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4 } ——— She Crimson By Fred M. white| Hlin | CHAPTER “Madam has Henson suggested. ious curiosity.” Again Enid raged, but Mi ygaret Hen- son might have been of § pne, for all the notice she took. The far-away look was still in her eyes as she felt her way to the table like one in a dream. Then she dropped suddenly into a chair ana began grace in a high, clear voice. “ .. . . And the Lord make us truly thankful. And may He, when it seemeth good to Him, remove the curse from this house, and in due season free the innocent and punish the guilty. For the burden is sore upon us, and there are times when it seems hard to bear.” The big man played with his knife and fork smilingly. An actute observ- er might have imagined that the pas- sionate plaint was directed at him. It 60, it passed harmlessly over his broad shoulders. In his immaculate evening dress, he looked strangely out of place there. Enid had escaped the prevailing jlapidation, but her gown, of gray homespun, was as severe as the garb of @ charity girl. “Madam is so poetical,” Henson mur- “And charmingly sanguine.” ”” Mrs. Henson said, stoic- itor will have some (Continued.) ad a refreshing rest?” “Pardon our anx- mpagne.” he seemed to have dropped once again into the commonplace, painfully exact as a hostess of breeding must be to an unwelcome guest. And yet she never seemed to ree him; those dark eyes were looking, ever looking, into the éark future. The meal proceeded in Filence, save for an oily sarcasm from Henson. In the dmse stillness the o2- casional how! of a dog could be heard. A slight flush of annoyance crossed Henson’s brozi face. “Some day I shall prison all those hounds,” he said. Enid looked up at him swiftly. “Tf all the hounds around Longdean shot it would be a were poisoned or good place to live in,” she said. Henson smiled, caressingly, like Pe- truchio might have done in his milder - Enid, you misjudge me,” 3ut I shall get jugtice some cnid replied that she fervently hoped so, and th the strange meal proceed- ed, with smiles end gentle words from Henson, 1 a wild outburst of bitter- ne from the girl. So far as she was concerned, the servants might have been mere automatons. The dust rose tn clouds as the latter moved silently. It was hot in there, and, gradually, the brown powder grimed like a film over Henson's oily skin. At the head of the table Margaret Henson sat like a wo- man in a dream. Ever, ever, her dark eves seemed to be looking eagerly eround. Thirsty men seeking precious water in a desert might have looked Mike her. Ever and anon~ her lips moved, but no sound came from them. Cccasionally she spoke to one or the other of her guests, but she never fol- lowed her words with her eyes. Sucha sad, pathetic, itiable figure, such @& gray sorrow, in her rags and snowy hair. The meal came to an end at length, and Mrs. Henson rose suddenly. There was a grotesque suggestion cf the ma- ronette in her movement. She powed, as if to some imaginary personage, and moved with dignity towards the door. Reginald Henson stood aside and open- ed it for her. She passed into the dim hall as if in absolute unconsciousness of his presence. Enid flashed a look of de- fiance at him as she disappeared into the gloom and floating dust. Henson's face changed instantly, as if a mask had fallen from his smug fea- tures. He became alert and vigorous. He was no longer patron of the arts, a wide-minded philanthropist, the man who devotes himself to the good of hu- The blue eyes grew cold and hungry smile about manity. cruel, there was a the loose mouth. “Take a bottle of claret and the ci- gars into the library, William,” he said. “And open the window, the dust stifles me.” : The dignified butler bowed respect- fully. He resembled the typical bad butler of fiction in no respect, but his thoughts were by no means pleasant as he hastened to obey. Enid was loiter- ing in the hall as ‘Williams passed with the tray. “Small study and window open, miss,” he whispered. “There's some e on—oh, yes, there is some blessed ae on again to-night. And him so anxious to know how Miss Christiana 4s. Says she ought to call him in pro- fessionally. Personally, I’d rather call in an undertaker who was desperately hard up for a job.” “all right, Williams,” Enid replied. “My sister is worse to-night, and un- less she gets better I shall insist upon jer seeing a doctor. And I am obliged for the hint about Mr. Henson. ‘The lit- tle study commands the staircase lead- ing to my sister's bed room.” “and the open wit.dow commands the garden,” Williams said, drily. “yes, yes. Now, go. You are a real friend, Williams, and I will never for- get your goodness. Run along—I can actually feel that man coming.” As a matter of fact, Henson was ap- proaching noiselessly. Despite his great pulk, he had the clean, dainty step of a eat; his big, rolling ears were those of a hare. Henson wes always listening. He would have listened behind a kitch- en door to a pair of chattering scullery maids. He liked to find other people out,, though as yet he had not been found out himself. He stood before the world as a social missioner; he made speeches at religious gatherings and af- fected the women to tears, He was known to devote a conriderable for- tune to doing good; he had been asked to stand for parlinment, where his real ambiticn lay. Gilead Gates had alluded t» Reginald Henson as his right-hand He crept along to the etudy, where the lamps were lighted and the silver claret jug set out. He carefully dusted 2 big arm chair and began to smoke, having first carefully extinguished the larnps and seen that the window lead- ing to the garden was wide open. Hen- son was fwatching fcr something. In his feline nature, he had the full gift of feline patience. To serve his own ends he would have sat there all night watching, if necessary. He heard an occasional whimper, a howl from one of the dogs; he heard Enit’s voice sing- ing in the drawing room. The rest of ae house was quite funeral enough for im. In the midst of the drawing room Margaret Henson sat still as a statu2. The cistant, weary expression never left her eyes for a moment. As the sta- ble clock, the only one going on the premises, struck ten, Enid crossed over from the piano <~o her aunt. There Was an eager iook on her face, her eyes were gleaming like frosty stars. “Aunt,” she whispered; “dear, I have a message!” “Message of woe and desolation'” Margaret Henson cried. “Tribulation and sorrow on this wretched house. For seven long years the hand of the Lord has lain heavily upon ns!” She spoke like one who was far away from her surroundings. And yet no one could look in her eyes and say that she was mad. It was 4 proud, passionate spirit, crushed down by some bitter humiliation. Enid’s eyes flashed. “That scoundrel has been robbing you again,” she said. “Two thousand pounds,” came the mechanical reply, “to endow a bed in some hospital. And there is no escape, no hope, unless we drag the shameful secret from him. Bit by bit and drop by drop, and then I shall die, and you and Christana will be penniless. ’ “I dare say Chris and myself will sur- vive / that,” Enid said, cheerfully. “But we have a plan, dear aunt; we have thought it out carefully. Regi- nald Henson has hidden the secret somewhere, and we are going to find it. The secret is hidden not far off, because our cousin has occasion to require it frequently. It is like the purloined let- ter in Edgar Poe’s wonderful story.” Margaret Henson nodded and mum- bled. It seemed almost inipoxsible to make her understand. She babbled of strange things, with her dark eyes fixed on the future. Enid turned away, al- most Gespairingly. At the same time the stable clock struck the half-hour after ten. Williams slipped in with a tray of glasses, noiselessly. On the tray lay a small pile of tradesmen’s books. The top ong was of dull red, with no lettering upon it. “The housekeeper’s respectful com- plimerts, miss, and would you go through them to-morrow?” Williams said. ‘To-morrow is the last day of the month.” Enid picked up the top book with strange eagerness. There were pages of figures and cabalistic entries that no ordinary person could make anything of. Pages here and there were signed and decorated with pink receipt stamps. Enid glanced down the last column, and her face grew a little paler. “Aunt,” she whispered, “I have got to go out. At once: do you understand? There is a message here;, and I am afraid that something dreadful has happened. Can you sing?” “Ah, yes; a song of lamentation—a dirge for the dead.” “No, no; seven years ago you had a lovely voice. I recollect what a pieas- ure it was to meas a child; and they used to say that my voice was very like yours, only not so sweet or so power- ful. Aunt, I must go* out; and that man must know nothing about it. He is by the window in the small library now, watching—watching. Help me, for the love of H2aven, help me!” The girl spox2 with a fervency an passion that