CHAPTER XIV Jim Farland went from the hotel to Codely's office, to ascertain whether the attorney's private investigators, who were working independently of him, had unearthed anything of importance in connection with the case. Sydney Prell stated that he would go for a walk, and the police detective, now thoroughly convinced that he would not try to run away, raised no objection. It was Prell's intention to make an attempt to meet Kate Gilbert. Murk hurried around getting his coat and hat and gloves and stick. Fool idea, Prell told himself. Kate Gilbert has given me the cold shoulder already, and she certainly will do it now, since I stand accused of murder. Not a chance in the world of getting better acquainted with her now. What do you want me to do, boss? Murk asked. I don't seem to be a mountain to much in this game. I'd like to be in action. I would. Can't I take a hand? As soon as possible, Prell told him. Remember, Farland said he wanted you to help him later. I'd rather help you or work alone, Murk said. I reckon he is pretty decent for a detective, but I don't put much stock in any of them. Prell laughed as he finished dressing, put on his hat and gloves, and reached for his stick.  Get a little practice in that line. Don't bother me, but just follow and watch. I get you, boss. You want me to be within hail and distance in case you need help. Exactly, Murk. We never can tell what is going to happen, you know. I may need you in a hurry. I'll be on hand, Murk promised. Sydney Prell went down in the elevator, Murk going down in the same car. Prell lounged about the lobby for a time, and Murk made himself as inconspicuous as possible in a corner. Prell believed, as Farland had intimated, that he was being followed and watched, possibly by the orders of George Lurton, his cousin. He did not know why Lurton should have done it, but it angered him, and he wanted to discover the man following him. He saw nobody in the lobby who appeared at all conspicuous, and after a short time he left and started walking briskly down the avenue, like any gentleman taking a constitutional. The midday throngs were on the street. Prell was forced to walk slower, and now and then he stopped to look in at a shop window. Once in a while he stepped to the curb and glanced behind. But if there was a shadow, Prell did not see him. He did see Murk, however, and he smiled at Murk's methods. Murk remained a short distance behind him, moving up closer whenever Prell was forced to cross the street, so he would not lose him in the throng. Murk was ordinary looking and had a happy faculty of a facing himself in a crowd. He was on the job every minute, watching Sydney Prell, glancing at every man or woman who approached Prell or as much as looked at him. Prell reached 42nd Street, crossed it, and came opposite the library. He glanced aside and saw Miss Kate Gilbert walking down the wide steps. It was a ticklish moment for Sydney Prell, but he remembered that he was fighting to protect himself. If Kate Gilbert ignored him he could not help it, at least he would give her the chance. She could not avoid seeing him, for they met face to face at the bottom of the steps. Prell lifted his hat. Good morning, Miss Gilbert, he said. She turned and met his eyes squarely, and he could see that she hesitated for a moment. Then her face brightened and she stepped toward him. Good morning, she replied, although it is a little afternoon, I'm afraid. Her words might have been for the benefit of any who heard. They were light enough and cordial enough, but she did not offer him her hand, and the expression on her face was scarcely one of welcome. I'm glad to see you again, Prell said. You are settled and feeling at home? In a measure, he said. She had not mentioned the crime of which he was accused, and he did not wish to be the first to speak of it. She stepped still closer. I want to talk to you, Mr. Prell, she said. Did she get a taxi and have the chauffeur drive us through the park? Prell scarcely could believe his good fortune. He had doubted whether he would have a chance to talk to her, and here she was asking him to engage a taxi cab so that they could enjoy a conversation. He hailed a passing taxi, put her in, gave the chauffeur his directions and sprang in himself. The machine turned at the first corner and started back up the avenue in the heavy traffic. You wish to speak to me about something in particular? Prell asked. Yes. I have read of the crime of which you are accused. I am sure that you are not guilty. Thank you, Miss Gilbert. I assure you that I am not. It is an unfortunate affair which we hope to have cleared up within a short time. I hope that you will be free soon, she said, and then you will be able to enjoy yourself, I suppose. I hope to have my vacation yet, Prell said. You are going to remain in New York? Certainly, it is my home. Sometimes a man does better away from home. But I have been away from home for ten years. I have made my pile, as the saying is, and have come home to show off, and lorded over my neighbors, Prell replied, laughing. They had reached the lower end of Central Park now, and the taxi turned into a driveway and made its way around the curves toward the upper end. The chauffeur was busy nodding to others of his craft and paying no attention to his fares. Sweethearts, he supposed, talking silly nothings as they were driven through the park. The chauffeur was used to such. He hauled many of them. Kate Gilbert leaned a bit closer to Prell, and when she spoke it was in a low, tense voice. Go away from New York, Mr. Prell. Why should I do that, he asked? It would be better for you, I feel sure. Because of the absurd charge against me, I intend to have my innocence proved, and I'd hate to run away and let people think that perhaps I was guilty after all. You have the right to prove your innocence of such a charge to all the world, she said. But after you have done it conclusively, you should go away. Why, he asked again. Because you have enemies, Mr. Prell. I have discovered that, but I do not know why I should have enemies. Perhaps you did something, some time, to create them. But I haven't, Prell declared. Retribution comes when we least expect it, Mr. Prell. Yes, I believe that you wrote that in one of your notes. He had said it, and Jim Farland had told him not to let her suspect that they knew. Well, he couldn't help it now. Kate Gilbert gasped and sat back from him. In my note, she said, the notes interested me greatly, Miss Gilbert. I have saved them. But why should you send them to me? You can ask me that, she exclaimed. So you know that I wrote them, do you? In that case, Mr. Prell, you know why I spoke of retribution. You probably know my identity and intentions, and you know why you have enemies. But I do not, he protested. Please do not attempt to tell a falsehood, Mr. Prell. You know I wrote the notes, do you? Then you know everything else, so you are going to fight. I failed to understand all this. Another falsehood, she cried. I have asked you to leave New York, and—and I failed to see why I should. Then remain, and receive the retribution, she said. You will deserve all you get, Sidney Prell. When I think of what you have done, she ceased speaking and turned to glance through the window. You were kind enough to say that you believed me innocent of the murder-charge. I do. I hate to have you facing a thing like that when you are innocent, but this other thing is— Can't you explain? I give you my word of honor that I do not understand this. Your word of honor, she sneered, facing him again. You speak of honor. You! That is the best jest of all. Sidney Prell's face flushed. I had hoped that I was a man of honor, he said. I always have tried to be honorable in my dealings with men and women all my life. Please understand that, Miss Gilbert. If you have tried, you have failed miserably. Why do you persist in telling falsehoods, Mr. Prell?   I wish it understood that we are strangers hereafter. You are going to fight, are you? Fight, Sidney Prell, and lose. What I said was correct. You cannot dodge retribution. It will take more than a million dollars to be able to do that. My dear young lady, I am done, Mr. Prell. I have said all that I intend saying to you. And it is my turn to talk, Prell said. This thing is getting to be so serious that I demand an explanation. Why should you and others be so eager to run me out of New York? Others? Yes, particularly one man we both know. His name, please? Why ask, Miss Gilbert? Very well. Why do you want me to run away? I did not know that others were trying to get you to leave, she said. I suggested it because—well, because I am a woman, I suppose.  I hate to see any man ground down and down, no matter how much he deserves it. And that is what is to happen to you if you do not go away. If you leave, your enemies will not use such harsh measures, perhaps. But when you are here before their very eyes, they will lift their hands against you. Who are these enemies, and why are they after my scalp? You know, Sidney Prell, as well as I. I can see that it is useless to talk to you. I am sorry that I had a moment's compassion and made the attempt. Please stop the cab and let me out here. But I demand to know. Do as I say, or I shall make a scene. Prell gave the signal and the taxi stopped. He helped her out and she started briskly down the nearest path. Sidney Prell paid the chauffeur and started to follow. He glanced back and saw Merck getting out of another taxi cab. He had forgotten Merck in his interest in the conversation with Kate Gilbert. But Merck had not forgotten. Merck had his orders and he was carrying them out. He was keeping in sight to be on hand if he was needed. Merck had a little money Prell had given him enough to pay the taxi chauffeur. Prell motioned for him to approach. Here's a roll of bills, he said. Keep up the game, Merck. Don't get too far away. I'll be right at your heels, boss. And keep your eyes open. Yes, sir. That woman was Kate Gilbert. Then I'll know her whenever I see her again, sir. Prell hurried on down the path. Merck kept pace with him a short distance behind. Kate Gilbert had been walking swiftly. She had reached the street and, as Prell watched, she crossed it. Prell followed. The girl did not look behind. She came to the middle of the block and ran up the steps of an apartment house. Prell passed the entrance, glanced at the number, and continued down the street. At the corner he allowed Merck to catch up with him. He turned in at the address Jim Farland gave us, Prell said. She has gone home, Merck. I fancy that we are done with her for today. A lot he knew about it. End of Chapter 14. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 15 of The Brand of Silence. