"I 'm hanged if I ever saw a man _hanker_ after jail the way you do. And you 've got the papers full of it. And pretty soon I 'll be getting frantic messages from the girl. And you 've made all sorts of an ass of yourself. Do you hear--you chump of a hero, you?" "What do you mean?" demanded Donaldson. "I mean just this; that we 've nailed the right man at last! Got him with the goods on, so that we won't need the identification of a bunch of hysterical idiots to prove it. We won't even need a loose-jointed confession, because we caught him black-handed. But my guess wasn't such a bad one--it was n't Arsdale, but it was Jacques Moisson, his father's valet." "Jacques Moisson?" "The son of that old crone Marie there. He caught the dope habit evidently from his master and has been to the bad ever since Arsdale senior died. The old lady has been hiding him part of the time in the garret of the house." Donaldson's thoughts flew back to the bungalow; it was this fellow then and not Arsdale who had attacked him,--if Saul's story was true. Saul approached him with outstretched hand. "You played a heavy game, Don." Donaldson grew suspicious. "I don't know what you 're talking about," he said, his lips coming tightly together again. "No. Of course not! That's right. Keep it up! But I 'll have my revenge. I 'll give the newspaper boys every detail of it. I 'll see your name in letters six inches higher than they were even this morning. I will; I swear it!" "Saul," said Donaldson quietly, "you 're doing your best to make me go back upon my story. You can't do it." Saul folded his arms. "Of all the heroic liars," he gasped, his face beaming, "you 're the prince. And," he continued in an undertone, "it 's all for the sake of a girl." Donaldson sprang to his feet. "Don't bring in _her_ name, Saul," he commanded. "All for the sake of a girl," continued Saul undisturbed. "It took me some time to work it out, but now I see. Take my hand, won't you, Donaldson? I want to say God bless you for it." Donaldson hesitated. But Saul's eyes were honest. "This is the truth you're telling me?" he trembled. "The truth," answered the other solemnly. "Then you won't touch the boy? There is no further suspicion resting upon him?" "To hell with the boy!" exploded Saul. "You 're free yourself! Don't you get that?" "Yes," answered Donaldson. He passed his hand thoughtfully over his face. Then he glanced up with a smile. "I need a shave, don't I?" he asked. "You sure do. Let's get out of here. And if I were you I 'd get back to her about as soon as I could. It's early yet, so maybe she has n't seen the papers. I gave the boys the real arrest, so that they could get out an extra on it and take the curse off the first editions. And now," he added, "and now I 'm going to give them the story of their lives--the inside story of all this." "Don't be a chump, Beefy!"