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, | ¥ t . : + Se ’ Furneaux and Stuart Fail to Lo- cate Sender of Mysterious Telephone Message. FOUR ARE NOW INVOLVED. Visit of Stranger to Dixon Apartment Gives Detective a New Lead. THE STORY TO DATE. ROWN, the butler of the Fifth Avenue mansion of Anthony Van Cortland, finds his em- ployer dead and twelve guests unconscious around a table where the thirteen had gathered for a convivial celebration of the Ace Club the night before. A goldfish in a bowl in the toom is floating, dead. A strange odor Pervades the room. Capt. Stuart, an army officer, calls for Van CortJand to go for a ride in Central Park and discovers the state of affairs. After talking with Morrison, the chauffeur; Roberts, the valet; Ma- rie, the maid, and Brown, Capt. Stuart calls Police Headquarters and in a few minutes a queet-looking little man ap- tam at the mansion and introduces imself as Mr. Furneaux of the detec- tive force. After looking over the round he orders that Dr. George ight of East 83d Street be called. pt. Stuart, chosen by Furneaux to. notity Miss. Mary Dixon, Van Cort- land's fiancee, of his death, performs the disagreeable task, but is impressed by the fact that she shows nc deep grief. Meantime Willie Dixon, Mary's young brother, one of the unconscious group, awakes after Furneaux has emp- tied the pockets of all the Ace Club members and taken their fingerprints. Capt. Stuart accompanies Willie Dixon to his home, meets Mary again, but learns nothing of her feelings re- garding the death of the man she was to marry. He joins Furneaux and Chief of Detectives Winter at break- fast, where they discuss the case. Discovery is made of a threatening typewritten note in which Van Cortland was told he could never marry Mary jixon, The writer has attempted an talian dialect. Furneaux's theory is that the mur- derer, after administering ‘a knockout draught to the party and pouring the balance into the gold fish bowl, admin- istered a deadly dose to Van Cortland by h: rmic or otherwise and going to a balcony outside the window threw the syringe, or, other instrument into the Central Park shrubbery. He elim- inates all save three of the Ace Club menibers, Durrane, Kerningham and Baker:-~~ ‘ The butler tells of a visit by, Miss Baker and her father to Van Cortland and a conversation in which the dead man made light of the threatening note. Stuart overhears a conversation in which Montagu Toyn says that Mary Dixon agreed to marry Van Cortland because he saved her father from fail- ure in a deal in rubber stocks. Capt. Crossley, precinct commander, manoeuvres the arrest of a tramp who has a ring he claims to have found in Central Park pecan the Van Cort- land mansion. ficer Flanagan, who made the arrest, is scratched while ex- amining the ring and dies just as Van Cortland died. It is found that the poison that killed Van Cortland and Flanagan has come from an antique ring such as was used in Italy two or three centuries ago. Some of the gontents are sent to a icologist. Willie Dixon invites Capt. Stuart to stay in the Dixon flat while his father and sister are in the Adirondacks and _ makes it clear that the invitation is ex- tended at Mary’s suggestion. CHAPTER VII. An Emissary—From Whom? EN minutes later the telephone rang again, “Forty-second office,” announced Street call Furneaux. “Cigar stoy manager says he keeps no record, as customers pay their own calls by dropping coins in the box. Sorry. Probably we mise- Ing something good, but if your mad idea is correct—and mad \deas mostly are in this business—it helps a lot, as I can locate some of the suspe right now, and the circle narrows ac- cordingly. But tell me more about it, avoiding names, if you please.” are “Won't you be passing this way?” he inquired, “I have a lot to tell you.” pncaux took thought. He seemed fo be weighing the pros and cons of the uation in a way nt customary with aim “I am due for a rebearsal at the Metropolitan Opera House at 10.30," he said finally, “The duet will gst probably half an hour; so wait in.” Stuart believed the soprano’s