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Brand of Silence by Harrington Strong. Chapter 15. A Moment of Violence. Sydney Prell turned around and walked back along the street to the park. Merck once more following at a short distance, as he had been ordered to do. Because he wanted to think of his predicament, Prell crossed into the park and began following one of the paths toward the south, making his way along it slowly, paying little attention to the persons he passed now and then. He crossed a drive and followed another path, and now he came to a secluded spot where the path was hidden from passersby, on the other walks and drives. Here the way ran through a tiny gulch, the sides of which were banked with bushes. Squirrels scampered, and birds chattered at him, but Prell saw none of them. He was trying to explain to himself why Kate Gilbert had warned him to leave New York, why she had interested herself in his affairs at all, asking himself for the thousandth time what species of net it was in which he suddenly had found himself and meshed, without knowing the reason for it. He had demanded information and it had not been given him. She had said nothing at all that gave him an inkling as to the nature of what seemed to be a plot against him. He had been as firm as he dared, he told himself. A man could not threaten a woman, could not use violence in an attempt to make her speak and reveal secrets. We'll have to work from another corner, Sidney Prell told himself. I can't threaten a woman, but I can pummel a man, and if I meet George Lerton again I am liable to forget what Jim Farland told me and use my own methods. He walked on through the tiny ravine. He came to a cross-path, and a man lurched down it and against him. Beg pardon, Prell murmured. Wonder you wouldn't look where you're going, the other exclaimed. Got an idea you own the whole park or something like that? Even like you shouldn't be running around loose. You ran into me, not I into you," Prell reminded him. As he spoke, he looked at the other closely. He saw a gigantic man who had the general appearance of a thug whose chin was thrust forward aggressively and whose hands were opening and closing as if he wished they were around Sidney Prell's throat. I've a notion to smash you one," the fellow said, advancing toward Prell a bit. Prell's temper flamed at once. His own chin was shot forward and his own hands closed. If that is the way you feel about it, start in, Prell said. Perhaps I can teach you to act decently and keep a civil tongue in your head. The man before him made no comment. He simply launched himself forward like a thunderbolt. Sidney Prell darted quickly to one side and tossed his hat and stick on the ground. He did not have time to get off his coat. He could not even remove his gloves. The other, missing him in that first rush, turned and came back, swinging his fists. Prell did not dart aside now. He put himself on guard, braced himself against the side of the little gulch and waited for the attack. They clashed and Prell knew that he had a real fight on his hands, for the man who had attacked him was no mean antagonist. But after the first real clash, Prell had no fear of the outcome. The man was brutal, but he had no skill. He delivered blows that would have felled anyone, but they did not reach their objective. And a second man crashed down through the brush and joined in the attack. Sidney Prell realized in that moment that the attack had been premeditated and the fight forced upon him purposely. It fed fuel to the flames of his wrath. He did not know whether this was the work of some of his unknown enemies or whether these thugs were mere robbers intent upon getting his wallet and watch. It made little difference to him which they were. With his back against the side of the gulch, he fought with what skill he could, trying to stand off both of them. The attack had come with a rush and all this had occupied but a few seconds. Presently a human whirlwind appeared and took part in the battle. There was an angry roar from a human throat, a raucous curse, a rushing body, the thuds of swift hard blows. Mr. Merck had reached the scene. The battle immediately became twofold. Merck fought as these thugs fought, disregarding the finer rules of combat, seeking only to put his opponent out, no matter by what means. Merck was not unaccustomed to fighting of that character, and he was doubly formidable now, for he was angry at the attack on Sydney Prail. Merck had been too far away to hear what had been said when the trouble started, but he had seen, and he guessed immediately that some of Sydney Prail's enemies were engaged in the attempt. Merck went after his opponent with determination, if not with skill. He fought him down the path, and there the fellow rallied from the surprise and rushed back. But Merck was not the sort to give ground. In a fight a man should stand up to another until one of them was whipped, Merck thought. He knew how to give blows, but not how to guard against them. He was marked, and marked well, before the battle was a minute old, but he had the satisfaction of seeing blood in the face of his antagonist. Part to foot they stood and hammered each other, and gradually Merck began wearing the other man down. As for Sydney Prail, now that he had but the one thug against him, he fought with skill and cunning, knowing that the other was a bit the stronger, but realizing that he would be victor if he used reasonable care. His flare of anger had passed, and now he was fighting like a clever pugilist. He warded off the other's powerful blows, and now and then he slipped beneath a guard, or smashed his way through one, and sent home a blow of his own. At the end of three minutes the thugs were getting much the worst of it. Gradually they were being fought back toward the nearest driveway. Back and back they went, but did not turn and run. Sydney Prail sensed that they were fighting for money, that they were being paid for this attack, and he realized that but for the presence of Merck he would have had no chance whatever, and probably would be a senseless, bleeding thing now. None of them knew that the fight had attracted attention, but it had. Two women, coming around a curve in the path, had seen it, and had run back toward the nearest driveway, screeching. Two mounted policemen hurried toward them, heard the story, and charged down the path. The two thugs made no effort to escape. They stopped fighting, and Prail and Merck ceased also, though the latter was eager to continue until a decision had been rendered. Merck had fought off and where there was no interference, and he disliked to be bothered now, but he desisted at Prail's command. Well, what's all this about? one of the officers demanded. He did not address any of them particularly. I was walking along the path and these men attacked me, Sydney Prail said. My valet was a short distance behind, and he came to my assistance. I never saw these fellows before. Nothing like it! one of the thugs snarled. Me and my pal were walking along this path and met these men, and the one with the stick ordered us out of the way as if we were dogs. When we didn't move quick enough, they jumped into us. That's a lie, Merck began. You can settle this at the station, the officer replied. All of you are coming along with us. Prail picked up his hat and stick, took off his torn gloves, and threw them away, and motioned from Merck to walk at his side and to keep quiet. They went to the driveway and along it, the policeman watching the four of them closely, the thugs growling to each other and remarking that it was a fine day when honest working men could not stroll in Central Park without a dude and his valet trying to beat them up. There was a short wait when the station was reached, and then, at the lieutenant's command, one of the thugs poured forth his story. He gave his name and address, as did the other, and both made the statement that they were out of work at present. Prail stepped forward and gave his name. The lieutenant stared at him in surprise. Why, it's the guy who croaked that man, Shepley! one of the thugs cried.   You fellows made a deliberate attack on me and you know it, and I want to know who paid you to do it. Understand? You're crazy, said one of the thugs. Prail turned to the lieutenant. I'd like to have Jim Farrellan sent for, he said. He has been handling things for me. I want him to investigate these men. I have an idea that the names and addresses they gave are fictitious. Recently enemies of mine have caused me considerable trouble, and I feel sure that these men were hired to attack me. Fortunately, my valet was walking a short distance behind me, and rushed up and helped me hold them off.  In that case I'll have to let you go for the present, the lieutenant said. The charge is fighting and disorderly conduct, and bail will be one hundred dollars in each case. You may use the telephone if you wish, Mr. Prail. Prail hurried to the telephone, called Jim Farrellan's office, and was informed that Farrellan did not been there, and that the girl in charge did not know where he was, or what he was doing, or when he would return. Prail left instructions for Farrellan and went back to the desk. This is a serious business, though it may not look like it on the face, he said. I'd like to have these men held until we can make sure they have given correct names and addresses. No use holding them if they have given bail, the lieutenant replied. I think it's nothing but a regular scrap. You can talk to the judge later, all of you. Prail took a roll of bills from his pocket and put up cash bail for both Merck and himself. One of the thugs followed suit and pulling out a roll of bills, stripped off two hundred dollars, and arranged for the release of himself and his partner. You seem to have a lot of money for men who are out of work, Prail said. Been saving it, and it's none of your business anyway, growled the other. They started toward the door, and Prail and Merck followed them, watched them until they started away, and then turned back to bade their faces and hands. Then Prail got a taxi cab and drove to the office of a physician who did his best to make the countenances of Prail and Merck presentable. It was an hour later when Jim Farland called Prail by telephone at the hotel. I've investigated that little matter, Sid, he reported. Those fellows gave fictitious addresses, as you supposed they had done, and it is an even bet that the names they gave were fictitious too. No doubt about it, Sid, they were hired to get you. You'd better be on guard and a bit careful. End of Chapter 15 CHAPTER XVI An hour before dinner, Detective Jim Farland suddenly appeared in Sidney Prail's suite at the hotel. They're working on me now, Sid, he said. I got a telephone message when I was in the office, and the gent at the other end of the line informed me that it would be beneficial to my health if I immediately ceased having anything to do with the Rufus Shepley murder case and stopped working for you. Any idea where the message came from, Prail asked? It came from a public pay station in the subway. I had the call traced immediately, of course. No chance of finding out who sent it, naturally. I doubt whether I'd recognize the voice if I heard it again. Could tell by the way the fellow talked that he was trying to disguise his tones. I told him to go to Blazes, and he informed me that I was up against something too big for a man to face, or something like that. Jim, if there is any danger, I don't want you to work for me, Sidney Prail said. You're married and a father, and that will be about all from you, Sid, Farland interrupted. Think I'm going to let some man who doesn't tell me his name throw a scare into me? But if there is danger, I thrive on danger, said Jim Farland. Think I'm going to desert you at this stage of the game? That is what they want, of course.  I'm in this game to stay, Sid.  