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"Of course," she said quickly. "Now that I have told you the truth, Jack, don't you think it was only natural?" "Most certainly, dear," he answered, still holding her hand. "Yours was not a secret that you could very well tell to me until you could thoroughly trust me, especially as your father had been implicated in the theft of those documents from Malta. The truth is," he said, turning to me, "Philip Leithcourt has all along been the catspaw of Baron Oberg. A few years ago he was a well-known money-lender in the city, and in that capacity met the Baron, who, being in disgrace, required a loan. He was also in the habit of having certain shady transactions with that daring g**g of continental thieves of whom d**k Archer and Hylton Chater were leaders. For this reason he purcha