"Yes, and she went to live with Papa. Papa had the coin."
"And the superintendent is going the chorus girl route here or in New York?"
"No, sir, not in the least,—nothing of the sort. You can't guess where he's gone."
The other shook his head.
"Well, I'll tell you then, since you are one of the directors of the International and I'm not! He's gone and taken his other pair of pants and his celluloid collar, and moved over to the North Shore! He's living in the same house with Papa J. Rawn right now;—that is to say, he has been for two or three weeks."
"Well, what do you know about that, too!" commented his friend.
"I don't know much about it. As I told you, there's something in here I don't understand. I can't for the life of me figure out that chap Halsey's motives or his moves. But I don't care about him. It's Rawn I'm after—and I'm going to get him!"
CHAPTER VII
THEY WHO SOW THE WIND
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