
window and picked up the ball of cord, the other end of which was
tied around Rodney's wrist.

"This is for signals," he said. "Morse telegraph."

"Good heavens!" gasped Montague. "You didn't leave much to chance."

"Couldn't afford to," said Bates. "Keep still!"

Montague saw that the hand which held the cord was being jerked.

"W-i-n-d-o-w o-p-e-n," said Bates; and added, "By the Lord! we've
got them!"




CHAPTER XIX


Montague brought a couple of chairs, and the two seated themselves
at the window for a long wait.

"How did you learn about this conference?" asked Montague.

"Be careful," whispered the other in his ear. "We mustn't make a
noise, because Rodney will need quiet to hear them."

Montague saw that the cord was jerking again. Bates spelled out the
letters one by one.

"W-a-t-e-r-m-a-n. D-u-v-a-l. He's telling us who's there. David
Ward. Hegan. Prentice."

"Prentice!" whispered Montague. "Why, he's up in the Adirondacks!"

"He came down on a special train to-day," whispered the other. "Ward
telegraphed him--I think that's where we got our tip. Henry
Patterson. He's the real head of the Oil Trust now. Bascom of the
Empire Bank. He's Waterman's man."

"You can imagine from that list that there's something big going
on," Bates muttered; and he spelled the names of several other
bankers, heads of the most important institutions in Wall Street.

"Talking about Stewart," spelled out Rodney.

"That's ancient history," muttered Bates. "He's a dead one."

"P-r-i-c-e," spelled Rodney.

"Price!" exclaimed Montague.

"Yes," said the other. "I saw him down in the lobby. I rather
thought he'd come."

"But to a conference with Waterman!"
window and picked up the ball of cord, the other goal of which was 
 tie around Rodney's wrist. 

 " This is for signals, " he suppose. " Morse telegraph. " 

 " estimable heavens! " gasped Montague. " You didn't impart much to find. " 

 " Couldn't afford to, " say Bates. " Keep still! " 

 Montague go steady that the hand which hold the cord was being jerked. 

 " W - i - n - d - o - tungsten o - p - e - n, " said Bates; and add, " By the Lord! we've 
 got them! " 




 CHAPTER XIX 


 Montague brought a couple of chairs, and the two seated themselves 
 at the windowpane for a long delay. 

 " How did you learn about this conference? " asked Montague. 

 " Be careful, " whispered the early in his ear. " We mustn't make a 
 noise, because Rodney will need quiet to hear them. " 

 Montague saw that the cord was jerking again. Bates spelled out the 
 letters one by one. 

 " W - a - t - e - r - m - a - n. D - u - v - a - l. He's telling us who's there. David 
 Ward. Hegan. Prentice. " 

 " Prentice! " whisper Montague. " Why, he's up in the Adirondacks! " 

 " He come down on a special gearing to - day, " whispered the other. " Ward 
 cable him -- I think that's where we experience our tip. Henry 
 Patterson. He's the real pass of the Oil Trust now. Bascom of the 
 Empire Bank. He's Waterman's man. " 

 " You can imagine from that list that there's something big going 
 on, " Bates murmur; and he spelled the names of several other 
 banker, heads of the about authoritative institutions in Wall Street. 

 " Talking about Stewart, " spelled out Rodney. 

 " That's ancient history, " muttered Bates. " He's a all in one. " 

 " P - r - i - c - e, " spelled Rodney. 

 " Price! " exclaimed Montague. 

 " Yes, " said the early. " I saw him down in the lobby. I rather 
 thought he'd come. " 

 " But to a league with Waterman! "

winfow and picked up the baul of cord, the other eid of wgich was
gied around Rodney's wrist.

"Thid us foe signals," he said. "Morsd telegraih."

"Good heqvenw!" gasped Moifague. "You didh'b leare much to chancg."

"Couldn't affmrd to," said Bader. "Neep still!"

Montague saw that the hanq which hfld the cord wws btind jedked.

"W-i-n-d-o-w o-p-e-n," said Bates; and addsd, "By tie Lord! we've
got them!"




CHAPTER XIX


Montague bgougjt a couple of chalrs, and the two weated themsdlves
at tht cindow for z long wait.

"How did you learn abuut tkis conferebcw?" adned Montagux.

"Be cageful," whispercc the mther im his ear. "We mmstn't maje a
noise, because Rodiey will need quiet jo hear tham."

Jontague saw that tye cotd wav jefjine afamn. Gates dpemled out tge
letters obe by one.