seemed to awaken a re- sponsive chord in Margaret Henson’s breast. A bright gleam crept into her eyes. “You are a dear girl!” she said, dreamily: “yes, a dear girl. And I loved singing; it was a great grief to me that they would not let me go upon the stage. But I haven't sung since— since that—” She pointed to the huddled heap of china and glass and dried, dusty flow- ers on in corner. Enid shuddered slightly, as she followed the direction of the extended forefinger. “But you must try,” she whispered. “Tt is for the kood of the family, for the recovery of the secret. Reginald Hen- son is sly and cruel and clever. But we have one on our side now! who is far more clever. And unless I can -get away to-night without that man know- ing. the chance may be lost forever. Come!” Margaret commenced to sing, in a soft, minor. At first the chords were thin and dry, but gradually they in- creased in sweetness and power. The hopeless, distant look died from the singer’s eyes; there was a flush on her cheeks that vendered her years young- er. “Another one,” she said, when that song was finished, “and yet another. How wicked I have been to neglect this ‘balm, that God sent. me, all these years. If you only knew what the sound of my own veice means to me! Another one, Enid.” “Yes, yes,” Enid whispered. “You are to sing until I return. You are to leave Henson to imagine that I am singing. He will never guess. Now, then!” Enid crept into the hall, closing the door softly behind her. She made her way noiselessly from the house and across the lawn. As Henson slipped” through the open wi>dow into the gar- den, Enid darted behind a bush. Evi- dently Henson suspected nothing so far as she was concerned, for she could see the red glow of the cigar between his lips, The faint sweetness of distant music filled the air. So long as the song } % i + continued Henson would relax his vig- ilance. . He was pacing down the garden, in the direction of tne drive. Did the man snow anything? Enid wondered. He had so diabolically cunning a brain. He seemed to find out everything, and to read others before they had made up their minds for themselves. The cigar seemed to dance like a mocking sprite into the bushes. If Reg- irald Henson was afraid of one thing, it was of the dogs. And in return, they hated him as he hated them. Enid’s mind was made up. If the sound of that distant voice should cease for a moment, she was quite sure Hen- son would turn beck. But he could hear it, and she knew that she was safe. Enid slipped past him into the bushes, and gave a faint click of her lips. Something moved and whined, and two dark objects bounded towards her. She caught. them together by their collars and cuffed them soundly. Then she led the way back, so as to get on Herson's tracks. He was walking on ahead of her now, beating time softly to the music of the faintiy-distant song with his cigar. Enid cculd distinctly see the sweep of the red circle. “Hold him, Dan!” she whispered. “Watch, Prance; watch, boy!” There was a low growl, as the hounds found the scent and dashed forward. Henson came up all standing, ana sweating in every pore. It was not the first tiine he had been held up by the dogs, and he knew, by hard experience, what to expect if he made a bolt for it. Two grim muzzles were pressed against his trembling knees; he saw four rews of ivory flashing in the dim light. Then the dogs crouched at his feet, watching him, with eyes as red and lurid as his own cigar. Had he at- tempted to move, had he tried coercion, they weuld have fallen upon him and torn him in pieces. “Confusion to the creatures!” he d, passionately. “I'll get a revolver; I'll buy sume prussie acid and poison the lot. And here I'll have to stay un- til Williams locks up the stables. Wouldn’t that little Jezebel laugh at me if she could see me now? She wouid enjoy it better than singing songs in the drawing room to our sainted Mar- garet. Steady, you brutes! I didn’t meve.” He stood there rigidly, almost afraid to take the cigar from his lips, while Enid sped, without further need for caution, down the drive. The lodge gates were closed, and the deaf porter’s house in darkness, so that Enid could unlock the wicket without fear of de- tection. She rattled the key on the bars, and a figure slipped out of the darkness. “Good heavens, you?” Enid cried. “Really me, Enid. I came over on my bicycle. I am supposed to be round at some friend’s house in Brunswick Square, and on2 of the s-rvants is sit- ting up for me. Is Reginald