We are going right ahead. I got a note at the office, too. A note, Prail gasped. Typewritten, but not on George Lertin's battered typewriter this time. It remarked that unless I gave up this case, somebody would make things hard for me, or words to that effect. Old stuff. If they are so scared that they send threatening letters, they're whipped right now, and they know it. I had an interesting experience this afternoon, said Prail. The fight? I don't mean that. I met Kate Gilbert in front of the library. She asked me to get a taxicab and drive her through the park. I did it. She begged me to leave New York and remain away, and said that my enemies might not be so harsh if I did. I tried to get her to explain, and she insisted that I knew all there was to know. She left the taxicab and walked to her home. I'll have to investigate that girl more thoroughly, Farlan said. She is on guard now, as far as I am concerned. Does she know Merck by sight? I think not. Then here is where Merck gets a steady job for a time, Jim Farlan declared. Merck, you go up to Kate Gilbert's home and watch a bit. Give him plenty of money, Sid, for expenses. Just see if she leaves the place, Merck, and if so, where she goes and to whom she talks. Get any general information you can. Try to keep her from knowing that you are watching her, but if she finds it out, drop the chase and get back here and we'll put another shadow on the job. When you are sure that she has decided to remain in her apartment for the night, report back here to Mr. Preil. You watch me, Merck said. I never expected to be caught doing detective work, and I reckon it's something like a disgrace, but this is a sort of special occasion. Preil gave Merck more money in case he would have to engage taxicabs, or follow Kate Gilbert where money would be necessary for tips and bribes. Your face looks pretty good, but you want to remember that there are some marks on it, Preil told him. It's looked worse, boss, Merck replied, grinning. I'll try to do this thing right. Merck hurried down in the elevator and went from the hotel. He got a cab immediately and promised that dire things would happen to the chauffeur if he did not get to a certain corner up beside the park in record time. Jim Farland had given him a badge to be used if he was questioned by a police officer, and he was to say that he was an operative attached to Farland's office. Merck discharged the taxi at the proper corner, touched, matched a cigarette, and walked slowly down the street toward the apartment house where Kate Gilbert lived with her father and her maid. Jim Farland had told him the location of the Gilbert apartment, and Merck saw that the lights in it were burning. It was about time for dinner, he knew. He went to a drugstore on the nearest corner and hurried into a telephone booth. He called the apartment house and asked to be connected with the Gilberts. A woman's hoarse voice answered his call, and he guessed that it was the maid speaking. Miss Kate Gilbert there, Merck asked. Who is calling, please? Tell her it is about the Prail Affair, Merck replied. One moment, I'll call her. Kate Gilbert's voice came to him over the wire, almost immediately. Miss Gilbert, Merck asked. I was to tell you that, and then Merck jerked down the receiver-hook and grinned as he put the receiver on it. Kate Gilbert would believe that a careless central girl had cut them off and put an end to the conversation. He had learned what he had wished to learn, that Kate Gilbert was at home. He walked back up the street. All he had to do now was to watch, and if Kate Gilbert left the place, follow her. If she did not, Merck would wait half an hour or so after the lights in the apartment were turned out to be sure that she had retired and then would hurry back to the hotel. Merck watched from a distance at first and then went slowly forward, for he did not wish to attract attention by remaining in one position too long. There were a few persons on the block, and now and then some automobile or taxi cab would discharge a passenger and go on. Merck made his way slowly to the end of the block, always watching the entrance of the apartment house, crossed the street and started back on the other side. He came in front of a dark passageway between two buildings and went on, and out of the mouth of that dark passageway came a blow that caused Merck to groan once and topple forward. Hands gripped his unconscious body and drew him back into the darkness. End of Chapter 16 Recording by Roger Maline Chapter 17 of The Brand of Silence This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.  Many times during his career Merck had experienced similar pains and he knew that the best thing to do was to remain quiet for a short time, keep his eyes closed and gradually pull himself together. So he pretended that he had not regained consciousness. He knew that he had been stretched upon a bed or couch of some sort and that his wrists were lashed together and his ankles. He was not gagged, however. Gradually the pain ceased. Merck's senses cleared and he became aware of what was going on around him. He could hear whispered voices but could not distinguish words and sentences. Neither could he tell whether the voices were those of men or women. Finally Merck opened his eyes. He found that he was in a small room furnished in quite an ordinary manner. He was stretched out on an old-fashioned sofa. There were a few chairs scattered about and a cupboard in one corner. In the middle of the room was an ordinary table covered with a red cloth. Upon the table a kerosene lamp was burning. Merck groaned and made an attempt to sit up but fell back again because of a fit of dizziness. It became evident that his groan had been heard in the room adjoining. For the door, which had been ajar, now was thrown wide open and two men entered. Merck knew them instantly. They were the men who had attacked Sidney Preil in the park. Back to earth, are you? One of them snarled. If I had my way, you'd have been cracked on the head for good. Merck snarled and replied, despite the fact that he was bound and at the mercy of these men. Sore because I smashed your face, Merck said. That'll be about all out of you. I may take a smash at you yet. You've got a good chance while my hands and feet are tied, Merck replied. It's the only time you could get away with it all right. Turn me loose and I can clean up the two of you. You're not doing any cleaning up for the present, he was told. Merck began wondering at the object of the assault upon him. He could feel the role of Bill's Preil had given him bulging his vest pocket, so he guessed robbery was not the motive. He managed to sit up on the sofa now and he glared at the two thugs before him with right good will. One of the men went back into the adjoining room and the other remained standing before Merck, sneering at him. His hands opening and closing as if he would take Merck's throat in them and choke the life out of Sidney Preil's valet and comrade in arms. Then the man who had left the room returned and there was another with him. Merck looked at this stranger with sudden interest. He was well dressed, Merck could see, but he wore an ulster that had the wide collar turned up around his neck and he had a mask on his face, a homemade mask that was nothing more than a handkerchief with ice-lits cut in it. Afraid to show yourself, are you? Merck sneered. Who are you, the chief thug? The masked man pulled a chair up before the sofa and sat down. His eyes glittered at Merck through the slits in the handkerchief. You are not going to be harmed, my man, if you are reasonable, he said. Reasonable about what? Merck demanded. We want some information and we think you can give it to us, that is all. I don't know much, said Merck. Tell us why you were prowling around that house near the park. Maybe I was taking a walk, Merck answered. And maybe you were spying, as I happen to know you were. We assume that Sidney Prail sent you to watch the comings and goings of a certain young woman and her friends. Go right ahead, Assumen. It will avail you nothing, my man, to adopt this attitude, Merck was told, and it might help you a great deal if you are willing to listen to reason. I'm listening, Merck replied. You haven't been working for Sidney Prail very long, have you? Only a few days, since you seem to know all about it anyway. Why ask foolish questions? Very well. We understand that Prail kept you from committing suicide and then gave you a job. There is no reason why you should feel an overwhelming gratitude for Prail. He merely got a valet cheap. What about it? Merck growled. Sidney Prail has a million dollars, but you'll never see much of it. He isn't the sort of man to toss his money away. And there are others, not particularly Prail's friends, who have many millions between them. Well, that ain't doing me much good. But it may do you a lot of good. We want information, and we stand ready to pay for it. I guess you'll have to do a little explaining, Merck told him. I never was any good at guessing riddles. Life's too short to be spent working out silly puzzles. Very well, the masked man said. As you perhaps are aware, Prail has certain enemies. That is enough for you to know, if he has not told you more. If you can give me information concerning Sidney Prail's plans, and tell us how much he knows, we will pay you handsomely. I get you, Merck said. And if you can manage to continue working for Prail, and let us know everything as it comes up, there'll be considerably more in it for you. Want me to do the spy act, do you? Call it whatever you like. There is a chance for you to earn some good money. How much, Merck demanded. That depends upon the services you render us. But let me assure you that you will be richly rewarded. We will not fool you or defraud you. What do you want to know? What is Jim Farland the detective doing? What has he reported to Prail? He ain't reported much of anything, said Merck. We want to know what Prail thinks about the situation. Tell us all you know concerning the Rufus Shepley murder case. Has Sidney Prail said anything you have been able to hear about the enemies who are bothering him? You understand what we want to know. Everything possible about Prail's plans. And we want you to watch henceforth, and keep us informed in a way I shall explain to you. Well, explain it, said Merck. Scarcely, until we know that you are our man. Try to think of things now, and tell us. Be sure you let us have everything. What you deem unimportant may be really important to us. I'd feel a lot more friendly to you, gents, if you'd untie me, said Merck. I can't talk business when I'm treated like a prisoner, or something like that. You'll be untied as soon as you get there. You'll be untied as soon as we feel sure of you, and not before, Merck was told. We are not taking chances with you. Are you going to work for us? I'm not sure that the proposition looks good to me, Merck said. I make a deal with a man whose face I can't see, and do the dirty work, and then maybe you turn me down cold and don't give me a cent, and I lose my job with Mr. Prail, and get in a nice fix. Don't you suppose I got some common sense? Make the deal with us, and you shall have five hundred dollars in cash before you leave this room, the masked man promised. And take my word for it, you'll be rewarded richly if you serve us well. Well, I don't know much about this business, Merck said. You know I ain't been with Mr. Prail very long. All I know is that he's got some enemies who are trying to get the best of him.  Maybe you both had a hand in the killing, the masked man said, and if you don't come to terms with us, you may find yourself in jail charged with being an accessory.  Softly, softly, said the masked man, I was merely showing you where you stand. Well, don't start talking to me that way if you want to do business with me. If I'm going to work for you, I've got to know what's what. Who's got it in for Mr. Prail, and why? That's what I want to know. And what is it you're trying to do to him? How can I help if I ain't wise? Some of the wealthiest and most influential men in the city are against Sidney Prail. They are determined to run him away from this, his old hometown. They are going to strip him of his fortune, if they can.  Well, why are they going to do all this? It is not necessary for you to know at present. Perhaps you will learn that from Sidney Prail, if you keep your ears and eyes open. All we want you to do is to watch and listen, and make frequent reports to us. You'll have to be loyal to us, of course, if you are not, we shall punish you.  You'll find that out in time, maybe. I guess I'd better know right now. It is not necessary. Besides, we are not sure of you yet, please remember. How could you ever be sure of me, Merck cried?  If somebody happened along and raised the price? Why, you simp, I wouldn't turn against Mr. Prail for a million dollars. He's treated me decent, and he was the first man who ever did that.  So he has told you that he doesn't know why he has enemies? He has, and he told the truth. There's something phony about that murder case. Somebody's trying to frame him, and when Jim Farland gets through, somebody is going to jail. So you will not work for us? You're right, I won't. Maybe I don't amount to much, but a mighty square compared to some people I know about.  