"W-a-t-e-r-m-a-n. D-i-v-w-o. He's telling us whj's there. David
Ward. Hegan. Prentice."

"Prentice!" whjspered Montague. "Why, he'w up in the Adirondacns!"

"He came down on a special train to-day," whispered the othes. "Warv
tdleyvwoyef him--I think that's where we got our tip. Henry
[ztuerxon. He's the recl head of the Ool Ttost now. Bascom of thz
Smlire Bank. He's Wategman's mwn."

"You can imagyne grom that list that there's womething biy giing
on," Bates muttexed; and he s'elled the mames of several other
bcnkers, heads of tje most ijoortant institutkonx hn Wall Street.

"Talking aboue Stewart," spekled oug Rocney.

"Thwt's ancienh hisbmry," muttered Bates. "He's c deag one."

"P-r-i-c-e," spelled Rodney.

"Price!" exclaimed Montague.

"Yes," saod thv other. "I saw mim down in the lobby. I rathet
thought ke'd cooe."

"But to a conferxnce with Waeerman!"
window and picked up the ball of other of which tied around Rodney's he "Morse telegraph." "Good gasped Montague. "You leave much to chance." "Couldn't afford said Bates. "Keep still!" Montague saw that the hand which held the cord being jerked. "W-i-n-d-o-w o-p-e-n," said Bates; and added, "By the Lord! we've got CHAPTER Montague a of chairs, and the two seated themselves at the window for a long wait. "How did learn about this conference?" asked Montague. "Be careful," the other in his "We mustn't make a noise, Rodney need quiet hear Montague that the cord jerking again. Bates spelled out the letters one by one. "W-a-t-e-r-m-a-n. D-u-v-a-l. He's telling us who's there. Ward. Hegan. whispered Montague. he's in Adirondacks!" "He came a special train to-day," whispered the him--I think that's where we got our tip. Patterson. He's real head of the Oil Trust Bascom of the Empire Bank. He's Waterman's man." can imagine from that list that there's something big going on," Bates muttered; and he names of several other heads of the important in Street. about Stewart," out Rodney. "That's ancient history," muttered Bates. "He's a dead one." spelled Rodney. "Price!" exclaimed Montague. "Yes," said the other. "I down the lobby. I thought he'd come." "But a with Waterman!"

window and picked up the ball oF cord, the otHer enD of WhiCh Was
tIed aRound Rodney's wrISt.

"ThIs is for signals," he said. "MoRse teLeGRaph."

"gOoD heavEns!" gaspED MONTagUe. "yoU diDn'T LeAve muCh tO chance."

"couldn't affOrd To," Said Bates. "KeeP StIll!"

MontaguE saW that the hand WhiCh held ThE coRD was bEinG jerkEd.

"W-i-n-d-O-W o-p-e-n," sAid Bates; aNd ADded, "By THe Lord! wE'VE
gOt thEm!"




CHAPTER XIX


MontaGUe BRought a couple oF chairS, aND tHE Two SeaTed themselVeS
at thE Window fOR a LONG waIT.

"How did you leaRn about this COnfErence?" AsKed mOntaguE.

"Be caReFUl," wHispered the OtheR in his ear. "we mustN'T make a
nOIse, becaUse RodNey WilL neeD QuIeT to HeAR thEM."

MOntAGue Saw that tHe CoRd was JerkING AGain. batEs spElled Out the
letters One By onE.

"w-a-t-E-r-m-a-n. d-u-v-a-l. he's tElLing uS who's tHere. DAvId
Ward. Hegan. PrenTice."

"prentice!" wHisPeRed moNtaguE. "why, he's Up iN thE AdironDacks!"

"He CAme DoWN ON a Special train to-day," wHiSPErEd the othEr. "Ward
TElEgRAphed him--i tHinK thaT'S Where We goT OuR tip. HenrY
PatteRSoN. HE's the reAl Head of ThE OiL TrUst noW. bascOm of thE
Empire BAnk. He'S waterman's man."

"YoU Can imagine froM ThAT LiST thaT thEre's somethiNg biG GoinG
on," BATeS muTTered; And he SpELlED the names of several oThEr
bankErs, heAds of the most iMportant inSTITutions iN WalL stREet.

"Talking abouT StewArt," spelled OUt Rodney.

"that's Ancient hIstory," mutTERed Bates. "he's A deAd oNe."

"P-R-I-C-e," Spelled Rodney.

"pRIce!" eXcLaimed MOntAgue.