part in the duo would be taken by Carlotta Grisi, and could not but admire the de- tective’s ready wit, He had hardly returned to his news- papers when Catherine came back, so when the telephone rang again he thought it wire to make her the inter mediary, It was a long-distance this time, and the maid's eager reply: “Oh, yes, Miss. Capt. Stuart arrived fast night with Mr. Willie,”* told him that Mary Dixon too had her anxie- tles, Stuart paid no -heed tii! he was summoned. “It is very 00d of you to help my brother and all of us in this way, Capt Stuart," said q sweet, clear voice, “'L cannot tell you what @ load it taken off my mina. Willie's reforma- The Master Mystery story ork Life of New tion Is so very new that I simply dare not trust to it." “Do you speak Stuart She assured cent, that she French?" inquired him, with a Paris ac- did, whereupon he ex- plained the necessity there was to prevent any lea’ of information already in the hands of the police, and gaye her a resume of all that he knew. He was quickly alive to the fact that the story of the poisoned ring distressed her, and was conscious of a species of satisfaction when she said promptly that Frank Baker had made a collection of Italian antiques while flying in Italy be the United States entered the Great War in 1917. Stuart was thankful that he had not happened to mention the fact that Kerningham's handkerchief was used to remove finger prints from the glass bowl and window in the Van Cortland mansion, He did not wish to distress her needlessly, but took care to say that Furneaux would be with iim about noon, and might like to give her a call She supplied her telephone number readily. "It Is nice that you can tal French so well," she confided, with a little laugh, hough we do sound rather like conspirators, don't you think?" Altogether, Stuart was with Mary Dixon's attitude. He retained his real surprise for the last. moment. Mary was about to say “Goodby” when he sought. her attention for one moment. “If you had mot gone north did you expect a phone call from any one in particular this morning?” he , in- quired. “'No,'? she sald. ‘A lot of people, mostly girls, are always ringing me up, but I cannot imagine any really satisfied filled bya signet or seal with ‘The head, jawk open, and the tail, were pointed outward “Hold the ring between your left fingér and thumb, and press the tail firmly backward with your right fore- finger,’ he said Stuart obeyed, and a tiny steel dart shot out between the jaws. It was grooved, like the lion's claws in the “death ring,'’ but no suspicious sub- stance was rendered visible thereb “Carlotta tells me a legend that the Polson used in that ring was a mix- ture of arsenic and belladonna,” sald the detective. ‘Fortunately for Pucct its virus had gone when she scratched him, as she hinted she had reason to know it was no longer venomous."* “I wouldn't trust the Infernal thing,”” said Stuart, placing it care- fully on a table. Still, it's useful as a type—all the more so because when Carlton and some other girls shared in certain fes- tivities arranged by van Cortland she exhibited this ring, and {it was seen, and its properties understood, by van Cortland himself and at least four of his friends. “Kerningham, Baker, Durrane snd Spence," said Stuart, smilingly grimly. “One hundred per cent. efficient, cried Furneaux. ‘Who posted you so thoroughly ?"* “Willie, Dixon. He wanted get them set at liberty Stuart's army training had taught him when net to ask questions. He waited a second or two to allow Furneaux to 46 on talking If he chose. But the little man did not choose. “Well,”’ he sald, after a pause, I have a small budget for you. It may me to or may not prove important, That is for you to judge."" Then he explained fully why he was residing in the Dixons’ flat, and gaye Furneaux & practically verbatim | ia “IT 18 VERY GOOD OF YOU TO HELP MY BROTHER AND ALL STUART," SAID A SWEET, CLEAR VOICE. important méssage coming through to-day.”* Stuart told the story of the dialect message of the morning. Well, of all ‘the extraordinary things!"’ she erled in English. . . « “Yes father—coming at once, this minute. . . T can only” assure you, Capt, Stuart, that T have no acquaintance who measures up with that curious standard.» . rn think, and let you know later. . . + 1 really must go now, I have been nearly an hour getting this call.” Within five minutes the bell clanged again, and Catherine seemed to be too busily occupied to answer. This time it was Willie Dixon. Gee! I'm glad to find you In!" cried that young man_ breathlessly. “Eve just heard that the police are keeping Bob Kerningham, Frank Baker, Phil Durrane and Charlie Spence in jatl—hotding them as mate- rial with hey Can't some- thing be don: san outrage. None of those birds killed old Tony Stuart assured Willie that he could not interfere Taking thought, Stuart went to find the parlourmald, who was banging about industriously In the kitchen. “Catherine,” he sald gravely, “you know by this time, 1 have no doubt, Mr. van Cortland {ts dead couldn't hearing she help said what he had said the previous morn ing—in fact, Miss Mary herself had asked her to remain within earshot. Catherine vowed that she would do anything to oblige the Dixon family and their friends, Nevertheless, Stuart felt that he had her mistress tended for her benefit After a quiet hour F “What a life!" he irneaux came, squeaked, sub: sie into a comfortabl library, which room Stuart had adopted as his quarters. ‘I've just gone through a sort of botled-down version of "Cavalleria Rusticana” and str? iia with ¢ ing each character in turn 1 got t to keep Pucei's name out of it He handed Stuart a heavy gold ring, which curried a snake’ tw four times around the kh <i moved a slight arlotta Grisi play- However, ring, on loan, and managed account of the various telephone con - versations. He had to confess to u secret feeling of disappointment that his companion should show no sign of excitement at Mary Dixon's revela- tion anent Baker's coilection of itaiian antiques. “phat allt? he inquired Stuart ceased speaking, “Absolutely all, 1 vain enough to think that some of the items would prove yaluable."’ *You mean Baker's curlos, for in- stance. We examined the lot at ven o'clock last night. The lion ring was his. It was taken from his collection. I don't belteye he either knows it is missing or that it was poisonous." - A bell rang, and Furneaux instantly when displayed those indications of intense mental excitement which Stuart had seen in him on two occasions only, the first being when he, Stuart, re- fused to divulge what took place dur- ing the early morning meeting with Dixon, and the second when Captain Crossley told the story janagan’s death. That the door-bell?" detective. "Yes, I believe so." “Stop that girl for a second. one asks for you let him be shown tn You get under that table in the hissed the her sirl, not quite realizing his drift, corner, and I'll pull the cloth down so Cut a slit in it, 60 as to hide you, that you can see, But don't show up, no matter what happens, unless I signal you. Can we depend on the maid?’ “Yes. Stuart obeyed orders, and wa: tion, r neaux seated himself with a news paper, and both men heard some one ask if “Capt. Stuart’’ was at home. “I believe so, sir,’ said Catherine, alr in the What name ts it?” “Mr, Luke Forster," was the off- handed reply. “Will you please step this way, Stuart's heart had not pounded at such a rate since a day im France when a meinenwerter exploded within him, but Yudkily’ just He recognized the stranger's voice! ection usually It was that of the man who swore be- six feet of around the angle of a fire-bay. had If any soon well screened in the darkest part of pique on the girl's part by letting her the room, though in a cramped post- know that the camouflage adopted by 3 himself was not In- as the table was a small one. cause he cou'd not get in touch with Mary Dixon what morning! Mr. Luke Forster came in, and was pnducted to the lUbrary, where he found some person quite hidden be- hind h open newpaper, and obvi- ously immersed in its columns. “Ah! Capt, Stuart,” said the new- comer affably. Furneaux jumped up, with such a jack-in-the-box air that Mr. Forster was almost startled “Capt. Stuart vanished a few min- utes ago," said the detective. “Any- thing I can do for you? “Vanished!’ repeated the other, That's the word, sir, you." “Well, I haven't the pleasure of Capt. Stuart's acquaintance, 1 called here really on behalf of a friend, who desires news of the Dixon family. May I ask who you are?" “Sometimes I hardly know myself, for we all live in a strange world since the war, but my friends call me Vidoeq, when they're polite. Often T get ‘Frog’ or ‘Funny little codger.’ Yesterday morning a young blood likened me to a cockatoo.” Mr. Forster probably thought that ff Furneaux's friends called him a maniac they would not be gravely mistaken. “Miss Murtel van Buren asked me to convey a message to Miss Dixon,"' ex- I assure plained Forster. ‘I rang up here about 10 o'clock, and was told that Miss Dixon was not in New York. My informant said he was a Capt. Stuart, whom neither Miss van Buren nor I recognized as a friend of this family, und we are quite intimate with all its members. “Miss Murfel van Buren of Vande- bilt Avenue?! queried Furneaux. “Y—yes."’ The visitor was rather taken aback by such prompt recogni- OF US CAPT. IN THIS WAY, tion of the Indy. “Why do you say ‘y—yes'? Aren't you sure?"" “Oh, quite sure “That's all right, then. her straight away.” Furneaux leaped off the table, and was nearly In the hall when Mr. Fors- ter recs him urgently “Please don't do that!’’ he appealed. “But I am only going to tell her what she wants to know.”' Mr. Forster was so perturbed that he rose and followed Furneaux into the hall, but the detective allowed himself to be persuaded unwillingly. “All right, he said, ‘Let's dis- and he backed the visitor Into the room, the chalr which cupled, and thus manoeuvring Foster I'll phone the other had oc- (THE EVENING WORLD, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1923.’ THE HOUSE OF LOUIS TRACY COPYRIGHT BY EDWARD. J: CLODE he himself substding into into one which was farther from the door, and with its back to Stuart's place of concealment. “What Is there to discuss?" he said thingly. “Heaps!'' snapped the detective. “You're too anxious about it, for one thing, Mr. Forster. For another, I don't suppose you ever exchanged a syllable with Miss Muriel van Buren in your life, unless It was to say, ‘Ye mam,’ when she ordered you to bring her an ice or a cup of coffee," “What do you take me aiter?”" for—a ‘That's what you act like, and a damned poor one, too!'’ “But, my dear sir, I am a friend of all those people. “Such a close friend that the maid here was acquainted with neither you nor your name.” Mr. Forster's somewhat swarthy face darkened redly, but he kept con- trol of his temper, being clearly re- solved to treat a fool according to his folly. “T assure you I'm not a waiter,” he sald, trying to amile. making a lot of bother about a very trivial matter?" “Aren't we “You tell me just why you need Miss Dixon's present address and I'l! supply it” “But T have told you."* “No. You've merely lied Mr. Forster smiled tolerantly “Hard words, Mr. Vidoeq, hari words!" he sald, “Yet you are right I did try to succeed by harmle subterfuge, but you are too sharp t Illustrated by Frederic Dorr Steele [| ar parlor,’ he cackled. ‘“Corhe with me, Stuart hardly needed that look of excitement. Here's Captain’ rp!" Interpolated Fur- and you'll hear something not to your intelligence, as ne had already in- now! Why, the man's a benefit.” reted the signalling fin cor- wonder, How does fie do it?" actly, Well, since I find you Going out on tiptoe, but looking etly. He crept out, and followed Forster had whisked round, established in this flat I'm sure you backward and still beckoning, Fur- the others noiselessly, Thus, when in fright, but the red hue aware of Mr. van Cortland’s neaux seized the one instant. when Furneaux reached the telephone with cheeks, which grew sallow. Forster's eyes fell to glance towards Forster near, Stuart was standing jv he realized what a trap he ha “Now we're coming to the truth,’’ the spot