I guess I'll manage to struggle along, Merck said. We'll see about that, the masked man replied, getting up from the chair. Perhaps a night spent in your present position, without food or water, will cause you to change your mind. If it does not, there are other methods that can be used. Going to pull rough stuff, are you? Merck sneered. Go as far as you like. You can manhandle me, but you can't make me turn against Sidney Preil. That's a golden little thought for today, as the preacher says. End of Chapter 17. Recording by Roger Maline Chapter 18 of The Brand of Silence This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline The Brand of Silence by Harrington Strong Chapter 18. A Woman's Way The masked man stepped forward, snarling behind his mask, his hands closing. And the two thugs stepped forward also, as if to use Merck roughly if the other gave the command. But there was an interruption. Kate Gilbert came in from the adjoining room. The masked man whirled to meet her. You should not, he began. It makes no difference, Kate Gilbert said. This man knows me, or he would not have been set to spying on me. Sidney Preil knows that I am associated with his enemies, since I was talking to him today. It is not necessary for me to mask my face. It really was not necessary for you to come, said the masked man. This fellow refuses to have anything to do with us. I cannot blame him. You used violence to get him here. I am afraid that I should refuse to have business relations with a man who knocked me on the head. It was the only way. We couldn't approach him on the street very well. We have him here now, and perhaps may be able to force him to see the light. I shall not countenance more violence, Kate Gilbert said. I told you in the beginning that force was not to be used. This man is not to be blamed in any way. He merely is an employee of the man we are fighting. I think it justifiable to use any method that will get results, the masked man told her. You seem to forget. I do not forget, Kate Gilbert cried. Who has a better right to hope to see Sidney Preil punished? Who has suffered more than I and mine? But I do not wish to see violence used. This man may be made to help us, but I fear you have taken the wrong method. And what do you intend doing now? Perhaps it will be as well for you to return home and allow us to handle this part of the affair, the masked man told her. No woman likes violence, of course, but at times it is necessary. We are going to leave him here tonight to think things over. He will be stiff and sore and hungry in the morning. But, Kate Gilbert protested, It is the better way, I assure you, and quite necessary. This thing is so big that it must be handled with firmness and decision. You have aided us greatly, but I think it will be a mistake to let you take command of the situation.  Very well, sir, she said. But let me talk to this man alone. Perhaps common sense and kindness will prevail where violence did not. I sincerely hope so. I am willing to let you talk to him, but you are to be guarded in your speech. Tell him nothing about the real affair. We want to be sure of him before we take him fully into our confidence. All we wish him to do is to keep us informed about Preil and Jim Farland and any others who may be helping Preil.  The masked man motioned the two thugs out of the room and then followed them, closing the door behind him. Kate Gilbert sat down in the chair before the sofa and looked at Merck.  That was going a bit too far. I knew nothing of it until I received a telephone message saying that you were spying in the place where I live and that you had been captured and brought here. I understand that, lady, Merck replied. I know that you have been with Mr. Preil only a few days. If he were in your place now, I might be inclined to turn my back and let those men handle him. But you are not to be blamed for the faults of your employer. No, ma'am, said Merck. I am going to tell you only this much. Sydney Preil committed a great wrong against several persons. Those persons have banded together to have vengeance. Sydney Preil deserves everything that can happen to him. I think you've got him wrong, ma'am, said Merck. He's even accused of murder, and I know he ain't guilty. Neither do I believe that he is guilty of that crime. But that has nothing to do with this other affair. The persons who are banded together against Sydney Preil have nothing to do with the murder charge, I am sure. I reckon he'll be glad to know that. But you've got him wrong in this other thing, lady. Mr. Preil is worried almost to death because he don't know who his enemies are or why they are causing him a lot of trouble. Has he led you to believe that? She asked. I know he's telling the truth, ma'am. He's got a detective working, trying to find out what it all means. Then he is fooling you and the detective also. Sydney Preil knows who his enemies are and why they are troubling him. He tried to tell me that he did not know, and almost in the same breath he told me something that convinced me he did know. You have received an offer to help us. Are you willing? I don't intend to turn against Mr. Preil, Merck declared. I ain't a man like that. These gents can keep me here and starve me and beat me up, and that's all the good it'll do him. I know a man when I see one, and Mr. Preil's a man, and a square man, and I'm going to stand by him. He has fooled you. You do not know him for the scoundrel that he is. Maybe it's you that's being fooled, lady. No. If you knew all, you would understand. Well, why don't you tell me then?   Then I'll stay right here and take my beaten at the hands of them thugs. You will do nothing of the kind, she said. I will not see them use violence toward you. I don't see how you're going to help it, ma'am. I am going to have you released. You may return to Sydney Preil and tell him that we intend to punish him, but that I, for one, will not resort to violence. He may fight unfairly, but we do not. She lowered her voice and bent toward him. I'll attract their attention and send my maid to release you, she said. Remain where you are. Yes, I'm. Without another word Kate Gilbert got up and left the room, closing the door behind her. In the other room were the masked man, the two thugs, and Marie, the maid. I have talked to him, and I have a plan, Kate Gilbert told the others. Marie, I wish you to do something for me. Take the taxi cab and go on the errand, and after I am done here I will go home in another car. She stepped across to the maid and gave her whispered instructions, while the men waited. Marie left the room, walked through the hall, and left the house. Kate Gilbert sat down at the table and called the others to her. That man is loyal to Prail, she explained. Prail has fooled him. He honestly believes that Prail does not know his enemies, or why he is being bothered, and he is grateful to Prail for what Prail has done for him. So naturally he refuses to turn against his employer. If you will leave the matter in my hands, the masked man suggested. I may do so after we have had this little talk. Come closer so I can speak in a low tone, and he will not hear. They pulled their chairs up to the table. This man is stubborn, she said. You could starve him or beat him, and it would do you not the slightest good. It would only make him the more determined to be faithful to Prail. We would gain nothing. We've got to convince him that we are in the right. I object to telling him the whole truth, said the masked man. He could do nothing except tell it to Prail, and Prail knows it already, doesn't he, Kate Gilbert asked. You want to let the fellow go? The masked man cried. Why, we can use him as a sort of hostage. As if Sidney Prail would care if he never saw his valet again. He is more than a valet. He is one of Prail's spies. If we can hold this man prisoner and attend to Jim Farland, that detective, Prail would stand alone. There are not many men he would trust to help him, and if he stands alone it will be easier for us to torment him, cause him trouble, drive him away. Sometimes I regret that we started this thing, Kate Gilbert said. What will it avail us to make Prail's life miserable? You seem to forget. I forget nothing. I know how I have suffered, how my father and others have suffered, but I am not sure that retribution will not visit Sidney Prail even if we keep our hands off.  You have a soft heart, as is right and proper in a woman, but when you remember your father, I am not quitting, she declared. I will continue the game. But I will not permit violence toward anybody, least of all to a poor fellow who has nothing to do with the affair except that he is working for Sidney Prail. We can accomplish our aims without becoming thugs and breaking laws ourselves. I understood that we always were to keep inside the law. Well, what have you to suggest? the masked man asked. Let Prail's valet go, for he can do us no harm. Prail knows that I am against him, but he can make no moves unless we break the law and his detective has us apprehended. We play into Sidney Prail's hands if we do that. Can't you see it? We do not want to give him an advantage, do we? If we use violence or break a law, we do just that. We must break him down cleverly. I see that point all right. I am astonished that you do not see it before. You appear to be very vindictive lately, yet you did not suffer as some others suffered. I have my reasons. I always have hated Sidney Prail. Then you are making this fight for personal reasons? Do not forget that some very good friends of mine suffered because of Prail. But about the valet. Let him go, I say. What harm can he do? We slugged him to get him here. He can report it to the police and have you arrested and these two men. And what evidence would he have, she asked? Who would testify that he was telling the truth? These two men can keep out of sight for the present.  This house is vacant so far as the neighbors know. It is owned by a man whose wife died and who has been gone for more than a year. The agent who rented it to us furnished is one of us. We can simply close it up and not come here again. If he complained, and the police investigated, they would find the house closed and the nearest neighbors would declare that it had been closed since the owner went away. The furniture is not even dusted. That part is all right. And that attack on Prail in the park during the afternoon, she went on. That was a mistake. Suppose Detective Farland managed to connect that with us. I tell you we must not break a law or Sidney Prail may get the advantage. We can't handle an affair like this with kid-gloves, the masked man declared. We do as I say, or I shall go to Sidney Prail and tell him everything and rob you of your vengeance. You would do that, the masked man cried, springing from his chair. I'll do it if there is any more violence, she declared. It was understood that no rough tactics were to be used, and I demand that we carry out the original plan. We'll see about this, the masked man cried. I'll talk to some of the others. And I'll leave the game if there is any more violence. Do not forget that, Kate Gilbert cried. She continued to talk and plan, for she was fighting for time. She had known that at the last moment this man would refuse to release Merck. Marie, the big maid, had hurried from the house, which sat far back from the street and was surrounded by trees. But she had returned after watching for a few minutes. Merck, sitting on the sofa, heard somebody at one of the windows. He watched the sash being raised slowly and cautiously, and after a time saw the head of Marie. She motioned him for silence, listened a moment, and then crawled inside. Marie hurried across to Merck and fumbled with the cords that bound his wrists together behind his back. The bonds slipped away and Merck made quick work of the one around his ankles. He hurried across the room, got through the window, and helped the big maid through. Marie led him toward the street. Come right along with me, she commanded, when there were some distance from the house. Thanks for helping me out, but I guess I'll hang around, Merck replied. I'm right eager to get a look at the face of the man who is wearing the mask. I supposed you'd want to do that, the big maid told him. And that's what I've got orders to keep you from doing. You come along with me. Merck got a surprise. Marie gripped his shoulder with her left hand, and it was no gentle grip. Then he saw that she was holding an automatic pistol in her right hand. There is a taxi at the corner, she informed Merck. We're going to get into it and drive back to the city. You may be able to find this house afterward, but I doubt it. Suppose I take a notion not to go, Merck asked. I'm not afraid to shoot, Marie informed him. Ah, let me go, he exclaimed. You're in wrong in this deal. See, I tell you that Mr. Prail, my boss, is an all right man, and you people are making some kind of a mistake. I like to see a man stick up for his boss, replied the gigantic Marie, and I'm sticking up for mine right this minute, and she told me to see that you went to town.  