XXIV THE DEBACLE OF DORGAN
XXV THE BLOOD CRYSTALS
XXVI THE WHITE SLAVE
XXVII THE ELECTION NIGHT
I
THE VANISHER
"Hello, Jameson, is Kennedy in?"
I glanced up from the evening papers to encounter the square-jawed, alert face of District Attorney Carton in the doorway of our apartment.
"How do you do, Judge?" I exclaimed. "No, but I expect him any second now. Won't you sit down?"
The District Attorney dropped, rather wearily I thought, into a chair and looked at his watch.