“I’ve had no exact news, but I can tell you this, that we’ve had no bad news,” said Elk; “and when there’s no news, you can bet that things are going according to schedule.” “How did you hear about it, Johnson?” The new millionaire explained. “I ought to have pulled in Silenski and his operator,” said Elk thoughtfully. “These motion picture men lack reticence. And how does it feel to be rich, Johnson?” he asked. “Mr. Johnson doesn’t think it feels too good,” said Broad. “He has attracted the attention of old man Frog.” Elk examined the warning carefully. “When did this come?” “I found it on my desk yesterday morning,” said Johnson, and told him of the tea incident. “Do you think, Mr. Elk, you will ever put your hand on the Frog?” “I’m as certain as that I’m standing here, that Frog will go the way——” Elk checked himself, and fortunately the girl was not listening. It was getting light when Johnson left, and Elk walked with him to the door and watched him passing down the deserted street. “There’s a lot about that boy I like,” he said; “and he’s certainly fortunate. Why the old man didn’t leave his money to that baby of his——” “Did you ever find the baby?” interrupted Broad. “No, sir, there was no sign of that innocent child in the house. That’s another Frog mystery to be cleared up.” Johnson had reached the corner, and they saw him crossing the road, when a man came out of the shadow to meet him. There was a brief parley, and then Elk saw the flash of a pistol, and heard a shot. Johnson staggered back, and his opponent, turning, fled. In a second Elk was flying along the street. Apparently the philosopher was not hurt, though he seemed shaken. The inspector ran round the corner, but the assassin had disappeared. He returned to the philosopher, to find him sitting on the edge of the pavement, and at first he thought he had been wounded. “No, I think I just had a shock,” gasped Johnson. “I was quite unprepared for that method of attack.” “What happened?” asked Elk. “I can hardly realize,” said the other, who appeared dazed. “I was crossing the road when a man came up and asked me if my name was Johnson; then, before I knew what had happened, he had fired.” His coat was singed by the flame of the shot, but the bullet must have gone wide. Later in the day, Elk found it embedded in the brickwork of a house. “No, no, I won’t come back,” said Johnson. “I don’t suppose they’ll repeat the attempt.” By this time one of the two detectives who had been guarding Harley Terrace had come up, and under his escort Johnson was sent home. “They’re certainly the busiest little fellows,” said Elk, shaking his head. “You’d think they’d be satisfied with the work they were doing at Gloucester, without running sidelines.” Joshua Broad was silent until they were going up the steps of the house. “When you know as much about the Frog as I know, you’ll be surprised at nothing,” he said, and did not add to this cryptic remark.