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intruders on Oswald Kearns' privacy and a
positive threat to his peace of mind.

It was hardly a time and place for doing any
talking, no matter how subdued their voices.
Jack kept hold of the other's arm and thus
started to steer him in the direction of the lighted
window.

Perk must have guessed what his pal had in
mind for he made no resistance whatever, just
allowed himself to be steered as his comrade
wished. Stooping down they crawled past, and
then closer until they could begin to glimpse the
interior of the room where the light was
dispelling the darkness.

The first thing that struck Jack was the fact
that the place had been fixed up with an eye to
comfort--it looked almost luxurious with its
easy chairs and imported rugs that must have
cost a considerable sum. Evidently Oswald
Kearns had been too long accustomed to comfort
to deny himself such luxuries even when seeking
seclusion in this out-of-the-way retreat.

Then Jack found himself looking upon the
man who had for years been one of the greatest
mysteries the Treasury Department at Washington
had ever endeavored to trap, He was sitting
in a big leather-covered easy-chair, smoking a
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