troubled. For during this interim she had unconsciously become enamored of another man.
Her true love was in this house at the present time. He had been talking with Virginia half an hour before.
Since then, he had been cloistered with her father, discussing the topic which was now the sole hobby of wealthy Stanford Devaux—the collecting of uncut diamonds.
Virginia Devaux was a beautiful girl; but the misery that stirred her heart now found its expression in her lovely features. Her face was marked with a pallor; her frank, winning eyes seemed dim. Even her hair, with its slight tint of bronze, had lost its attractiveness.
Footsteps sounded in the hall. Virginia's heart beat rapidly. She arose quickly from her chair and walked forward to the center of the room to meet her father and the man who accompanied him. They had finished their conference, and were returning to the living room.
SHELTON MILBROOK!
The name unconsciously formed itself upon Virginia's lips as the man himself entered the room.
Standing in a new range of light, Virginia Devaux had undergone an immediate transformation. Her cheeks had reddened. Her eyes were sparkling. Her hair reflected an aura that was glorious to view.
In a few brief seconds, this listless girl had become a radiant beauty.
Both Stanford Devaux and Shelton Milbrook stopped in admiration. Devaux— a thin, elderly man, with hooked nose and projecting chin— developed a senile smile that seemed to indicate fatherly pride.
Milbrook, a heavy-set man with square, rugged features, retained a solemnity that denoted true admiration.
'Good evening, again, Miss Devaux,' said Milbrook. 'I have enjoyed my visit with your father. He is a true connoisseur, to say the least.'
Much older than Douglas Carleton, Shelton Milbrook possessed the air of the self-confident man. He spoke with a slight English accent; for although he was an American, he had spent much of his life abroad. Also, in further contrast to Carleton, Milbrook was carelessly attired. He was a man of business rather than of society.
'It has been a pleasure to have you visit us,' declared Virginia, with a winning smile. 'I enjoy meeting my father's friends, and I hope you will honor us by coming here again.'
'Milbrook will be here right along,' interposed Stanford Devaux. 'He's a man who knows diamonds; that's why I like him. He'll be selling me some beauties before he's through coming here.'
At this juncture, Douglas Carleton entered the room. A frown appeared upon his handsome face as he observed Virginia's eyes centered upon Shelton Milbrook.
Carleton's arrival had not been noticed by the girl and the unfeigned admiration which she showed toward Shelton Milbrook could not escape Carleton's attention.
It was Milbrook who turned to speak to Virginia's fiance. He held out his hand, and Carleton accepted it, still frowning.
'I must say good-by, Mr. Carleton,' stated Milbrook. 'I am going downtown, now that my business of the evening has been terminated.'
Finishing the handshake, Milbrook turned and bowed to Virginia, with a courteous good-by. He shook hands with Devaux, who accompanied him through the hallway toward the front door.
AS soon as the pair were out of ear shot, Carleton turned angrily toward Virginia. His face betrayed the temper which he felt; yet the girl did not observe it. Her eyes were still turned toward the doorway of the room.
'So you like him, eh?' sneered Carleton. 'Quite a change in you all of a sudden. You were falling asleep when I was talking to you. Now you seem mighty wide awake.'
Virginia turned to meet the challenge. Her eyes flashed defiantly, and her face wore an impatient expression.
'I admire any real man, Carleton,' she declared. 'It is very small of you to show these insane fits of jealousy. I would think a great deal more of you if you changed your manner in the future.'
'So that's the story,' jeered Carleton. 'I'm jealous, eh? Well, I'd rather be jealous than moonstruck. I've seen too much of your indifference, Virginia. It's time there was an end to it. There will be, when we're married. That will be soon, too!'
The girl walked across the room and sat down in a chair. She turned her face away from Carleton. All her radiance had vanished. She was the picture of dejection. Her fiance became more angry than before.
He strode over to the chair and spoke in a threatening tone.
'You'll forget this fellow Milbrook!' he snarled. 'Forget him, you understand! You're mine, and nothing can change it! That's something you will do well to remember!'
'What's the matter?'
A new voice broke into the discussion. Stanford Devaux had returned. Silently, the elderly man had come in to witness the climax of the quarrel.
'The matter?' Carleton turned quickly to face Devaux. 'Plenty is the matter! Virginia thinks too much of this fellow Milbrook. That's the whole situation!'
'Douglas is jealous, father,' protested Virginia. 'He has no right to find fault with me every time I try to be pleasant to other people.'
'Virginia,' declared Devaux, in a stern voice, 'you must remember that you are engaged to Douglas Carleton. You promised to marry him of your own free choice. Such matters should not be treated lightly. I feel that he is justified in his grievance. You owe him an apology for your inexcusable actions.'
The girl swallowed her pride with an effort. Her head still bowed, she accepted her father's decision. She spoke without facing her fiance.
'I'm sorry, Douglas,' she said. 'Very sorry that I gave you cause to be displeased. It is late, and I am tired. Good night.'
Without glancing at either her father or her fiance, Virginia Devaux arose and went from the room.
Douglas Carleton followed her with his eyes. A sarcastic smile appeared upon his thin lips. When the girl was out of sight, the young man turned to Devaux.
'Thanks,' he said. 'She's got a crush on Milbrook, and the sooner she gets over it, the better.'
'Agreed,' remarked Devaux dryly.
Douglas Carleton glanced at his watch. His expression changed as he noted the time.
'It is just as well Virginia has retired,' he said. 'I made an important appointment over the telephone. I intended to leave within a few minutes, anyway, but I didn't have time to break the news before the argument began.'
FIVE minutes later, Douglas Carleton was riding downtown in a taxicab. He dismissed the vehicle on a side street, then strolled along in the direction of the nearest corner.
A car was waiting by the curb. With a quick glance to make sure that no one was watching him, Carleton entered the automobile. The man at the wheel slid the car into gear.
'Been waiting long?' questioned Carleton.
'Couple of minutes,' growled the voice of Gats Hackett. 'Figured I'd have to wait longer than that.'
'Not to-night,' laughed Carleton. 'Had a fight with the gal just after you called up. Her old man sided with me, and that put an end to it. She went to bed in a huff.
'Great guy, old Devaux. He'll be the right sort of father-in-law. That's why I picked the jane—on his account.'
'Pretty wise,' commented Gats.
'Wise enough,' rejoined Carleton. 'But that's washed up for to-night. There's something more important to think about. Give me the lay.'
'It looks great,' said Gats. 'Squint figures the message got to The Shadow, although he hasn't been able to spot the guy. That part doesn't surprise me. Lots of people have tried to spot The Shadow. Anyway, we've got two of his stools on the list. Harry Vincent and Rutledge Mann.'
'Do they figure in to-night?'
'Not so far as I can see. We're playing one shot—that The Shadow has got that note. If he has, he'll fall
