Savoy Hotel on Van Ness avenue I will give you some very important information."

I asked him if he could not come to Heney's office. He said it was impossible. He was being watched, and it would not be safe.

I said: "Very well. I'll come to the Savoy Hotel."
The voice insisted that I come immediately, and I

agreed.

Before leaving the office I turned to Charley Cobb and said: "This may be a trap. If I am not back in half an hour, you may be sure that it is. Tell this to Spreckels."

Then I went out and started toward Van Ness avenue.

IN CALHOUN'S CLUTCHES

WALKED direct down to Van Ness
Franklin, and turned down Van Ness.

avenue from

As I turned I noticed an automobile with four men in it that looked to me like pretty tough characters. They were all looking at me, and the machine seemed to be hovering along close to the sidewalk as I walked. Suddenly it stopped and two men jumped out.

One of them stepped up to me. He was very pale and nervous; his hands trembled as he pulled out of his pocket a paper which he said was a warrant for my arrest on a charge of criminal libel. He said the warrant was issued in Los Angeles. He then showed me a constable's star and told me to get into the machine and go with him.

I told him that I wanted to see my lawyer and arrange bail.

He said: "We will go to Judge Cook's chambers. Judge Cook has vised this warrant, and you can get out an order for bail through him."

I said: "Very well, I'll go." But I was very apprehensive.

As I stepped into the machine one of the men that was on the sidewalk rubbed his hands over my hips, obviously to see whether I was carrying firearms. This made me still more suspicious.

I sat in the machine on the right hand side of the tonneau. Next to me was a young man who had not got out of the car when it stopped. Next to him on the left sat one of the men who had got out. The constable sat in the front seat with the chauffeur. The car started down Van Ness at great speed.

This was after the fire, when the various departments of the Superior Court were scattered, and I had no accurate knowledge of the location of Judge Cook's court. But when the car swung out Golden Gate avenue I noticed Luther Brown, Calhoun's chief detective, and Porter Ashe, one of Calhoun's lawyers, in a car, leading the way. They were looking back.

I became greatly excited. When we got to Fillmore street I said: "Where are Judge Cook's chambers?"

The man in the front seat turned and said: "We are

not going to his chambers. We are going to his residence." Then I knew that it was a trap. The car was speeding faster and faster out Golden Gate avenue toward the park. I started to rise, looking sharply up and down the street to catch the eye of someone I knew or to attract the attention of a policeman.

As I arose the man next to me pressed against my side a pistol that he had in his right hand coat pocket. He said: "If you make any attempt to escape I'll shoot you."

I could not possibly have been more frightened than I was then. I felt quite sure that they were going to take me out to some lonely spot on the beach or in the San Bruno hills and murder me. The car kept on, following the Luther Brown car, and I knew that Luther Brown had planned the expedition and that he was capable of almost anything.

I began trying to summon what philosophy I could. I felt that I was going to die very soon. My only hope was that death would be quick. I feared, however, that they might torture me, in order to get some kind of statement from me before killing me.

However, being an inveterate cigar smoker, I took a cigar out of my pocket and lighted it. My lips were dry, my tongue was parched; but I made a fairly good effort at a careless air, and said to the dark man on the front seat:

"This is a job put up by the United Railroads. I don't blame them for fighting me. It is quite natural that they should. I have been fighting them pretty hard. But this kind of a deal isn't fair. It isn't sportsmanlike. They are dealing the cards from under the table."

I noticed a slight expression in the corner of the dark man's eye that gave me a little hope. He looked like a sport. I thought perhaps my appeal had struck home.

On we went down the road, past San Bruno, past the Fourteen Mile House, on down through Burlingame and San Mateo, at fully forty miles an hour. After we had passed Belmont it grew too dark to travel without lights. Both cars stopped, Luther Brown's car perhaps 200 feet in advance. The chauffeur got out and lighted the headlamps, and we went on to Redwood City.

Both cars stopped a little distance from the station, in the shadow of the freight shed, and waited. When the Los Angeles Lark stopped I was asked to get out, and was taken into the train and into a stateroom that had been previously provided in San Francisco. Only the two constables accompanied me. The chauffeur and the gunman did not join us.

Dinner was being served. After an interval they took me to the diner. We three sat at one table. During the

dinner I thought I would follow up what I deemed to be a slight impression I had made upon the dark man. I said:

"I don't care a damn about myself. I am quite well along in years and have lived a pretty full life. But I am concerned about Mrs. Older. She will be in a terrible state of mind over my disappearance. She undoubtedly is in that condition now, because this is just about the time that we were to be together at a little dinner party at the Francisco cafe on Van Ness avenue. By this time the news of my disappearance has spread and no doubt the police department is looking for me. She will think I have been murdered. I don't ask any mercy from the United Railroads for myself, but I don't think it is quite fair to make her suffer, too."

The dark man said: "By God, you write a telegram to her or to any one you like, and I'll file it at San Jose. I won't stand for this thing unless you are allowed to communicate with your friends!"

He pushed a telegraph blank over to me, and sitting at the table in the diner I wrote a telegram to Rudolph Spreckels to this effect:

"I'm being spirited away on a south bound coast train. I don't know where I am going or what is going to happen. It is a United Railroads job."

The dark man said he would file this dispatch at San Jose.

He got off the train at San Jose, was gone two or three minutes and came back, saying the telegram would go within an hour. There was a telegraphers' strike on, and there might be some delay.

I did not know whether or not to believe him. It was not until later that I learned that Luther Brown had taken the message from him, read it, and torn it up.

After dinner we returned to the stateroom, talked until midnight, and went to bed, the two constables in the lower berth and I in the upper.

T

RESCUED AT SANTA BARBARA

HE train was nearing Santa Barbara when the constables rose in the morning. We went into the diner for breakfast and returned to the stateroom. A little later the train stopped at Santa Barbara, and looking out of the window I thought that all of Santa Barbara was there at the station.

There were many automobiles filled with people, ladies with their parasols, chauffeurs, boys and men crowding the platform. It was a gay looking party. I thought they must be seeing a wedding party off to Los Angeles. I did not relate the crowd to myself at all.

Suddenly there was a loud rap on the stateroom door. The constable opened it, and a man appeared and served them both with subpenas and told me to go with him. The dark man accompanied us. The other man disappeared.

We were driven to the sheriff's office in the courthouse, and I learned that a writ of habeas corpus had been issued by the judge of the Superior Court in Santa Barbara, upon the telephonic request of Rudolph Spreckels and Francis J. Heney. The legal point was that I had asked for bail in San Francisco and had not been given a chance to obtain it, and the taking me out of the city and county of San Francisco was a felony. Spreckels had employed a Santa Barbara lawyer to look after the case.

The case was called immediately upon the arrival of the judge. I took the witness stand and told my story. The United Railroads had employed a lawyer, and the legal point was threshed out by the two attorneys. During my testimony I saw the United Railroads lawyer talking to the dark man and saw him shaking his head. The judge saw this, too. He looked at the attorney and said:

"I see in the courtroom the constable who accompanied Mr. Older, who has not been called to testify. Unless he takes the stand and denies that Mr. Older asked for bail in San Francisco I shall release Mr. Older on bail."

There was another whispered conversation between the attorney and the dark man, and another shaking of the dark man's head. The attorney said: "There is no evidence. We have no witnesses."

The judge thereupon released me on bail. There were