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AN HEROIC LIE
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John raised his head. "Well?" he asked.

I leaned over and laid my hands on his shoulder. "You are to promise me to chuck drinking and gambling, John. No more spirits—not a drop. And nothing bigger than a game of bridge—or schoolboy poker. Is it a go?"

He choked back a sob. "I'll pledge my word, Frank," he said.

"Shake," said I. He shoved out his hand.

"Now," said I, "let me say a few words to Edith and then I'm off."

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To get under cover somewhere. I haven't decided."

"How are you off for money?"

"I've got enough. If I need more I may write to you."

John raised up in his bed. His eyes were shining through his tears. He said a good many things that have nothing to do with the yarn. Finally he said:

"Look here, Frank, why not hand over all of this to the police?"

"I've thought of that," I answered. "It wouldn't do. I'd get the enmity of a powerful criminal organisation and wouldn't live twenty-four hours. But there are other ways. I know the Under-World and its antidotes. There are unofficial means of checkmating this desperado—a secret service. There is no time to explain, as I've got a lot to do. But I hope to have this Chu-Chu person checkmated before many days. You leave it to me. But remember one thing; if Edith ever gets a