"Thanks!" "It's been a mighty interesting game that you and I have been playing the last few weeks; a sort of chess game with human pawns, eh?" "That's right." "Well, you've won. You have checkmated me." "Do you mind telling me what you mean by that exactly?" "I have quit. Burned my records as you see; closed up Anderson and the other agencies; paid off and called in all my operatives." "Going to retire on your winnings, eh?" "Quite so," was the calm reply. "But do me the credit of believing that it was not the money I was playing for, but the joy of the game. It was a great game! For three years I have pitted myself single-handed against the combined wealth of this country. I have taken my toll of the millionaires, and not all the power that wealth commands was able to stop me!" "True enough," said Jack grimly. "I could admire you myself, if you had only left murder out of your calculations." The man at the other end of the wire chose to ignore the ugly word. He resumed: "I'm counting on the fact that your head is strong enough not to be turned by what I'm telling you." "I don't quite get you there," said Jack. "In other words you're too good a man I hope, to be unduly puffed up by the fact that I salute you as the victor, and retire from the game. You will not be foolish enough to think that you have me altogether at your mercy." "Oh, I hope I know a good player myself when I see one." "Good! Then you will be content with your victory, which I assure you is no mean one for a man of your years. So long as you have stopped me you will not feel that it is necessary to your triumph to have me apprehended." "Oh, I didn't say that," Jack answered quickly. "I should have to consider that carefully. I couldn't promise anything offhand." "Promise?" said the voice quickly, with a touch of pique. "I want no promise. It is nothing to me what you decide. I like you for your sportsmanlike qualities, and therefore I give you fair warning. It is for your own good that I suggest you go no further." "Much obliged," said Jack dryly, "I'll consider it." There was still pique in the voice. "Don't get a swelled head, my young friend. It is fatal to clever youths. I've been playing with you the last few weeks. It amused me to see how near I could let you come to me, and still evade you. But if I wished to keep out of your way, you could never get within miles of me!" "Then why bother about the matter?" "Because I am tired of the chase. I'm going to settle down into a nice hum-drum life of respectability. I'm not going to put myself to the trouble of running away from you." "And if I should still keep after you?" "I'd be awfully sorry," drawled the voice, "but I should really have to put a quietus on you. I could, you know. I've had a dozen chances within the past ten days." Jack had no reason to doubt the truth of the last statement. He shivered a little. After all, life was sweet.