You're not a bad-looking man at all." Merck felt himself blushing at this unexpected announcement. Stories from the lips of a woman was something new in his life. He glanced at the Amazon beside him. And you're sure some woman, he said, and that ain't just nice talk. I sure mean it. But you ain't got this from the right angle. I've got to work for Mr. Prail. I'd be a dead one this minute, if it wasn't for him. If I didn't stick by him now, I'd never be able to look at myself in a shaven mirror again. You don't want me to be an ungrateful pup, do you? You see, having directed her attention to another topic for a moment, Merck put his plan into action. He made a quick lunge forward as he spoke, springing a bit to one side as he did so, and trying to seize the automatic and tear it from her grasp. But the gigantic Marie had been anticipating something like that, like Merck's speech and his manner that said he was a willing captive. She lurched forward and hurled Merck back, sprang after him, crashed the butt of the weapon against the side of his head, and then, while he was a trifle groggy from the blow, she grasped him with her powerful hand and piloted him toward the street with strength and determination. Never try to play them child's tricks on me," she announced. Merck regarded her with mingled admiration and chagrin and spoke with enthusiasm. Some woman, he commented. End of CHAPTER XIII. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Brand of Silence by Harrington Strong. CHAPTER XIX. CODELY QUIT. Merck, compelled to ride back to the city in the taxi cab with Marie, spent the time in ordinary conversation with the Amazon and told himself repeatedly that she was a great woman, a dangerous state of mind for a bachelor. The only reason Merck wanted to remain in the vicinity of the cottage was to catch a sight of the countenance of the man who had worn the mask. As far as the cottage itself was concerned, he had noticed a signboard on a street corner not far from it, and he would be able to locate it again if Sidney Preil or Jim Farland thought it necessary. Marie stopped the taxi cab near the park and Merck got out and gallantly offered to pay the bill for his enemy, but Marie would not allow it. I hope to see you often and get to know you better when this little scrap is over, Merck made bold to say, and then, chuckling at her retort, he started walking down the street. He did not care to ride, for it was not so very many blocks to the hotel, and Merck wanted time to formulate in his mind the report he intended to make to his employer. Preil was waiting for him, and Merck told his story in detail and without embellishment. So Kate Gilbert had you freed, did she, Preil said? And she told the others that she would quit them if they used any more violence? Merck, old boy, when our foes begin fighting in their own camp, it is time for us to begin to hope. A house divided against itself cannot stand, as you probably have heard. He certainly panned the man who wore the handkerchief over his face, Merck said. I think I'd know him again, boss. He talked a good deal, remember, and he got careless toward the last and used his regular voice. And I watched his hands. Boobe didn't have sense enough to wear gloves. Anybody but a boob would know that a hand can be recognized as easy as a face. Let us hope that they make a lot of mistakes like that, Merck, Preil replied. I'll be glad if we ever solve this confounded mystery. It's getting on my nerves. They remained up until one o'clock in the morning, but Jim Farland neither visited the hotel again nor called them up, and so they went to bed. They did not rise early, but had breakfast in the suite and took their time about eating it. After that they waited for Farland to arrive or telephone and give orders to tell news. Farland did not come, but attorney Codley did. Merck admitted him, and the distinguished criminal lawyer sat in the window beside Preil, a grave expression on his face, his manner that of a disconcerted man. I gather you do not bring good news, judging from your countenance, Preil said. At least I have not come to say that the case against you is any stronger, Codley replied. I'd like to speak to you alone, Mr. Preil. Certainly. You may go into the other room, Merck, and remain until I call. Merck obeyed, and Sidney Preil bent forward in his chair and looked at the attorney again, wondering what this visit meant, what was coming, half fearing that the news would be ill after all. Mr. Preil, Codley said, I have come here to your apartment to tell you that I wish you to get another attorney. I beg your pardon, Preil gasped. I wish to withdraw from the case, Mr. Preil, that is all. One attorney does that frequently, you know. But I want you to handle my case, Preil said. I have been given to understand that you are one of the foremost criminal lawyers in the city, and you have done so much already. I insist that I withdraw, Mr. Preil. I shall be ethical. I shall give the man you name in my place all the knowledge at my command regarding this case, and I shall see that the change does not embarrass you or place you in jeopardy. The court will grant extensions if they are necessary. Farland gave me to understand that my alibi now is of such a nature that the case against me may be dismissed. I had hoped that you had come here this morning to tell me so. I fancy that any good attorney can get the charge dismissed, Codely said. But I do not want to be freed under a cloud. I want the public to be sure I did not kill Rufa Shepley. I want to have the public know the identity of the man who did. That is what I thought, and that will take considerable time, perhaps, Codely said. And so I wish to withdraw. If it is a question of fee— Nothing of the sort, Mr. Preil. I am sure you would pay me any reasonable fee, I asked. There is no question regarding your financial ability. May I ask, then, why you desire to leave the case, Sidney Preil asked. I'd rather not state my reasons, Mr. Preil. Just let me withdraw, and make arrangements with the court, after you have named the man to take my place. The bail arrangement will stand, of course. So you do not care to tell your reasons, Preil said. Mr. Codely, a banker refused to handle my funds. A hotel manager ordered me out, you might say, for no good reason whatever. I understand that I have some powerful enemies who are working in the dark, and who cause these annoyances. Do you wish me to understand, Mr. Codely, that they have been to see you? Do you wish me to think that you are under the thumbs of these persons, whoever they may be? The attorneys' face flushed, and he looked angry for an instant, but quickly controlled himself. I do not care to go into details, Mr. Preil, he said. Then it is the truth, Preil said. The big criminal lawyer is not so big, but that others can force him to do as they please. Let us say as I please, Mr. Preil. Then you think that you have a good reason for withdrawing? I do. In other words, something has been told you that convinced you I am not a fit client. Is that it? And instead of telling me what it is, and giving me a chance to refute the charge, or explain, you simply take the easiest course and believe my enemies. Do you call that an example of the square deal? Let us not talk about it further, Mr. Preil, Codely replied. I feel quite sure that you have a complete understanding of the situation. But I have not. I seem to be able to understand nothing in regard to this affair of which I am the central figure. I would give half my fortune, I believe, to have an explanation and be able to set things right. No doubt you would be willing to give half your fortune to set things right, Codely said. It is your privilege, of course, to say that you do not understand. Mr. Preil, you must see that this interview is painful to me, and that it must be painful to you. Why prolong it? As far as I am concerned, this interview may be terminated at once, sir, said Mr. Preil exclaimed. I'll send you a check for your services as soon as you submit your bill. And please do not neglect to do so at once. I'll inform you as soon as possible of the name of the man I select to fill your legal shoes in this matter. This is satisfactory? Very well. Merck—Merck hurried in from the adjoining room when he heard Sidney Preil's call. Show Mr. Codely to the hall door, Merck, Sidney Preil said. And while you are about it, please close that ventilator in the corner of the room. It creates a draught, I am sure, and Mr. Codely already has cold feet. The attorney glared at Preil, and then got up and walked quickly across to the door, which the grinning Merck held open to let him pass out. CHAPTER XXX UP THE RIVER Codely had not gone for more than an hour when Detective Jim Farland arrived at the hotel and made his way immediately to Sidney Preil's suite. He found Preil pacing the floor angrily, and Merck sitting in a corner and watching him. The police detective, after doing duty for a few days, had been withdrawn, as it seemed evident that Preil had no intention of jumping his bail or eluding trial in any other way. What's the trouble now, Farland asked? Codely has just been here, Preil replied. He has quit us. Our friends, the enemy, have reached him. You couldn't get any sort of an explanation out of him, Farland asked. Nothing at all. He simply informed me that he was done and that I had to get another lawyer. I'll try to find an honest one for you, Farland declared. I happen to know a clever young chap who probably will take the case, especially if I explain the thing to him, for he loves a fight. There is no special hurry, but I'll try to attend to it sometime today. Anything new? Preil asked. That is what I am waiting to hear. What did you do last night, Merck? Merck related his adventure at length, while Jim Farland listened gravely, nodding his head now and then and looking puzzled at the terms. I'd like to know the identity of that masked man, the detective said, when Merck had finished. The main trouble in this case is that we do not know the people we are fighting. We know that Kate Gilbert is one of them, and have reason to suspect that George Lerton is another. But there is somebody bigger behind, and that's a fact. What are you going to do next, Preil asked? I'm going to pay a little attention to the Rufus Shepley murder case. I'm going to find out, if I can, who killed Shepley and why. I am of the opinion that the murder is distinct from this other trouble, said. Perhaps a clue to the murder, however, will give us a clue to the whole thing, for it is certain that somebody has attempted to hang that crime on you. How about George Lerton, Preil asked? We know that he tried to help smash your alibi by telling a falsehood, and by sending those notes to the barber and the merchant. But we do not know his motive, unless it is simply a hatred of you, said, and envy of the million dollars you got in Honduras. I'm going to get out of here now