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street in back of the house.

Berchik was off to safety!

HE followed the alleyway to the side of the house in back of Prince Zuvor's residence. The house was
apparently deserted. But Berchik, following the directions which he had read, opened the side door and
entered.

He went to the front door of the house and peered through the glass panel. A taxicab drove up. It had
been summoned to this address by Prince Zuvor. Berchik hurried out and entered the cab.

As they turned the corner to the avenue, a car rolled by in the opposite direction. It was the sedan that
had followed Berchik to Prince Zuvor's house. The eyes within must have spotted Berchik in spite of his
disguise, for the sedan stopped suddenly.
"Hurry!" said Berchik to the driver. He had given the man an address named on the list of directions.

The cab sped rapidly onward. It turned into a side street, and Berchik left it.

He entered a small unpretentious house, which was entirely dark, and locked the door behind him. He
saw the sedan draw up as the cab pulled away.

Berchik dashed through the empty house and ran out the back door into another tiny alley which did not
go to the front of the house. This way led him to another street, where he found a second cab awaiting
him.

He instructed the driver to take him to the One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street railway station.

The sedan had lost the trail.

Berchik caught his train; one hour later, he reached a small town in Connecticut. There he went to a
garage, and gave his name as Robert Jennings. The garage man brought out a small coupe. The car was
an old one, but as Berchik drove away, he realized that it was in excellent running order.

A few miles outside the little town, Berchik stopped the car. Beneath the front seat, he found two New
York license plates.

He removed the Connecticut plates, and threw them into the woods beside the road. He attached the
New York plates and drove along.

He smiled contentedly in the darkness. His safety was now assured.

This automobile, kept in the Connecticut town under an assumed name, would enable him to reach a city
named in the directions; there he would take a train for the West.

AS Berchik's car whirled along the deserted road, the fleeing man felt the first relief that he had known
since he had come to America to deliver his master's wealth.

The Red agents had picked up his trail after he had given the jewels to Bruce Duncan. Since then they
had played a waiting, catlike game.