CHAPTER XXII.
I CHANGE FRONT This statement of his identity, spoken calmly, and smilingly, was such a surprise that I could but stare at the man, half convinced I had misunderstood his words.
"You see, Craig," he continued quietly, apparently comprehending my state of mind, "your little game is up.

Not a bad plan originally--something of a criminal genius that fellow Neale--but he failed to count on the fact that I was very much alive, and fully capable of attending to my own affairs.

By the way, what part did the girl play in this little conspiracy?
Merely a friend of yours, who came along for company ?" "Certainly not," I replied indignantly.

"Have you seen her ?" "Not yet; I preferred coming to an understanding with you first." "A condition you may not find as easy as you anticipate," I retorted, angered at his cool insolence.

"If you are Philip Henley, then the lady you are holding prisoner is your wife." He laughed, leaning back again in his chair.
"Well, hardly.