whence Stuart was watching hall. At oace the detectives into, The detective, gazing steadily at his this queer bit of tragi-comedy. mask-like facq creased in a truly “It will save trouble,” sald victim, bent forward and crooked the ‘Oh, have it your own way,” he diabolical grin quietly, “if Mr, Montagu 'To} forefinger of his right hand. sald, with well-affecthd indifference, ‘It's as’ good as a play,” ‘he us what his business here “Come with me, as the spider sald and once more strode after the detec- squeaked, in the falsetto he used in- i when Inviting a dirty little fly Into his tive. variably when at a high pitch of (Continued to-morrow.), ETS NNN NNT SR WISHFUL WINIFRED By Gelett Burgess START TO DAY saw her. After that he singled her now regularly established as a mem- her getting out of a taxi = out for his scientific monologues. The ber of the household, began to gossip sweetest fellow L ever saw other boarders were immensely re- discreetly, and found that men are life aid Mrs, Amoret lieved to escape his’ hobby. quite as inquisitive as women Percival s at his littl Pircival was quite obviously of the romantic type, a lad of spirit which band for any woma: was crushed, daily In the office of a She stared hard through her tron- Wholesule corset warehouse. rimmed ‘'bifocals.’? No wonder Miss Mack was Infatu- les Madam Lilith, handsome, distin- ated with Percival. So far, he had not guished, mysterious, smiled, half exchanged a dozen words with her, prunes on Thursdays. The widowette closed her green eyes, and toyed with Why should he? She was an old maid watched her go, and smiled a smile her marquisette ring. ‘‘Yes,"’ she re- 8nd romance was not in her. But the at Percival. plied, “I can marry anybody.’ night Mrs, Amoret appeared he gave seemed to be in a “But look at me!" sald Winlfrea ® Curious look at Wishful Winifred. she remarked. Mack. “Why, I have no looks left | Miss Mack had discarded her spec- the matter?” —I have no ‘charm.’ I'm nothing tacles and appeared in a frameless Percival poured a stream of very had already congucred the Professor, now she began on young Percival, the paired. Miss Mack, th cup. “Lord! Miss Mack?” hi Mrs. Amoret left him to his After that, things began to swiftly, Gentlemen called eve night. It was quite usual autos and taxicabs to stand hour or so in front of the delighting Mrs. Ashley’s soul Mrs. Amoret talked to Perel cessantly about Miss Mack, p out heretofore unnoticed charm distinctions. Her fascinating 66 9 YOU really mean to say," said Miss Mack, ‘‘that you can secure @ hus showing signs of d left the dinner table be- fore the dessert—always rice and rest great ‘Wonder Inuendos but just an old maid of forty!” T—~ on Percival's poetic brain till Lilith did look at her carefully. in a ferment. A romantic “Why, you look disappointed, that's q under the same roof—on the all. Young men of 25 always fall in | (Le | floor—only a few steps do’ love with women older than they Y I hall! Midnight vigils—seeret are—if the women are interesting yp affairs—clandestine meetings! enough.” 5 Now, it was Percival’s ha “Well, there’s nothing Interesting yy i} play three games of chess eve! about me, I'm afraid. If there had GH i ning with his uncle. Miss Ma been, I’d haye been married long VA | gan to evince an interest in th ago,” y The Professor offered to teac It's my business to make you in- 1) Coyly declining, saying that sl teresting. afraid of a Professor of Mathe} How? | she gazed fondly at Perciv Madam Lilith rose tmpatiently, took the hint, and, that night “My dear Miss Mack,’’ she sald, ‘I Yi f at her door with a ches have been married three times, and VG When she opened, Percival besides that, I have had seventeen iy) burning paper; Miss Mack hi Proposals, Different men require dit- Yiy burning letters. They spel ferent treatment, but I assure you VY, hours on the rudiment of tt that all men are easy enough, if you Ge tT! ond the infatuated Percival have the ability to read them. Tho YW} ered in her the makings of a: only question for you to decide is yy) i (@ It was this defection thf whether or not you can afford to se- Ly, aroused the Professor's ire. cure the particular man you have se- carrying up hot water, het lected. My rates are high, but I bitterly expostulating with guarantee’ success."