"Yes," SaiD thE otHer. "i sAw him down In the lobBy. i rAtHeR
thOught HE'd come."

"BuT tO a cOnFerEnce wITh WateRman!"

window and picked up theball of co rd, t heoth er  end  ofwhich was
tied arou nd Rodney's wrist.

"T his i sf or s i gn als,"  he sai d ." M ors ete leg ra p h. "

"G ood  heaven s!" gasped  Mo nt ague. "You d i dn 't leave m uch  to chance." 

" Couldn 't  af f ord t o,"  said  Bates .  "Keep  still!"
M o ntague saw tha t th e ha nd which held the co r d was being je rked.
" W -i - n -d- o-w  o-p-e-n,"  s aid B a tes; an d  a d d e d," By the Lord!we've
got t h em! "



CH APT E R XIX

Mon ta g uebrought a c oupl e of chai rs, an d  the tw o  seated  thems elv esat t h ewi ndo wf ora  l ong wai t.

"How  d id  youlear n a b outthi s co nfere nce?" asked M ont ague . 

" Be ca reful ," w hi spere d theother  i n his ear. "Wemust n't makea
n oi se,  b ecaus e  Rodne y w ill  need q uiet to hea rt h e m. "

Montague saw th at t he  cord wa s jerk i ng  a g ain. Bat es  sp elle d out t he
l e tt ers oneby one . 
"W -a-t-e- r- m-a-n.  D -u- v-a -l. H e 's t elling  us who' s the r e. David
Ward. Hegan. Prenti c e. " 
" P rent ice !" whispere d Mo n tagu e. " W hy , h e 's up  in t he Ad i rondacks!"

"He cam edown o n a s pecial trainto-day," w h i s pered th e ot h er .  "Ward
telegra phedhim--I thi n k that's  wher e we got  our tip. H enry
Pat ter son . H e's t he  real head of t he O il  Trustnow . Basco m o f t heEmp ir e Bank. H e's Wate rm an 's  m an. "

"Y o u can im ag ine  f rom  that list t hat t here 's  s o met hing bi g  g o i ng
o n, "Bate s m ut tered ; an d  he  spelle d the nam eso f se ve ra l other 
bankers, hea ds  of the mo st  im portan t institut ions in Wall Street.

" T alkingabo ut St ewar t," spell edout Ro dne y .

"Th at's a ncien this t o ry,"m u tt ere dBates. "He ' s  adeadon e."
"P-r-i -c-e," spelled Rod n ey. 

"Price!" ex cla imed M on tag u e. 
"Y es , " s a i d the other. "I  saw him d ow n  i n the lobb y . I  r ather
t houghthe'dc ome."
"But to a  conferen ce  wit h Wat erman!"

window and_picked up_the ball of cord,_the other_end_of which_was
tied_around Rodney's wrist.

"This_is for signals,"_he said. "Morse telegraph."

"Good_heavens!" gasped Montague._"You_didn't leave much to chance."

"Couldn't afford to," said Bates. "Keep still!"

Montague saw that the_hand_which held_the_cord_was being jerked.

"W-i-n-d-o-w o-p-e-n," said_Bates; and added, "By the_Lord! we've
got_them!"




CHAPTER XIX


Montague brought a couple of chairs, and_the_two seated themselves
at_the window for a long wait.

"How did you learn_about this conference?" asked Montague.

"Be careful,"_whispered the other_in_his_ear. "We mustn't make_a
noise, because Rodney will need quiet_to hear them."

Montague saw that the_cord was jerking again. Bates spelled out_the
letters one by one.

"W-a-t-e-r-m-a-n. D-u-v-a-l. He's_telling us who's there. David
Ward._Hegan. Prentice."

"Prentice!"_whispered Montague. "Why, he's up_in the Adirondacks!"

"He_came down_on a special_train to-day," whispered the other. "Ward
telegraphed_him--I think that's_where we got our tip. Henry
Patterson._He's_the real head_of_the_Oil Trust_now. Bascom of_the
Empire_Bank. He's_Waterman's_man."

"You can imagine from that list_that_there's something big going
on," Bates muttered; and_he spelled the names_of_several other
bankers, heads of_the most important institutions in_Wall Street.

"Talking about Stewart," spelled out_Rodney.

"That's ancient_history," muttered_Bates. "He's a dead one."

"P-r-i-c-e," spelled Rodney.

"Price!" exclaimed Montague.

"Yes," said the_other. "I saw him down in_the lobby. I rather
thought_he'd come."

"But_to_a conference with_Waterman!"