He cut off the payment of my drafts with his blabbing tongue! "Yes, over the cliffs he goes, and we will make sure of him--forever--before he takes his last tumble! Jack! Jack! You are a hero!" he mused, as the triumphant words of Jack Blunt's great discovery were read again and again.

And then, he carefully burned the letter, before the astonished eyes of the tempting companion of his waiting hours.

"These fools of employers!" cheerfully muttered Alan Hawke.

"They always think that 'Servant's Hall' has no eyes.

That the maid in her cap and apron has not the same burning passions as idle Madame in her silks and laces.