"Sensational Arrest of the Notorious Beautiful White Devil."
I stopped and bought a paper and then continued my journey, pausing at a telegraph office to send a wire to my old chum, Brandwon, in which I asked him, as he valued our friendship, to come to me without a moment's delay. When I got home I changed my clothes—had a cold bath, which restored me somewhat, and then ordered breakfast, which I felt I could not touch, and while it was preparing, sat down to read the account of the arrest. It was but a short report and published the barest details.
Nine o'clock had just struck when a cab drew up at the door and Brandwon jumped out. I opened the front door to him myself, and, as I did so, felt as if we were one step at least on the road to Alie's release.
"Look here, my friend," he said, as I led him across the ball to my dining-room. "This is all very well, you know, but what in the name of fortune makes you send for me at this unearthly hour. Have you poisoned a patient and find yourself in need of me to square matters, or have you been jilted and hope to bring an action for the damage done to your broken heart? Out with it. But forgive my chaff if it's anything more serious."
He must have seen by my face that something was very wrong, for his jocular manner suddenly left him and he sat down all seriousness.
"There is something very much the matter. Brandwon," I said; "read that!"
I handed him the morning paper and pointed to the paragraph detailing the arrest. He read it through and
