He kept standing, making half-hearted ef-
forts to get on to the stage, while another
“plant” at the same table strove to hold
him back.

The guitar player’s voice in tenor tones
came Over again:

Wiggle, wiggle, hula dancer,
See, he’s waiting for your answer.
Flashing eyes, and bedy-grace,
You just tell him to his face.

The sinuous dancer worked her way to-
wards the half-tipsy man, but at that moment
a huge, half-naked Hawaiian, brawny and
carrying a club, came on to the stage and
stealthily glided over to the dancer, who
suddenly looked at him in surprise, then
smiled alluringly as if he were the only man
on earth. She put her arm in the Hawaiian’s
‘and with a tilt of her head to the guest-

| plant faded out with her man, singing:

No use, sonny! Grease your shoes.
Here’s my husban’. Please excuse.”

The turn brought the house down and it
was only the wild tumult of applause that
brought Dalgleish out of his trance, for he

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had been gazing, enthralled and hypnotized.
Stewart, on the other hand, had been watch-
ing the effect on Dalgleish more than he
had been watching the dancer.

“Didn't I tell you? Isn’t she a honey?.
And two guesses—who is she?” said Dan
Stewart.

“Rot!” exclaimed Dalgleish. “One guess
is plenty. That’s young Jean Coughbor-
ough. And what a peach she looks in that
rig. And she never told me she did this
kind of thing,” he commented.

“But I thought the Canadian Police knew
everything,” put in Stewart with a grin.

Dalgleish ignored the fur trader’s sarcasm.
“But, Dan—she is supposed to be down here
for her education.”

“She is!” answered Dan, with a sug-
gestive nod of his head. The sergeant wrote
a hurried note on a piece of paper and
called the waiter.

“Give this to Princess Malakau.
away, please.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but the Princess does not
see anyone during her dancing term here.
That is part of her contract.”

“Oh, it is. You give her that note at
once. She'll see me.” He handed the
waiter a dollar bill, and that brought a
smile and obedience.

“Dan,” said Dalgleish, “I know you play
the fool all the time, but if I didn’t know
you for the shrewdest, closest little fur
trader north of fifty-three, and a sufferer
in this fur steal through your Company, I
wouldn’t let you in on this. Just the same,
don’t let drop a word of what I’m going to
tell you, drunk or sober. Trading in furs
is a racket—like most other things. That
is, certain parts of it. The poor boobs like
Pete McMullen are just tools in the game.
It is the disposing of the stolen furs down
here that is Big Business. Now, this same
Jean Coughborough put me on to the whole
layout, almost accidentally, and just when
I thought I'd have to go back North,
stumped.”

“So, Mister constable, you’ve been hi-de-

Right

ho-ing with Jean, you big chiseller, and me

spending half of my dough on her just
takin’ her places.”

DANCER HELPS THE SERGEANT

“Strictly business, Dan—and it had bet-
ter be that way with you too, so far as Jean
is concerned, or old man Coughborough

will plug you so full of holes we won't know

you from a colander. But seriously, Jean’s
tip-off helped me to get six of the gang
gaoled yesterday. Two of them got away—
one of them a young fellow who has been
making a dead set for her for months. He
slipped the racket to her one night. Jean
let it out to me, because her dad lost a
whole winter’s catch by the same thievery.
And for your information, old Pete Mullen
is now safely in gaol at Fort George. How’s
that? When we land these other two, I
can go north again and close out the whole
affair.”

“Ts it true that old Dave Protheroe is to
marry young Jean late this summer or early
fall? It is all over the Staveley district,”
commented Dan.

“Dave Protheroe is to be chief witness
at Fort George against old Pete, as soon as
I get back. There won’t be any marriage
till that’s over, and if Dave gets an eyeful
of this down here, there isn’t likely to be
any marriage at all. It would be better
that way. Just think of it—Jean, and all
the music and show there is here, and her

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