“Yes, and I think I will have Mr. Nathans there to identify the sailor, as you know the goods were taken to his place to pawn.” “All right, I’ll leave that with you.” There was after that a long conversation over the ’phone between Benson and Nathans. The Jew agreed to come in the morning and meet the trio, and he would swear away the freedom of Tom Cooper. * * * * * Nellie turned uneasily upon her bed. It had been her custom for many years to sleep late in the morning, Biddy refusing to break the slumber of “the sweet young thing,” and telling Tom when he argued that it was for the girl’s good that she should be made to work, that it was the place of an Irish Biddy to do hard work, and that Nellie should sleep. But this morning she could not rest. She heard the whispering and talking between her two friends outside, so she got up and dressed just as Tom was taking a lot of papers from an old trunk. “What are you doing, Tom?” asked she curiously. Tom raised his head and the girl hardly recognized her lover. “Something has happened to you,” she ejaculated. “I know, Tom; don’t shake your head at me.” “We are going away from here, Nellie,” said he hoarsely, “you, Biddy and I.” “Why?” “Because we have enemies who are going to take you from us. There, don’t look frightened, but we are afraid of your cousin.” “How can he take me if I do not want to go?” asked Nellie. “The law might say that you should go,” answered Tom. “I’d like to hear them say that I was to leave you and Biddy.” “Tom, now don’t scare that child. You’re not going from us; get on your things, for you and Tom are to go before me.” Hardly had these words escaped from Biddy’s lips before there was a knock at the door, and the Irishwoman saw the red face of her cousin peeping in at the door. “You nasty spalpeen,” cried she, trying to make a grab for his head, “what are youse doing here? Get out wid youse.” “I have some friends with me, Biddy, calling upon Mr. Cooper, and the pretty young lady.” “Nellie, will you go in the bedroom, dear?” asked Tom, but the detective raised his hand. “I want the young lady to remain. What I have to say is of great importance to her.” Nellie looked mystified, and Benson was gazing with his soul in his eyes at the pretty face. There was a sweetness about her that made him think of her mother, and there was also something that made him acknowledge to himself that he should some time love this girl. “What have you to say to Miss Standish?” began Tom Cooper, with a sickening feeling at his heart. “She is the granddaughter of the dead millionaire Benson, and this gentleman here is her cousin. You are one of the greatest heiresses in New York, my dear young lady.” The detective bowed low before Nellie, but still the mystified expression remained in the deep blue eyes.