Mr. Merriwether climbed in. McWayne followed. And then the man said: “You will find that the doors cannot be opened from the inside. The chauffeur was told this queer feature was due to the fact that his master expects to use this car for his two very active and very mischievous children. He will drive you anywhere. You can arrest him if you wish; but it will be useless. We have spent a good many thousands of dollars in accessories that will be thrown away to-day.” And the man sighed. “Who do you mean by we?” asked E. H. Merriwether, politely. “The Plunder Recovery Syndicate, which, having completed its operations, will now dissolve. Good day, sir.” In the issue of the _World_ of June 9th two advertisements appeared. One, under “Marriages,” read: Merriwether-Woodford.--On June 8th, at the Church of St. Lawrence, by the Rev. Stephen Vincent Rood, Isabel Woodford to Thomas Thome Merriwether. The other, under “Personals,” read: P. R. Syndicate,--It was cheap at a million! E. H. M. On June 10th the great railroad financier received a typewritten letter. It read: _In the course of our operations, having for an object the recovery of plunder taken from unidentified individuals by malefactors of great wealth, it has happened that we have grown fond of some of our contributors. We thus are able most sincerely to extend to you our hearty congratulations. It was indeed cheap at a million, and we shall remember your good fortune if ever we need advice or additional funds. What we took from you and from some of your fellow New-Yorkers we propose to return to the public at large. Mr. Amos F. Kidder will tell you his suspicions, if you ask him. In return you might tell him that we propose to capitalize time. We shall make a present of fifty years to the world by transmuting the recovered plunder into unspent time. Don't forget that we who were the Plunder Recoverers are now,_ _The Time Givers._ THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Plunderers, by Edwin Lefevre