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 Shindler would once again prove himself the master of flight that he had seemed in his earlier days.

But Sadie did not intend to leave things to chance. There was too much at stake and already that strangely incongruous couple were slipping beyond her sphere of observation. So she started resolutely in pursuit.

Shindler she could no longer see. But there was no mistaking Wilsnach as he slowly and with elaborate carelessness mounted the steps that led above-ground. She hurried after him, once he had turned the corner, but in Forty-second Street she held back again, guardedly watching her confederate as he ambled across the car-tracks and passed eastward in front of the Belmont. Still farther eastward she could now make out the figure of the man with the "blinkers" and the yellow hand-bag.

So she followed discreetly after them, keeping to the north side of the street. She clung to the trail with the casual nonchalance of an expert "tailer," taking advantage of any bit of cover that offered and falling promptly back when she found the thinning stream of pedestrians no longer a veil between her and her quarry.

Then she suddenly stopped and wheeled about,