and get busy. Anything for us to do, Preil asked? Keep out of trouble, that is the principal thing. It appears that every time either of you goes out, you get knocked on the head. I'll report again as soon as I can. Jim Farland left them and hurried from the hotel. He went to the hostelry where Rufus Shepley had met his death, was admitted to the suite, and made an exhaustive investigation which revealed nothing of importance. He visited the New York offices of the company in which Shepley had been interested, and questioned officials and clerks, but got no inkling of a state of affairs that might have led to a murder. He was told that the company's business was in proper shape, and that Rufus Shepley had had no financial trouble of any sort so far as his associates knew. Farland left the office and continued his investigations. In the evening he went to his home for a meal, and admitted to himself that he did not know any more than when he had started out that morning. It gets my goat, he said to his reflection in the bathroom mirror. I'll have to begin working from some other starting point. I've made a mistake somewhere, or overlooked something that I should have seen. Makes me sore. The telephone bell rang, and Farland went to the instrument to hear the voice of a man he did not know. I understand that you are interested in the Shepley murder case, his caller said. I am working on it, yes. Who is talking? Farland demanded. I'm not ready to mention any names. If you want to hang up, go ahead, and you'll miss something important. Or, if you want to listen for a minute, I'll listen, Farland said. I know a lot about that Shepley case, but I am in a position where I have to be careful. If you'll do as I say, you can learn something you'd like to know. What do you want me to do, Farland asked? Meet me in some place where nobody will see us talking, and I'll tell you a few things. But I must have your promise that you'll not reveal the source of the information. I'll protect you unless you are mixed up in it to such an extent that I dare not do so, Farland said. I'm not guaranteeing to shield any murderer or accessory. I had nothing to do with the murder, if that is what you mean, came the reply. Then where do you want me to meet you, and when? Can you make it this evening? Yes, and suppose that you set the meeting place, one that you know will be all right for both of us. Farland was glad to listen to that sentence. He had half believed that this was nothing more than a trap, that some of Sidney Prail's mysterious enemies were attempting to lure him to some out-of-the-way place and get him in their power. But if he was to be allowed to name the meeting place, it seemed to indicate that everything was all right in that regard. Farland thought a moment, and then suggested a certain famous restaurant on Broadway and a table in a corner of the main room where a man could lose himself in the crowd. But that did not meet with the approval of the man at the other end of the telephone wire. Nothing doing in that place, he said. One of the men interested in this thing hangs out there almost every evening. He'd be sure to see us. He knows how much I know about it, and he'd suspect things in a second if he saw me talking to you. Then it'd be made hot for me. I've got to protect myself, of course. Suggest a place yourself, Farland said. Make it outside somewhere. How about some place in Riverside Park? Suits me, Farland replied. The man at the other end of the wire gave the directions after much seeming speculation and many changes. Jim Farland was to go to Grant's Tomb and from there to a certain place near the river. The other man would be in the neighborhood watching, he said, would recognize Farland as he passed the tomb and then would follow and speak to him when nobody else was near. Farland agreed and made the engagement for an hour and a half later, saying that he could not get there before that time. It would not be the first time that Jim Farland had obtained an important clue because somebody interested had grown disgruntled and had turned against his pals, and he supposed this to be a case of that sort. Before leaving home Farland made sure that his automatic was an excellent condition and that he had his handcuffs and electric torch and other paraphernalia of his trade. He made his way to Columbus Circle, having decided to walk to the rendezvous. Farland was in no hurry. He observed all who passed him, and he frequently made experiments to ascertain whether he was being followed. He decided, after a time, that if he was being shadowed, the person doing it was too clever for him. He came to Riverside Drive through a cross-street and approached the famous tomb as cautiously as possible, keeping in the shadows alert to discover anybody who might be acting at all suspiciously. Farland felt sure that this was no trap, but he was not taking chances. He always had been known to his friends as a cautious man. He reached the tomb finally and glanced around. Half a dozen persons were passing, some men and some women, some alone and others in couples, but none were of suspicious appearance. Farland glanced at his watch to be sure that it was the appointed time. He strolled around the tomb and waited ten minutes longer, for he did not care to find later that he had left the appointed spot too early, and that the other man had not seen and followed him. At the end of the extra ten minutes Farland lighted one of his big black cigars and started walking toward the river, following the route the other man had designated over the telephone. He walked slowly, and not for an instant did he throw caution aside. Here and there were dark spots where Farland expected to hear his name spoken, spots where an attack might be made if one was contemplated by foes. It was as he was passing one of these that a whisper came from the darkness. Mr. Farland! The detective whirled toward the sound, one hand diving into a coat pocket and clutching his automatic. Well! Be as silent as possible. Do not flash your torch yet. You may do so presently, so you can see who is talking. I am the man who called you up by telephone. Come out where I can get a glimpse of you, Farland commanded, ready for trouble. He could see a shadow detach itself from the patch of gloom in front of him and approach. That is close enough for the present, Farland said. I'm not taking chances on you until I know who's talking to me. I don't blame you, Mr. Farland, under the circumstances. If you are sure that nobody is approaching, I'll come out into the light so you can see my face. Farland glanced up and down the walk quickly. As he did so, he heard a step behind him. He whirled. The automatic came from his pocket ready for use, and a man crashed into him. The one who had been talking from the patch of shadow rushed forward at the same instant. Farland managed to fire once, but the shot went wild. Then a third man rushed from the darkness, and the detective had the automatic torn away and found that he had a battle on his hands.  The others were trying to throw him to the ground. Farland wondered whether that single shot had been heard, whether assistance would reach him, for he knew that here was a battle he could not win by force. Finally they got him down. Something was thrust into his mouth and bandaged there, effectually gagging him. He was turned over on his face, and his wrists were lashed behind him. Then his ankles were fastened, and two of the men, at the whispered instruction of the third, picked him up like a sack of meal and carried him into the deep shadows. They did not stop there, but continued toward the river, holding a conversation and whispers at times, and stopping now and then for a moment to rest and listen. Farland had been quiet, gathering his strength, and suddenly he began to struggle. It was nothing worse than annoyance for his opponents. He was unable to make an outcry that would attract attention, and he was unable to put up an effective fight. They threw him upon the ground again and held him there. Another little trick like that, and we'll give you something to keep you quiet, one of the men whispered into his ear. We've got you, and you'd better let it go at that. Once more they picked him up and went toward the river. They reached it, and one of the men hurried away while the other two guarded Farland. Five minutes passed, and then a powerful motorboat slipped toward the shore. An instant later Farland was aborted, a prisoner, and the boat was rushing through the great river toward the north. Farland made an attempt to watch the lights along the shore, but one of the men threw a sack over his face so that he could not see. And so he merely listened to the beating of the boat's engine, and tried to estimate with what speed they were running and how much mileage the craft was covering. The sack was heavy, and Jim Farland felt himself half smothered, the perspiration pouring from his face and neck. He had grown angry for a moment, angry at himself for walking into the trap, even while suspecting that one might exist, angry at these three men who had captured him so close to Riverside Drive. Then his rage passed. He was experienced enough to know that an angry man is at a disadvantage in a game of wits, and that wits and nothing else could get him out of the present predicament. Finally he felt the boat turning, the speed was cut off, and it drifted against something. Farland was lifted out of the motorboat, but one of the men held the sack over his head, and he was unable to see. Once more he was carried, this time away from the river, and he could tell nothing except that the men who carried him were struggling up a sharp slope. Farland made no attempt to fight or struggle now, knowing that it would avail him nothing to attempt to throw off these three men. He had decided to conserve his strength, and to trust to his usual good fortune to get a chance later to even things by turning the tables on his captors. Suddenly the sack was taken from his head, and he was able to breathe better. He found that he was beside a road in which stood an automobile. Two of the men lifted him, tossed him inside the machine, and then got in themselves. The driver started the engine, threw in the clutch, and soon the car was being driven at a furious pace along the winding road. Look around all you want to, one of Farland's captors growled at him. You won't even know where you are when you get there. CHAPTER XXI RECOGNITION Through a maze of crossing and winding roads the car made its way, now over highways as smooth as city pavement, and now over rough mileage that jolted the occupants and threatened the springs with destruction. Jim Farland did not recognize this particular district. He did not even know upon which side of the river he was being hauled along as a prisoner. In the city proper his abductors would have found it very difficult to take him to a section where he could not have recognized some sort of a landmark, but here they had him at a serious disadvantage. The night was dark, too, and a fine drizzle was falling. Farland tugged at his bonds when he could, and finally convinced himself that they would not give. He tried to work one end of the gag from the corner of his mouth and found that he could not do that. He was utterly helpless for the time being, at the mercy of the three men who had kidnapped him, and the chauffeur, and whoever might be where they were going. For half an hour longer the car made its way across the country, and then Farland noticed that it left the principal thoroughfare and turned into a rough, narrow lane that was bordered with big trees. At the end of a quarter of a mile of this lane the chauffeur brought the car to a stop. Farland could see a building that had the appearance of being an abandoned farmhouse. He was lifted from the car and carried to the door. One of the men threw it open and Farland was carried inside. They took him through a hall, turned into a room, and tossed him upon a couch in a corner there. One of them struck a match, lighted a lamp, and then they turned to survey him. Farland glared at them, waiting for them to speak. They were making no attempt to hide their features. All thugs they were, the three of them, and Farland supposed that the chauffeur, who had not come into the house with the others, belonged to the same class. One of them stepped forward and removed Farland's gag, while another went into another room and presently returned with a dipper of water, which he held to Farland's lips. He drank greedily, for the gag had parched his mouth and throat. Bein' as how you're a copper, I'd slip a knife between your ribs and call it a good job, one of the men told him. But we are supposed to treat you nice and keep you in condition for a little talk with the boss. So you needn't tremble with fear, any. It'd take more than three bums like you to make me afraid, Farland told him. Nasty, ain't ya?   