the perturbed Mr. Lydecker was forced to do the same. Promptly at eleven o’clock Mr. Lydecker stepped nervously out of the elevator on the sixth floor of the business block, and, walking to the far end of the hall, entered the office of Mr. Amos Jarge, private detective. TO BE CONTINUED. CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE.