Evening Star Newspaper, February 7, 1929, Page 41

OB UBOR B RO (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) HE turned and sprung the catch in the edge of the door and then tried the outside knob. It did not now- turn—the door, closed, would lock itself again. No one but Rad- | ley himself could interrupt her. She whirled and looked about the white room. It was as she had seen it last— it seemed now so long ago—just as she had seen it last, except for the long condenser near the rear wall. She stared at in an instant. Then her eyes went to the door of the closet where Brain-, ard had kept his bombs. It was ajar. ‘What did she intend to do? She had thought she had come in here to warn Radley of a plot against him. But why, now, did she stay? she staring across the white floor with her eyes fastened on the half-open door? She had no intention of spying out a secret of the man she loved; yet ARere In that dim nook where she could Jee the edges of the trays lay the reason Why he had turned away from her— the reason why she had lost his love! What was she meaning to do? She reached the closet and opened the door, without understanding her intention. There under her h: the top tray lay loads of bom bright brass labels turned upwaid to the eye. Conspicuous among them ‘Was one because it bore none. #ie only one unmarked. She drew out the other trays hastily; in each the ws of little brass faces, frankly gleam- lng, were complete. She had seen bombs slipped into pro- jector niches many times, and switches turned. There was no mystery about it. In a moment she could see what this bomb contained—this unlabeled bomb. She could know what it was| that Radley Brainard wanted—wanted enough almost to die for it—when he no longer wanted her! She would know what his enemy wanted, as a club to hold over him, or to break his power She would know what the conspirators schemed to get—she could forestall them by getting it herself! She could keep Brainard's secret! She could keep his secret—if it were a secret to keep! She took the bomb up in her hand— little blued steel sphere, that might contain anything. Who had a better right to keep his secret? icture story of RUNS BROADWAY LIMITED! Here's Engineer Thomas Coyne of the Broadway Limited lighting ‘Tareyton after a fast run to Man- You' bet, an engineer needs Steady Nerves and a steady hand on the throttle. That's why Mr. Coyne always sticks to Tareytons. “They keep battan Transfer. me fit,” he says. ‘Why was | It was| —By Gardner Hunting (Copyright, 1928, by Public Ledger) But she did not turn to the niche of the projector. There was a window over beyond the closet door. She went to it and raised its heavy shade. Out- side were the ‘blank walls of a white- tiled court. Light fell within them from above, where the roof was close at hand. She looked at the bomb she held; then she raised the sash. Still she was uncertain as to what she meant to do, and why. A little steel cap, like an inserted thumbscrew, was the only break in the smooth surface of the steel ball. She turned it. The scene would escape if the cap were turned! She remembered the night in her | father’s library when Brainard had told them that. She stood still with the bomb in her hand. She seemed to hear a trickle of water. Then the sweet note of a woodland bird. There was a vague flicker of scarlet against the background of white, then a shimmer of green and gold! The echb of an echo of a calling voice— then silence. But the girl stood breath- less, with the sense of having looked into unseen eyes! She did not know why she had done its effect. Except that she had let slip through her fingers the secret. 1 | The secret! There was a sound at the door. Keys! "| She whirled and thrust the empty bomb back into its tray; then paused to re- close its cap. Then she sprang back to | the window and ran it down, snatch- | ing at the shade. Both were safely closed when the studio door opened. Involuntarily she stepped back as Brainard came into the room. Her hand touched the gause curtain that divided the studio in halves. She barely noticed that it brushed against her. He did not see her. He strode to his condenser control board, then stopped short beside it. After a mo- ment she saw that his fingers tapped | slowly upon it. She heard them— | simple little rhythmic beat—simple as any mere vibration, beating out a record. What was the record? It | stopped her heart? Was it what it | sounded like—a record of agony in a | great inner struggle. He turned. His eyes were wide with a far-off, unseeing gaze. In them his whole expression centered—the rest of his dark face was lost in them as if by eclipse. Slowly he moved them, at last, and looked at the bomb closet— s tell what she had done, or what would be| in with fascination, as Phyllis had done. He put the back of his wrist against his forehead and shook his head. Then he put his hands over his face and bowed his head down into them with & slow, hard gesture that was like a silent groan. The girl took a forward step, and hesitated. What would he feel when he knew that she had intruded here? She shrank back. He raised his head, almost as if he had heard her. But he had not. He straightened and walked slowly across the room. At the half- open door of the closet he paused. He was not 6 feet from where Phyllis stood. The impulse nearly overcame her to rush to him, to cry out his name, to throw her arms around him, to claim the old sweet relation without which she felt sometimes that she could not live, But she stood still. INSTALLMENT XXYV. took up the unlabeled bomb .in his hand. He weighed it, E considered it, put his other hand gently over it, almost with a caress. Then with it clasped both, once more he bowed his head upon his hands. At last he turned and put it into the projector’s niche with a slow gesture of finality. He touched his switches. There was a flare of red light. In it Phyllis saw him turning back to sink into a chair. She started forward. “Radley!” she cried. But she found herself behind the curtain. She tried to sweep the sheer tabric aside, but it tangled like a spider’'s web about her hand. “Why,” she said. “I'm caught. I—don't know how" I got in here. And—I can't get out!” No sound came from him. She looked out at him. He sat upright in his chair, staring at her as if she were from another sphere. “Radley!” she cried out at him, in alarm He made no movement. She remem- bered that there was an opening in the center of the curtain, through which he had showed her the lens on that first night, when he had exhibited his records to the family here. She took half a dozen steps toward the center of the room, and then stopped. He had not moved! His eyes were as wide and fixed as if he were dead! She tried again to push the curtain aside. She could not find the openings “Radley!” she repeated, faintly. Then with sudden suspicion that was merely staring at her to show his displeasure at finding her here, she drew back a step. “Don’t you see what you are doing to me?” she asked him. His manner was_incomprehensible. He sat rigid. Involuntarily her hand went up against her lips. Abruptly all the heartbreak of the last weeks seemed to center in this moment. Was he baiting her here? She could not quell the tears that rushed to her eyes. “How can you—treat me s0?” she whispered. He sat motionless. She caught at the curtain. It moved, and separated at her touch. She stepped out from behind its folds. ‘The man started up out of his chair. “Great God!" he cried. She whirled away from him and ran to the studio door. The knob turned under her hand and she flung it open. Next moment she was in the hall and the door had swung closed and locked behind her. Some one was in the hall, near the office doors. She became aware in a moment that it was the secretary, Miss Arden. On watch! As Phyllis looked at her, however, the other girl quietly opened the office door and went in. Phyllis turned to the window out of which she had looked in that earlier moment when she had paused here. She gazed out at the blue Pacific and the sky. And her mind began to grasp the whole painful incident that had passed, and she understood in a flash what had occurred. Brainard, unprepared for her pres- ence in the studio, making ready to project a record—the record in that unlabeled bomb—had thrown his switches and—found her, Phyllis, there, in the light beyond the screen! He had thought she was a product of his machines—as she had thought the record of her mother real! Strange, fateful reversal of effects—as if the Vicarion, like some sentient power, had suddenly taken to playing tricks with those who had thought they had it in control! For an instant there was a ludicrous side to it. She had walked out from behind the curtain upon him! She had come real—escaping out of the clutches of his Vicarion before his eyes! But if amzement at her ap- pearance there explained his action, was it not inconsistent with the fact that she was now completely outside | all his reckonings? ‘The impulse came to her to return and tell him what she had done. But the locked and muffled door was be- tween them now. She had not warned him against the traitors in his em- ploy. But she had locked the studio door—and the scene they had planned to see was beyond their reach. Ex- posure of the conspiracy would wait. Steady They show why busy people turned to Tareytons Thousands tell investigators they smoke all they want without feeling it HEere's the Photographic evidence! These pictures were snapped by cigarette investi- gators during a recent check-up of Tareyton sales. They show men of action. Energy workers. Busy people in dramatic jobs where success depends on steady nerves. That’s the big fact about Tareytons . . . the chief reason for their sensational success. Busy people smoke them . . . “they keep nerves in fit condition,” they say. v From every cjty came the same answer. Philadel- phia, New York, Chicago. ..alltold thesamestory. Thousands are switching to Tareytons because of steady nerves. Every profession, trade, occupation revealed scores of new recruits. Everywhere the same story . . «1 smoke Tareytons because my job demands steady nerves.” “I can smoke as much as two packs of Tareytons a day and not get on edge.” Wherever hard work required steady nerves, we found Tareytons outstandingly popular. In the light of this evidence . . . will you switch to Tareytons for 7 days, just to test and discover the difference? Smoke all you want . . . but smoke nothing else. Then when the week is up . . . see if you don’t feel better? See if your nerves aren’t steadier? It’s an interesting test that anyone can try. Remember “Tareyton™ is what you ask for. Smoke no other brand for 7 days. NEEDS STEADY HAND! Draw- ing cartoons all day long. That's why H. W. Haenigsen, cartoonist on aflarge New York evening news- paper is so careful about his choice And as to any confession she might he | make of having meddled with his af- fairs—the slangy phrase came back her, “You have no secrets I don't know!” He knew her secrets—if he was interested to know them. She had not chosen to know his! She heard a step behind her; she turned and found Van Winkle at her side. He smiled at her, with that placid manner of his at which she had so often marveled. Now she mar- veled no more. “Is Mr. Brainard in the studio?” he asked, putting his hand at the same time on the knob of the door. “I can't get in,” she answered him evasively. He tried the latch; it did not turn. He nodded, then looked at her curi- ously, she thought. Why had she not guessed what this veil was that cur- tained his glance? Oh, how he had played with her? What a fool she had been! What a daring notion, his attempt to play the part of a man without memory—yet how successful! What masterly acting—what depths of duplicity! Radley himself had been deceived. What should she do now? Might she not turn the tables on him? How simple an incident had betrayed him! It was the old story—how easily the clever trickster tripped! But she must not let him suspect that she knew his treachery; if he should, he could eas- ily, with his access to the condensers, reconstruct the episode of her eaves- dropping. To be sure, she had listened in the dark. But she had gone in and out of lighted doors—and there had been the moment when he and the Arden woman had left the dark hall, when she had looked after them and when light must have touched her as well as them! If he knew— what would he do to save himself? For, on the other hand, their move- ments were open to Radley's all-seeing eyes, as well. It wanted only the spark of suspicion to bring upon them a consuming flame! Her heart quailed; she remembered the suicide of that air pilot in the San Francisco hotel! Horror crept over her like a chill.” Was she, with all her assumption of immunity to the great contagion, with all her notions of res- cuing others from disaster—was she herself involved? The Vicarion had not yet touched her keynote, but were her fingers also caught in the cogs? . In one flaming picture all this stood before her mind—as nothing the Vicarion could ever project would do. Then this very idea gave her a sense of power. Her means and weapons lay within the mind! Out of reach of the deadly condenser! “Well,” Van Winkle was going on, “he knows that the new ‘airdrome,’ as they call it, is opening today. I was only going to remind him.” Phyllis smiled at him. “Would you like to go down and look at the first of the big spectacles?” he asked. “I have places—though the crowd is ready to smash the “Of course,” she assented readily. They went to the elevators together. 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