* phew for his increasing intim Miss Mack, watching her hostess, Mi Mack, He called ‘her fascinated, made a hasty calculation. maid’’—quite too old for There were her shares in C., B. & Q. This was repeated verbatim —she could sell them—'*How Much?" ifred. she finally asked. Madam Lilith Two days afterward, on goin named a sum which staggered the to dinner, he stopped for a maid, But, after all, a husband ts at Miss Mack’s door and 1 a hushand—and it is his business to She was sobbing—there was ni support a wife. Miss Mack signed the contract. -he could distinctly hi stifling paroxysms of her grt Miss. Mack appeared a few later. How brave she wast! was scarce a trace of grief upd face; she was only a little more: and reserved than usual. Mrs, Amoret easily saw thi Winifred’s mask of fortitude. sent sidelong glances at Percivt shook her head sadly. “Mone afraid,’ she whispered, as she the mustard. “Worse than that,’ replied val, wretched to hts boots. Uncle and nephew went ups' play chess, but they could not their minds on the game, Che about tt leit As the occupant of the fourth floor back room, Mrs. Ashle new board- er, ‘Mrs. Amoret'? was, of course, prejudged as a nobody. At her first appearance in the dining room this prejudice was confirmed, the only mitigation of the stigma being that she had ‘‘queer’’ eyes. Even Winifred Mack could scarcely believe her own eyes when Mrs. Amoret appeared. Except for the green orbs there was scarcely a trace of the distinguished creature she had « rm met as Madame Lilith. “HER KIMONO—BUT ITS NAME WAS A SCANDAL, WINIFRED Mrs. Amoret, drab, faded, drawling, WAS IN A NIGHT DRESS” was as different from Lilith as rubles quires silence and thought. are from sealing wax. But Winifred ‘‘pince-nez."' Her hair was different thin cream over his prunes, ‘Oh, could they concentrate their mf held her tongue, waiting for her fate —-was it rats that made it so becom- she's going to a prayer meeting or bishops and rooks while Miss to be disclosed. ing; a new gown she wore, or had an something, I expect.’ Disdainfully. yw, sobbing in the next Neither Professor Truax nor his old one been magically rejuvenated, “H'm!" said Mrs, Amoret I guess Finally, the Professor could sti handsome nephew Percival paid any Percival was conscious only of the not! I saw her golng into Cafe BUtz yo longer. “I'm going in!” attention to Mrs. Amoret at first. It general effect of improvement. It was the other night with a gentleman.”’ nounced. So he went tn, wh was not till she manifested an inter- as if Winifred had tasted a teaspoon “The Cafe Blitz’ Percival spilled nephew agonized In suspense, est In “higher space,” a subject that ful of the Elixir of Life. his cream, “I guess you're near- sighted aren't you t so near but what I could see had heretofore bored every one at the table, that the Professor even really Miss Mack had ‘'fixed’’ her face. Three days passed and Mrs, Amoret, Gettin’ etin bing husk, “Don't yer remember, Rose, the last time I begged ye don't say that! The night you threw me for Jim? ‘an't yer see, Rose, it's the same as then? I did it ‘cause I —'cause I love yer!" he cried out In FINISH TO-MORRQ Square “A chance for what?” Jerry stare at her as he spoke. A gleam finally shot {nto his eyes. “You mean you did that to—to get rid of him, Rose?" he erled suddenly. . "Yes," she moaned I intended (Copyrighted.) (Continued from Y ERRY continued: ‘I know Jim's goin’ to skip. I thought he would when I went his bail." “'The officers were just here,’’ she form grew rigid: him at the depot “The tickets!"? murmured Je was all clear now. He ked over to the door rapped upon it and awaited a creature walt! iterday.) interruped crisply. anguish, ‘Cause I always lovel yer, to pay you back, Jerry—some ti:a»,'? None came. “And didn't get him," Jerry added, though It never got me nothin’ but —+ro work on your knees to see him ‘Jim Lonergan,’ he said “No,"" heartaches, and never will,” he through!" interrupted Jerry quickly, ‘I've waited years to get squa A dim amile curled her Up. sobbed, ‘‘If you could only say YoU ‘That's what you mean, ch, Rose? You for—stealin’ my girl!’ He “That's all right,” Jerry gulped, ‘dn't'—— Oh, I see !t now!"’ he crivd, His whole &. choked and then went on. I don't mind that, But tell me “Don't!"' she cried. She had leaped peing seemed to change. He beamed You did steal her by lies and something—or don't tell me,'? ho to her feet. Her frail form was shak- ypon her, things. I was hopin' the devil ing. sive me a chance some day. “I know how you feel toward Jim,” ever, God seen fit to give mea For that I'm callin’ everythinj ‘tween you and me, Jim."* "Yes wearily. him—or de poor babies,’ added in sudden, sharp tones, like a plea, ‘don’t tell me you fell for that Hy deal. You know I sorter thought you h¢ murmured. “'The same's I feel to- —you knew why I done it—and on Ward you. We go the limit for them ‘+ We love, but I sorter thought you wos — yes!" she replied, It was either rid myself of th. And my babies—my * she sobbed, “I couldn't that account—wouldn't fall for 1 _ " "You ca our hand oan a clueal abet ia voce “Don't—don’t dare say that!" she °ave, them, wan't beck ~~ Ever! yolce—a sort of hunger for that which muttered in a low tone. The flicker | Why Jerry seemed to have some day the feelin’ atirs | he wanted to believe. in her eyes had kindled into a gleam. srown young again He laughed like ‘sina; aa iw dn ane now an She didn't answer, Her face shad- Her mouth had set in @ line @ schoolboy, though the tears Were want to come back, why—? cweda teide, her eyebrows arched tor. “Doo't get me wrong!" implored streaming down his cheeka, “Why, Ookcq” again, ‘Como bw pea Medd Jerry suddenly. ‘I didn't do it to that's all right, Rose!” he cried choked | again. “Come | bag don't mind the money," he Hea come ‘tween you and him, Rose. I d quickly, You let him down easy!’ Soni Ww find your “wit and kid with reassuring optimism. It's the die "fore I'd do that, I did it—oh, “s And sold myself to the devil to you come out bett than feelin’, Rose, that you—you'’—— His you must know why I did {t, Rose, do it! she cried, “Oh, if I had but ‘om Realiz . Jim, that voice broke. You must!'’ he added brokenly. realized your motive, Jerry, in the has joined no man shall put “I know what you want me to say, She looked keenly at him oy Way. you wished me to-—"* T aay it You get me Jerry,’ she interrupted abruptly, @idn't—get you wrong, Jerry," she ‘Forget it," interrupted Jerry hur- 4° jaugh came from. bel Yes, say it, Rose," he murmured said at length. tis you who don’t riedly “You served him up just to ¢ 1 toned, jubilant, appealingly. His eyes had sought the understand. I—I don't know how my likin primitive Ying in i Jerr ceiling. His body had become rigid— to put it so you will understand,"* “No, no!"' she cried. “I co n't ste Lonergan v 1 nev tense. she add “When Jim was arrest- do it—not now' She pointed to the back He glanced toward La “You want me to say I wouldn't.” ed T saw — paused, A strange door of an adjoint room. w Her hands were clasp ‘Sure!"’ Jerry's volce rang out as !ook crept into her face. “T thought “Meanin’ he's ta there nd I can ty in her lap. Her head wa the tension broke. ‘And you didn’t!" I saw a chance to cheat the devil get him if | want him?" inquired Her were moving slighth “I did," she replied calmly. for a while at least." She laughed Jerry She knows he won't—td “No-o!" Jerry seemed to crumble suddeniy—harshly. “L thought f "Yer, replied "“L hid him ‘ed ‘Shell be happ is vital centres, He trembled as saw a chance for Oh, IT ean't tell from the offi 1 was going to hide the main thing.” ague; his face grew sallow and you, Jerry!" she cried, sinking into him from you, but { can’t—now,”? sh THE END. sweaty. “Don't—say—that — Rose!’ tho chair. “‘I tried every one before robbed. "You had bette ke him. gy wy‘ Blaan’ Piston ‘eae His voice had lowered to @ throb- you offered, I didn’t want you to’—— He's ready to leave. There's a''—her York.2 : ‘ ‘ 3}