safe? He hasn’t yet discovered the secret of the tradesman’s book?” “That's all right, dear; but why are you here? Has something dreadful happened?” “Well, f will try to tell you so, in as few words as possible. I never felt so ashamed of anything in my life.” “Don’t tell me -hat your scheme has failed!” “Perhaps I need not go so far as that. The first part of it came off all right, end then a very dreadful thing hap- pened. We have got Mr. David Steel into frightful trovtle. He is going to be charged with attempted murder and robbery.” “Ruth! the dark.” “It was the night whe i—well, you know the night. It was after Mr. Steel returned home from his visit to 219 Brunswick Square. “You mean 218, Ruth.” “It doesnt matter, because he knows pretty well all about it by this time. It would have been far better for us if we hadn’t been quite so clever. It would have been far wiser to have taken Mr. Steel entirely into our confidence. Oh, oh, Enid, if we had only left out that little sentiment over the cigar case! Then we should have been all right!” “Dearest girl, my time is limited. I've got Reginald held up foc the time, but at any moment he may escape from his bondage. What about the cigar case?” “Well, Mr. Steel took it home with him. And when he got home he found a man, nearly: murdered, lying in his conservatory. That man was conveyed to the Sussex County Hospital, where he still lies, in an unconscious state. On the body was found a receipt for a gun-metal cigar case set with dia- monds.” “Good gracious, mean to say—” “Oh, I do. I can’t quite make out how it happened, but that same case that we—that Mr, Steel has—has been positively identificd as one purchased from Walen by the injured man. There is no question about it. And they have found out about Mr. Steel being short of money, and the £1,000, and every- thing.” “But we know that that cigar case from Leckhart’s, In North street, was positively—” “Yes, yes. But what has become of that? And in what strange way was the change made? I tell you that the whole thing frightens me. We thought we had hit upon a scheme to solve the preblem and keep our friends out “of @anger. There was the American at Genoa who volunt-.:red to assist us. A week later he was found dexd in his bed Then there was Christiana’s friend, who disappeared entirely. And now we try further assistance in the case of Mr. Steel, and he stands face to face with a terribte charge. And he has found us out.” “He has found us out? mean?” “Well, he called to see me. He callea at 219, of course. And directly I heard bis name I was so startled that I am afraid I betrayed myself. Such a nice, kind, handsome man, Enid; so manly and good over it all. Of course, he de- clared that he had been at 219 before, and 1 could only declare that he had done nothing of the kind. Never, never have I felt so ashamed of myself in my tife before.” “It seems a pity,” Enid said, thought- fully. ‘You said nothing about 218?" “My dear, he found it out, At least, Hatherly Bell did for him. Hatherly Bell hay pened to be staying down with ts, and Hatherly Bell, who knows Mr. Steel, promptly solved, or half-solved, that side of the problem. And Hather- ly Bell is coming here to-night to see Aunt Margaret, He—” Ruth, is it really But, tell me. I am quite in Ruth, you don’t What do you “Here!” Enid cried. “To see Aunt Margaret? Thea he found out about you. At all hazards, Mr. Bell must not come here—he must not. I would rath- er let everything go than that. I would rather see auntie decd and Reginald Henson masier here. You must—” : In the distance came the rattle of harness bells and the trot of a horse. “I'm afraid it's too late,” Ruth Gates said, sadly. “I am afraid’ that they are here already. Oh, if we had only left out that wretched cigar case:” (To Be Continued.) Two Things Yon Can't Do. Wonderful as is the human body in its mechanism and its adaptability to its surroundings, there are some very sim- ple things that it cannot do. For ex- ample, a man cannot rise from a chair without bending forward or putting his feet under the chair or on cach side of it. Another impossible thing is for a man who is closely blindfolded to stand without support of any kind for five minutes at a stretch without moving his feet. If he docs not move his feet at all he will be pretty sure to topple over in a minute or two. A blind man, however, can do it, because he is used to doing without his eyes.—Philadelphia Record. 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