Evening Star Newspaper, March 1, 1925, Page 34

| TheAstonishing Adventure _o_ffzneSmitIz (Cont:nued from Yesterday's Star.) The weather had changed in the night, and it was hot and sunny, w'th the sudden dazzling heat of mid- April. In the walled garden the south border was full of violet- scented vellow tulips, each looking at this new t with a jet-black | of forget-me-nots re-| f the sky Jane picked an nful of tulips and & sheaf of leopa bane. Strictly > should then have gone in to put the flowers in water for the adornment of the yellow drawing Toom. Instead, she made her way to the farthest corner of the garden and basked At first she looked at the flowers, but after a while her eyelids fell. Jane nas never admitted that she went to sleep, but, if she was think- Ing with her eyes shut, her thoughts must have been of an extremely en- grossing nmature, for it is certain that she heard neither the opening nor the shutting of a door In the wall beside her. She did feel a shad- ow pass between herself and the sun, and opening her eves quickly she saw standing beside her the very m she had fled in ter- rday. The sunlight fell full upon him, ving the shabby clothes, the tall figure, the grizzled beard, ng scar Jane attempted ble chair, but that it & difficult to get out of in a hurry. her horre George Patter- ¢ the wrist and She shrank 1 his touch, received an ion of unusual strength, and to her overwhelming surprise, heard him say in a low, well- bred voice, “I have a letter for you, Miss Smith “Oh, hush sh 11 right, T won’t do it again. Look here, I want to say a few words to you, but we had better not be seen together. Here's your letter. Stay where you are for five minutes, and then come down to the potting-shed. Don't come-in: stay by the door and tie your shoe-lac He went off with his dragging step, and left Jane dumb. There was a folded note in her hand, and in her mind so intense a shock of surprise ob her very thoughts of ex- * said Jane—"oh, please, what seemed like a long paralyzed month, she opened the note which bore no add i read, pen- cilled in Henry's clear and very orna. mental hand bearer is trust- rthy.—H When she looked so long at Henry's init that they had blur- red and el not once but many times, ked mechanical- ly down the path until she ca to the shed. Beside it was a barrel full of raln-water. Into this she dipped Henry's note, made sure thate the words were totally illegible, poked a hole in the hordcr, and covered the paper with earth. Then at shed door she knelt and sccupied with her shoe-lac w me after he saw vou,” George Patterson's voice. “He thought it might be a comfort to you to know there Is a friend on the spot; but I'm afraid I gave you a fright vesterday.’ “You did,” sald Jane, “but 1 don't know why. T was a perfect fool, and I ran right into Mr. Ember's arms.” 4 you tell him what frightened said Patterson quickly , I wasn't quite such a fool as Please, who are you?" ¥ name here is George Patter I'm a friend of Henry's. If you me, I'm here.” I want you,” said Jane, “how I to get at yo Mr. Patterson considered. “There's & wide sill inside your window.” (And how on earth do yon know that? thought Jane.) “If You put a big jar of, say, those yellow tulips there, I'll know vou want to speak to me, and Pll come here to this potting shed as soon as I can. You know they keep us pretty bu with roll calli and things of th sort. 1 only got back vesterda: the skin of my teeth—I had to bolt.” Did you—vou didn’t pass me. “No, I didn’t pass you." There was just a trace of amusement in Mr. Patterson's voice. Jane pulled her shoe-lace undone, 1 to tie It all over again * she said very quickly and . coming where path ended, not a dozen yards away, the red- wall was pierced by a door. Two round, Scotch rose-bushes, all tiny green leaf and sharp brown prickle, grew like large pin-cushions on efther side of the interrupted bor- der. Bright pink nectarine buds shone against the brick like coral studs. The ash-colored door, rough and sun-blistered, was opening 1y, and into the garden came mond Heritage, pushing the with one hand and holding a basket of bulbs in the other. She was look- ing back over her shoulder, at some- thing or some one beside her. From inside the potting-shed came Patterson’s. voice—just a breath “Who? Heritage.” o reached the door just it and, turning, ¢ her O Mi: ] 3 1 was real looking for . 1s Garstin any where about? “I haven't seen him,” murmured Jane, as if the absent gardener might coming unnoticed in one of the not in the potting-shed? Tl just look in and see. T want to stand over him and see that he puts these black irises where I t them to go. They come from Palestine and the last lot failed entirely becau: he was so obstinate. I'll get a trowel and mark the place T moved forward as Fane, horror-struck, stammered: “Let me look. TIt's so dusty in there.” She was back at the door of the ghed, but Lady Heritage was beside her. “I want a trowel, too,” she sald, and Jane felt herself gently pushed over the threshold They were both just inside the door. Tt seemed dark after the strong light outside.