We didn't have much trouble getting you and bringing you here.  Farland asked. How do you mean? Did you ever stop to think that maybe I wanted to be captured and hauled here? Have you any idea how many men watched and trailed us? You've led me to where I wanted to come, to a place I wanted to find, perhaps. That bluff won't work, came the reply. We had a couple of men watching for that very thing, and they'd have given us a high sign if we had been followed. You're here all by your lonesome, and so you'd better be good. Two of the men left the room, and the third sat down by the table to act as guard. Fifteen minutes passed, during which Jim Farland and the man by the table exchanged pleasant remarks concerning each other, neither getting much the best of the argument. Then the hall door was opened again, and a masked man entered the room. Remembering what Merck had related to him concerning his experience of the night before, Jim Farland looked up at this newcomer with sudden interest. This man undoubtedly was a sort of leader, one who had hired others to help him in his work, and who knew the identities of Sidney Preil's mysterious enemies, and why they were working against him. Perhaps also the man who could tell a good deal about the murder of Rufus Shepley. Farland did not betray too much interest, though, for he sensed that he was opposed to a person of brains and cunning. A different type from the thugs he hired to work for him. So the detective merely blinked his eyes rapidly as he looked up at the other and waited for him to speak. You are Jim Farland, a detective? The voice was low and harsh, a monotone, a disguised voice, in fact. Jim Farland knew that at once. That's my name, and some people are kind enough to say that I am a detective, Farland replied. What's the idea of treating me rough like this? I regret that violence was necessary to get you here, Mr. Farland, the masked man replied. But it seemed to be the only way in which I could get a chance to talk to you freely without subjecting myself to danger. Why regret, Farland asked? Because I want you for my friend instead of my enemy, Mr. Farland, and I fancy that we may be able to come to terms. I shall send this man of mine from the room and submit a proposition to you. I hope you see fit to accept it. He motioned for the other man to leave, which he did immediately, closing the hall door behind him. Then the masked man sat down in the chair by the table. Farland was watching him closely now.  But, as Merck had told, this man did not have the common sense to cover his hands, and Farland looked at them when he could, careful not to let the others suspect his object. I am the man who talked to Mr. Prail's valet last night, Farland heard the other say. In some manner the valet escaped, and so we were obliged to have you brought here, instead of to the place where we had him, and which was considerably nearer the city. I regret it, if the long ride annoyed you, but you will appreciate that it was necessary for my men to bind and gag you. It certainly was if they expected to get me here, Jim Farland declared. He heard the masked man chuckle. I understand that you have been engaged by Sydney Prail to clear him of the charge of murdering Rufus Shepley. I don't mind admitting that, since the whole city knows it, said Farland. And also to aid Sydney Prail in outwitting certain persons who are trying to punish him for something he did? I don't know anything about that. I do know that some people are trying to make things hot for Sid Prail, and he doesn't deserve it. And pardon me if I interrupt, the masked man said. You say that he does not deserve it. Do you believe that influential persons would persecute him if he did not deserve it? Sid Prail doesn't know what it is all about. That is what he told the valet, too. But believe me when I say that he does know what it is all about, and is deceiving you when he says otherwise. What has all this to do with me, Jim Farland demanded? Did you have me brought here to argue the case with me?  I want you to go back to him and tell him that you are done. As codely the attorney did? Exactly. Your people must be men of influence if they can buy off codely like that. Perhaps codely was shown that it would wreck his future if he continued working for Prail. Well, you can't wreck my future because I haven't any, Farland told him. Do not be too sure of that, Mr. Farland. Agree to my proposition, and you may have a great future. You may find business thrown your way. You may find yourself able to spread out, have a protective service, become a wealthy man. If you give up the Prail case, we'll see that you are paid cash immediately, of course, in lieu of the fee you would receive from Prail, and considerably more than he would pay you. I suppose that would appeal to a lot of men, Jim Farland said. But it isn't the right bait to use if you are eager to catch me. I have all the business I want. I can make a living for myself and my small family, and we do not hanker after riches. A larger business would make me a human machine, and I'd rather just drift along and be an ordinary good husband and father. I'd rather be running a little third-rate detective agency as I am, making just enough to get along and have a lot of friends. I wouldn't throw down a friend for a million dollars. I suppose I'm the only man in town that thinks this way, but I'm a sort of peculiar duck. You mean to tell me that you are not anxious to better yourself, to get along in the world? Oh, I managed to get along, Jim Farland replied. I even eat meat now and then. I haven't seen the face of the famous wolf outside my door for some time. What is money? Everything, the masked man replied. That's what you think. It gives me an inkling as to what sort of a man you are. I happen to know a fellow to whom money is everything, and I have reason to suspect that he is considerably interested in the case of Sidney Preil. Be careful you do not betray your identity to me. Farland had the satisfaction of hearing the masked man gasp, and he chuckled. Well, what is the proposition, Farland inquired? You seem to waste a lot of time. We want you merely to tell Sidney Preil that you will not work on the case any more, that you are done. Then go about your regular business. We'll have you watched, and as soon as we are satisfied that you are keeping faith with us, we'll send you $10,000 in cash. If you make the agreement with me, I'll give you a thousand cash tonight, before you leave this place, as a sort of retainer and expression of our sincerity. Then, following the fee of $10,000, you'll find that much business is flowing your way. All you have to do to get all this is to withdraw from the Preil case at once. You must be afraid that I am finding out some things, Jim Farland suggested. That is scarcely the reason, the masked man answered. We want Sidney Preil to stand alone, to be without help of any sort, that is all. But I am more than Sidney Preil's employee. I am his friend, Farland protested. You were his friend ten years ago, sir, but a man may change a great deal in ten years. Are you quite sure that the Sidney Preil of today is the boyish, friendly Sidney Preil of ten years ago? I am quite sure, and that is why I am trying to help him, Jim Farland declared.  He is not worthy of such friendship as you were giving him. How do I know that, Farland asked. If I could have some sort of an explanation, he awaited the other's reply. If he could get some inkling as to why Preil had powerful enemies, it might help a lot. I can tell you this much. Sidney Preil did something that wrecked and ruined several lives. Certain prominent persons have decided to punish him. He is to have his life made miserable. He is to have his fortune taken away from him. He is to be subjected to petty annoyances and hard blows alike, driven from this his hometown, forced to realize that a man cannot do what he did and escape retribution. Sounds like he murdered a nation, Jim Farland commented. Did he wreck the national treasury or turn trader to the flag? I am not jesting, Mr. Farland. Neither am I. My eyes have got to be open, sir. You've got to come clean with me. Preil's enemies may strike at him from the dark, but Jim Farland never works in the dark. I want to see where I'm stepping. I never like to trip over anything. I have told you all that I can at present. Why? Because I do not care to give you information if you are still to work for Preil. You say that Preil knows his enemies and why they are fighting him. If he does, he never has told me. Tell me that much, since you say Sid Preil knows it already. It couldn't hurt your side at all. We might tell you later. You've got some very good reason for not telling me, Farland accused. It is the truth, isn't it, that Preil does not know a single thing about it. You are afraid to tell me because I may inform him of what you say, and we may straighten out the tangle. I can see through you, sir, as easily as through a newly cleaned window. I see that you have faith in Sidney Preil, the masked man said. But I assure you that your faith is misplaced. Is there any way in which I can get you to stop your work for him? Meaning against his influential enemies or on the Rufus Shepley murder case, Farland asked? We simply want you to stop working for him. If he stands alone we can punish him the sooner. I understand about that, of course, but how about the murder case? Do you think Sid Preil is guilty of that crime, Farland asked? I do not know, I am sure. I understand that the evidence against him is damaging. But we are not awaiting the outcome of that. He may manage to have the charge against him dismissed, and we are going ahead with our plans for punishment. Then you want me to quit Preil so I won't be helping him work against his enemies, and not because you are afraid that in clearing him of the murder charge I may find something detrimental to other persons? That is the idea, the masked man replied. The murder case can take care of itself, I suppose.  In that event we may feel called upon to detain you, and perhaps to use further violence. Then you might as well start, Jim Farland cried, for you are lying to me like blazes. It's the murder case that's worrying you, and you know it, and I know you. I've been trying to place those hands of yours, and I have succeeded. Besides, you have said one or two things that have convinced me. The masked man gave a shriek, and started toward the couch, his hands reaching out, clutching. Two of the thugs ran in from the hall, end of Chapter 21, recording by Roger Maline.


