mark. He surprised that companion by suddenly opening a drawer and flinging a photograph on the table-top.
"Well, since you insist on being gerry to what's going on, here's a different kind of picture for you to study. And it will pay you quite as well as any canvas up at the Metropolitan."
Sadie did not deign to examine the photograph. She was busy repinning the violets to her waist. Kestner himself took up the picture and held it out for her.
"Who's the gink?" she casually inquired.
"That's the man we've got to round up in the next twenty- four hours."
"Why?" was Sadie's indifferent demand, as she took the photograph from Kestner's fingers.
Her companion did not answer her, for the bell of the desk-phone close beside him shrilled out a sudden call. He lifted the receiver and spoke a word or two over the wire.
"Here's Wilsnach now," he announced, as he hung up the receiver.
But Sadie paid no attention to his words, for her face was bent low over the photograph which he had handed to her. She studied it long and
