“Well?” questioned Krovac.

“I think,” said Bince, “that there ought to be some way to prevent this man doing any further harm here.”

He looked straight into Krovac’s eyes.

“There is,” muttered the latter.

“It would be worth something of course,” suggested Bince.  “How much?” asked Krovac.

“Oh, I should think it ought to be worth a hundred dollars,” replied Bince.

Krovac thought for a moment.

“I think I can arrange it,” he said, “but I would have to have fifty now.”

“I cannot give it to you here,” said Bince, “but if I should happen to pass through the shop this afternoon you might find an envelope on the floor beside your machine after I have gone.”

The following evening as Jimmy alighted from the Indiana Avenue car at Eighteenth Street, two men left the car behind him.  He did not notice them, although, as he made his way toward his boarding-house, he heard footsteps directly in his rear, and suddenly noting that they were approaching him rapidly, he involuntarily cast a glance behind him just as one of the men raised an arm to strike at him with what appeared to be a short piece of pipe.

Jimmy dodged the blow and then both men sprang for him.  The first one Jimmy caught on the point of the chin with a blow that put its recipient out of the fight before he got into it, and then his companion, who was the larger, succeeded in closing with the efficiency expert.  Inadvertently, however, he caught Jimmy about the neck, leaving both his intended victim’s arms free with the result that the latter was able to seize his antagonist low down about the body, and then pressing him close to him and hurling himself suddenly forward, he threw the fellow backward upon the cement sidewalk with his own body on top.  With a resounding whack the attacker’s head came in contact with the concrete, his arms relaxed their hold upon Jimmy’s neck, and as the latter arose he saw both his assailants, temporarily at least, out of the fighting.

Jimmy glanced hastily in both directions.  There was no one in sight.  His boardinghouse was but a few steps away, and two minutes later he was safe in his room.

“A year ago,” he thought to himself, smiling, “my first thought would have been to have called in the police, but the Lizard has evidently given me a new view-point in regard to them,” for the latter had impressed upon Jimmy the fact that whatever knowledge a policeman might have regarding one was always acquired with the idea that eventually it might be used against the person to whom it pertained.

“What a policeman don’t know about you will never hurt you,” was one way that the Lizard put it.

When Jimmy appeared in the shop the next morning he noted casually that Krovac had a cut upon his chin, but he did not give the matter a second thought.  Bince had arrived late.  His first question, as he entered the small outer office where Mr. Compton’s stenographer and his worked, was addressed to Miss Edith Hudson.