Hello people of the internet, my name is Johnny and welcome back to another video on the YouTube channel. Today's video is very different because it's something that I don't usually do. I think the last time I did a tutorial video was back in FNAF 6. But today I'm gonna show you boys how you can activate Showtime in Five Nights at Freddy's VR Help Wanted. Because while unfortunately, Steer Wall has not released the feature, it's still not officially out, people have found ways to activate it in-game using a command. And that is the whole point of today's video. So boys, if you enjoyed the video, please make sure that you are subscribed to the channel. It takes like two seconds while you're down there. Also hit the like button. Now, before we hop into it, let's catch everybody up to speed on what exactly Showtime is. Because technically you can go through the entirety of Help Wanted and not see a single thing related to Showtime. Of course, besides the very obvious and mysterious button in the main hub that says Start Showtime, but other than that, there's nothing else in the game related to Showtime. So what is it? The first mention of Showtime can be traced back all the way to November of 2018, where Scott mentioned in a Steam post that in the VR game, we'd be able to see an actual stage performance from the classic band for the first time properly since the first ever FNAF trailer. And then after that, we got no further information on Showtime until the game's release. It's worth mentioning that some YouTubers did get early access to Help Wanted a little bit before the release, but the button... That is absolutely no fame. Yeah, didn't really do anything. Which was fine because the copies of the game that these YouTubers got were still in early access. In fact, the reason why they got early access to Help Wanted was because Steelwell and Scott wanted these YouTubers to play through the game and see if they can find any bugs to report back. So maybe Showtime wasn't in that build simply because they weren't finished with it. Jump ahead a week to the actual release of Help Wanted in late May of 2019. The Showtime button was still in the game, but it was also unfortunately still defective. But clearly, Showtime was still in the game because players were able to find a End Showtime button located just outside the main hub. And also the performance itself, the animations for it, were in the files. Even the music, with and without lyrics, were still in the files. So what happened to Showtime? Well, Scott would actually answer that very question about a week after the game's release in a Reddit post called Concerning Showtime and the Secret Images. He stated that, Well, Showtime was left out of the game because it didn't feel right. It's not that it was unfinished necessarily. There may be some bits and pieces floating around of incomplete versions, but there was in fact a completed version. I made the call to leave it out though. It's one of those things that I need to feel 110% about to me and that may or may not ever happen. So it appears that the version of Showtime that we've seen in the files and spoiler alert also see in this very video is technically not the full completed version of Showtime. As for why the button was left in, Scott stated that he might use the button for something else in the future. What that meant? We don't know. We just have to wait and see and wait. We did and see we did not. You see, even nearly two years after the game's initial release, Showtime is still not in the game at all. The button remains, but it also remains defective still. Last we heard from Scott in Steer Wall, Scott said that he was quote still on the bench about adding the feature to the game, but we still do know some things about Showtime. It's a stage performance of the OG gang in the main hub, Freddie Fazbear, Bonnie Chica Foxy and they're singing a song called Freddie Fazbear's Pizza theme song. Alan Simpson is listed as the music and lyrics composer and Kellan Goff, Joe Goddard, Amber Lee Connors and Chris McCullough are listed as the voice actors for Freddie, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy respectively. Though Joe Goddard made a comment saying that Bonnie's voice was quote not his voice. So again, we do have the song itself, both with lyrics and without and we also have the animations of the characters in game or at least the animations of the characters in the files for the game. So all we're missing is the show itself in game, us being able to sit down in VR or in flat mode and watch it live in game. But at least that's all we were missing because again, recently it has been discovered just how you can access help wanted Showtime. So long intro out of the way, let me show you now how to actually activate Showtime. Before I start, two quick things. Number one, this method only works on PC. Fortunately, it does work in VR and flat mode but it is only exclusive to PC. So no mobile, no consoles, I'm sorry, just PC. And number two, I of course have to shout out who found this method in the first place. Cranky2002 on Reddit and YouTube. They did a fantastic job finding this method and of course this video would not be possible without them. I'll leave a link to their Reddit post and YouTube channel down below in the description. Go check them out, go show them some love. Right, now the steps to take to activate Showtime. Step number one, open up help wanted and beat the game through pizza party. You have to have all the levels completed for Showtime to work. You don't have to be all the levels in the cursor dreadbear DLC, just the main game. And then you have to download the Universal Unreal Unlocker. The software allows you to access debug features of the game, let the environments around you and freely explore the game with the debug cameras. It is perfectly safe and it won't cause any harm to your device. After you've extracted the file from the does zip, go back to help wanted and now open up the Universal Unreal Unlocker and inject the DLL into the Freddy's Win 64 shipping.exe process as seen here. You should see a bunch of alerts and notifications pop up in the top left of your screen. That just means that the software has successfully connected to help wanted. And now once again, go back to help wanted and in the main hub, press the tilde button. This will open up the debug console where you can type in all your commands. If the console doesn't pop up for you, try rebooting your game and you need to type in C E space showtime button press all one word into the console. After that hit enter and you're all good to go.  Also, if the command doesn't work, try downgrading help wanted and there you go. Just like that, you know, have access to showtime in five nights at Freddy's help wanted for console and mobile viewers and also people who just can't access the feature. Don't worry. I'm going to show clips of showtime in both flat mode and VR right now so you can see what it looks like. By the way, feel free to use this footage for your videos and other things and here is showtime in FNAF help wanted. Enjoy. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one, the only Freddy Fazbear. Hello everybody. You ready to have a good time? I know I am. Cause it's Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for kids. It's number one. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza where fans will see me as fun. Fun, not actually guaranteed. Well, let's meet the band. My name is Freddy. I'm the singer in the band. Got a hat and a big bow tie.  I'm a real fun loving guy. Bonnie's my name. I'm hopping along with floppy ears and a cotton tail. My guitar is blazing. This rabbit's hair is in. Just listen to me. Well, take it, Bonnie. Hey, but offers absolutely no guarantees regarding guest safety. Hey, I'm Chica, the lady of the group. My singing is a treat. So sweet. But keep an eye. This foxy one eye and a hook for a hand. He hangs out over in Pirate's Cove. Now you've matched all the members of the band. For the next hour, add meat to any kids' pizza for just a dollar. And if your parents really love you, they'll buy you a 32-ounce Freddy Fountain drink. And don't forget, all the popular kids sign up for our mailing list and get free stuff on their birthday. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where fantasy meets fun.  Hello, everybody. You ready to have a good time? I know I am. I'm a real fun loving guy. With my name, I'm hopping along with floppy ears and a cotton tail. My guitar is blazing. I'm a grantees regarding guest safety. We're out of the bag. We'll add meat to any kid's pizza for just a dollar. And if your parents really love you, they'll buy you a 32-ounce Freddy Fountain drink. And don't forget, all the popular kids sign up for our mailing list and get free stuff on their birthday. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where fantasy meets fun. Freddy Fazbear, Freddy Fazbear, Freddy Fazbear, It wouldn't be a Johnny Blocks video without editing Johnny Blocks. I'm popping in quickly to let you all know that it is possible to watch Showtime in Nightmare Mode. I'm not going to show it in this video because, number one, it's basically the same thing. In fact, it is entirely the same thing except they just have different colors. Nothing really too noteworthy. And number two, Cranky showed it off in their video. So again, go check out Cranky if you want to see Nightmare Mode Showtime. And now back to your normal outro. And that is how you activate FNAF Hope Wanted Showtime feature. If you enjoyed the video, make sure you subscribe to the channel and that you've also hit the like button. And once again, don't forget to check out Cranky 2002, the person who made all of this possible. Thank you for watching and I'll see you on the flip side. Goodbye.


You do a lot of work to find good sources. When it comes time to write, you want to be sure you use them effectively to support your arguments. This video will give you tips on how to do that. Many students use sources to support a point without explaining much. Here's an example. Sometimes nannies are promised a job, but once they arrive in Canada, the job evaporates. Other times, employers offer illegally low pay. Here, the writer assumes that the sources will speak for themselves. The problem with this is that it's basically a string of facts or examples with no explanation. It describes and summarizes what you read, but doesn't offer an argument. It also focuses on other people's words and ideas, and doesn't add any of your own thoughts, which is what your instructor is looking for. Instead, you need to use your sources in two ways. First, you should use your sources to come up with your own arguments. Learn more about how to do this in another video, Creating Arguments. Second, you need to use your sources to support those arguments. The sources don't speak for themselves. They're there to provide evidence for your argument. A good formula to make sure you do this effectively is to use what's called a quote sandwich. Your quote or summary should always be sandwiched between two things. An introduction to the quote, which is the argument or claim you're making, and an explanation of why or how the quote supports that argument. Let's look at our example again and improve it using a quote sandwich. Our first source talks about how sometimes nanny jobs evaporate once foreign nannies arrive in Canada. I need to think about what the point is that I'm trying to make by including that source. In this case, I want to say that the nanny program doesn't do enough to prevent exploitation of nannies. That's my argument or claim, so I state that as the first part of my quote sandwich. My summary of the source is there to support it and provide evidence. Then I need to analyze the source and explain why or how it supports the argument. Here, I decide to explain that this shows there should be better oversight to be sure jobs are legitimate. If I put my introduction quote and explanation together into a paragraph, I have a quote sandwich. This is a good formula to use whenever you use your sources, either by quoting them or summarizing them in your own words. It ensures that your thinking is given more emphasis than the supporting evidence and your reasoning and analysis is clearly laid out. It also works in reverse. Every time you make a claim or statement in your paper, make sure it's supported by evidence and uses the quote sandwich format. If you do this, you'll end up with a much better paper. If you have any questions, ask us at library.wlu.ca-help-ask-us.