"We're not wasting time," he said. "We're doing very nicely. By daybreak we'll have something, at least, to work on. The chances are that the baby is not in danger for the present. Everything indicates this kidnapping was a carefully laid plan. People who plan a thing in such detail usually have a motive. By to-morrow morning you'll probably receive a letter demanding money for ransom. The letter will probably contain a threat. As soon as that letter comes you must let me have it. Don't lose an instant. In the meantime, rest assured the baby is safe. Now tell me about this affair you mentioned in France. Who threatened you--and why?" Wayne groaned. He didn't want to go over that old story now, when his mind was filled with thoughts of the present. He wished the Chief wouldn't be so insistent. "Oh, I just caught a cheap crook stealing from a Marine at the Y. hut," he exclaimed, impatiently, "and I collared him. He fought like a snake and I kicked him clear across the room. Then I turned him over to the M.P.'s." "And he threatened you?" "Yes. I met him twice after that. Both times he vowed to get even. He said the marine's money belonged to him--that he owed it to him. The marine was killed and the fellow never got it, he claimed. The last time I saw him, was in a restaurant, he came over to my table, leaned over my shoulder and said in a low and most disagreeable tone that I needn't think he had forgotten. That the day would come when he'd get even and he'd make me pay, and pay till it hurt. But that was six--seven years ago and I've never seen the fellow since." The Chief seemed to be revolving something in his mind. For a moment he did not speak. "Was this fellow a marine?" he asked, finally. "God! No," returned Wayne with emphasis. "He was a civilian supposed to be doing something or other over there. He was doing it all right when I discovered him," he added. "I reckon he'll remember me as long as he lives." "What did he look like?" "The devil, I should say. A mighty disagreeable face. He had a way of drawing his lip back from his teeth when he smiled just like a vicious dog will do when he's planning to spring at your throat." Little by little the Chief got the man's description. He was dark skinned, and smooth-faced, Wayne said.