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When we least expect it the Ideal meets us in the street of the

Commonplace and locks arms with us

Nevermore shall we choose our paths uninfluenced

A new leaven has entered our personality to dominate and direct it

The new advertisement duly appeared and on the next day, which was Wednesday--I remember it because it wasthenised the peculiar z's and r's of Weltz and Rizzi

I took it at once to Maitland He glanced at it a rasped my hand "By Jove, Doc!" he exclaimed, "if this crafty fox doesn't scent the hound, we shall soon run hins a new name We are to write to Carl Cazenove, General Delivery, Boston Good! ill do so at once, and I will then arrange with the postal authorities to notify me when they deliver the letter Of course this will necessitate a continuous watch, perhaps for several days, of the general deliveryIt is hardly likely our crafty friend will himself call for the letter, so it will be imperative that someone be constantly on hand to shadohomsoever he may send as a substitute May I depend on your assistance in this h," I said, "though I have to live in the Post Office a month"

Well, I wrote and mailed the decoy letter and Maitland explained the situation to the postal authorities, who furnished us a coeneral deliveryThey proil was not a very long one On Thursday afternoon the postal clerk signalled to us that Carl Cazenove'sasour letter, Maitland and I quietly stepped out into the corridor The sight that aze was one for which we had not been at all prepared There at thestood a beautiful young girl just on the verge of womanhood Her frank blue eyes met mine with the utmost candour as I passed by her so that she should be between Maitland and me, and thus unable to elude us, whichever way she turned upon leaving theWe had previously planned hoe should shadow our quarry, one on each side of the street in order not to attract attention, but these tactics see lady did not have the slightest suspicion that anyone could be in the least interested in hernow occasionally to gaze at the shop s and never once turning to look back She did not even conceal the letter, but held it in her hand with her porte-monnaie, and I could see that the address was uppered her steps I felt as an assassin must feel who tracks his victim into some lonely spot where he may dare to strike him It was useless for ed in an honourable errand A single glance at the girl's delicate face, as frank and open as the ht the hot blush of sha her I di to associate her with evil, which see, however, but keep on, so I followed her through Devonshire Street, to New Washington and thence down Hanover Street almost to the ferry Here she turned into an alleyway and, waiting for Maitland to come up, we both saw her enter a house at its farther end