~ There was a row of' windows along one side, and a broad deal shelf under them. There were piles and plles of pots and boxes. There were hanks of bass and rows of tools. There were water cans. There was a length of rubber hose. But there was no George Patterson. Jane put her hand behind her, gripped the jamb of the door, and moved back a pace so that she could lean against it. The pots, the tools, the bass and the rubber hose danced before her bewildered eyes. Lady Heritage put her basket of bulbs down on the wide shelf and i jarstin ought to be here. He's really very tiresome. That's the worst of old servants. When a gar- dener has been in a place for 40 years as Garstin has, he owns it.”} “Shall T find him?" said Jane o, not now. 1 really want to talk to you. T've just been speaking to Jeffrey Ember, and he tells me By PATRICIA WENTWORTH (Copyright, 1925, by Small, Maymard & Os.) he gone to? Where was he? It was just like being in a dream. Raymond Heritage seemed to tower before her in her white dress. Her uncovered head almost touched the low beam above the door. “Jeffrey sald you were blind with fright—that you ran right into him. He said you were as white as a sheet and shaking all over. I want to know what frightened you.” ‘A stone—it fell into the sea What made it fall? A man? What man?" Jane leaned against the door post, her breath coming and going, her eves held by those impervious eyes. “A stone,” she sald; “it fell—I ran away." Miss Molloy,” said Lady Heritage, vou walked to the end of the head- land, out of sight of the house. Whilst you were there something gave you a serious fright. Something —or somebody. This is all nonsense about a_stone. Whom did you see on the headland, for you certainly saw somebody? No, don't look away; I want you to look at me, please.” “I don’t know why I was so fright- ened,” said Jane. "It just came over me.” Lady Heritage looked at her gravely. “If you saw any stranger on the headland, it is your absolute duty to tell me. Where secrets of such vadye are in question it necessary \o wateh every avenue and to negie.t no suspicious circumstance. If yoa are trying to screen any one, You are aciing very foolishly—very fool- ishly indeed. I warn you, and I ask you again. What frightened you?” “I don’t know,” said Jane, in & little whispering voice. “Why, why do vou think there was any one? “T don't think,” said Lady Heritage briefly. “I know. Mr. Ember went up to the headland after he left you, and there were footmarks in the gravel. Some man had undoubtedly been there, and you must have seen him. Mr. Ember made the entire round and saw no one, but some one had been there. Now will you tell me what you saw “Oh!" sald Jane. Rather to her own astonishment she began to cry. “Oh, that's why I was frightened then! The stone fell so suddenly, and I didn’'t know wWhy—why——~" The sobs choked her. Lady Heritage stood looking at her a moment Are you just an arrant little fool,” she said in a low volce, *‘or—" “Oh, I'm not!” sobbed Jane. “Oh, I've never been called such a thing before! 1 know I'm not clever, but I don’t think you ought to call me a f—f—fool.” Lady Heritage pressed her lips to- gether, and walked past Jane and out into the sunshine. She stood there for a moment tapping with her foot Then she called rather impatiently: “Miss Molloy! Dry your eyes and come here.” Jane came, squeezing a damp hand- | kerchief into a ball. “Bring your flowers in: I see |you've left them over there to die in the sun. I'm driving into Withstead this afternoon and you can come with me. T have to see Mrs. Cottingham about some university extension lece tures, and she telephoned just now to say would I bring you. She has a girl staying with her who thinks she must have been at school with you or ome of your cousins. Her name is Daphne Todhunter.” Jane stood perfeetly still. Daphne Todhunter? Arnold Todhunters sis- ter Daphne! Renata's friend! But Daphne must know that Arnold was married? The question was—whom had Arnold married. Had his family welcomed (by letter) Jane Smith or Renata Molloy to fts bosom? If Ranata Molloy, how in the world was a second Ranata to be explained to Miss Daphne Todhunter? Molloy, what's the matter ?" said Lady Heritage. could not think quickly enough. Suppesing Lady Heritage went to Mrs. Cottingham's without her; and supposing Daphne Tod- hunter were to say that her brother Arnold had married a girl called Renata Molloy? It was too much to hope that Arnold had carried discretion to the point of telling his own family that he had married an unknown Jane Smith. Jane suddenly threw up her chin and squared her shoulders. she sald, with a Iittle caught breath. “I'm sorry I ‘was so silly, and for crying, and if I was rude to you. It's most awfully kind of you to take me into Withstead.” If there were any music to be faced, Jane was going to face it. At least the tune should not be called behind her back. CHAPTER XIIL A feeling of exhilaration amount- ing to recklessness possessed Jane as she put on the white serge coat and kirt sacred to the Sabbath crocodile. Attired in it, Renata, side by side with Daphne Todhunter, had doubt- less walked many a time to church and back. In front of her two white serge backs, behind her more whits serge, and more, and more, and more. Jane's head reeled. She detested this garment, but considered it appropri- ate to the occasion. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) 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