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desperately. "But may ! speak With Mr.

'Yes," said Davaris little impatiently,
About the man that died up In that
| houth in the mountain and how We were
| there the night he dlcdg"
"Yes."
"And how he knew your"
II think you arc mistaken; the man did
not know me, and never knew him.
"You thaid you once knew man by the
name OF Westerly"
"Oh, yes. did once; but this is not the
| one"
How do you know"
"Oh, bother" exclaimed Davaris. 81
though we had this matter settled once"
Il really am awfully thorry To trouble
you tho much; but Of courthe you would
be glad 10 find out If thith ith the man you
once knew"
II don't care about IT,
How long ago did you know thith
Westerly. may aihkY
Ten years" snapped Davaris.
DO you tbuppothe he has changed
much since you saw him lathtr'
How do know"
IF wath to show you picture OF him
taken the day he died, would you recog.
nithe it?' Havermeyer dIawed out the
words slowly.
"Possiblyp'
0"Well. look at that then" exclaimed
Havermeyer suddenly, as he took from his
pocket small picture.
Davaris took 1t and looked at it intently
The figure resting in the chair, the sur.
roundings In the room Of the old house
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was marvelously sharp and clear.
Havermeyer did not say ANYTHING, but
watched the Greek. The hand which held
the picture was tremb bling, and the black
eyes scanned every feature. every line OF
that pictured face with feverish interest.
Davaris held the picture close 10 his face
"The same eyes-the same mouth" ho
muttered. And be is deadr
He let his hand fall 10 his side he
raised his eyes and looked off over towards
the mountains of the east They we're
dark and shadowy, save in one spot wherc
the sun lighted up bit Of woodland with
strange effect.
Il thought you knew him." exclaimed
Havermeyer with a note Of triumph in his
voice. HE ith an old acquaintance, ]
fantbyw
II didn't say so. did II" said Davaris
looking ut Havermeyer quicSly.
"It wath not ncthethary; every move
you made, every tone OF you voice, your
whole actionth prove that you recognith
in that picture-that man there whom
photographed after his Geath-Cyrus
Westerly whom on knew tea years ago
in Greethe. Don't trouble to thay any
thing to deny 1t. You may keep the pic.
ture; have another. And now my dear
friend allow me to bid you good bye: /
must dret1. 1 viii re you at dinner"
and Havermeyer wal ked off whistling.
That fellow Is not TIE fool be looks"
said Davaris half aloud. as he watched
him. Good Heavens. I must have more
self command Westerly deadl If only.
had seen him.
1t was fortunate for Davaris that moth.
ing was said Of the matter at dinner that
evening, for he felt that IL anyone ques-
toned him about Westerly, t. would COM
pletely unnerve him. And he was more
than delighted when after dilner Havcr-
meyer absented himself, Constance and
Langford went out on the piazza. and the
two elderly women disappeared to parts
unknown, leaving him tete a-tete with
Miss Montague in the library. There was
sudden change in the wea'her; the air
which all day had been s., warm was
colder and chilly wind bad arisen. For
time the two in the library could hear
bits of conversation from Constance and
Langford on the piazza; thea they heard
them come into the house.
Davaris listened for a few moment To
Miss Montague's animated chatting. be-
fore he said. anxiousy:-
"You thought it very peculiar-the way
Iacted about that Photographic"
"You mean the ono Mr.. Havermeyer
hadf" she replied. evidently anxious to
gam time.
"Yes."
why. no. really"
"of course you understand there was
mistaken"
"Certainly-I think II merely n little
Joke OF tho men. They certainly were
away all night that time they went hunt
Ing. but as for finding hermit or any
thing OF that sort Miss Montague
StppDtu, anu AAtilAiJs
Gus nonsense"
Davaris looked relieved. 81 am glad
you think So" he said. 'Of courso-tro-
mendous nonsense" He sat down in a
chair opposite Miss Montague. "And
about that german you were speaking
about at dinner-may really lead with
your
And for an hour or so he talked TO her
with animation. Presently his eyes
lighted on violin in one corner OF tho
room. She saw him loo ling at 1t, and
instantly got up and brought tho in
strument 10 him.
"Oh, Mr.. Davaris. would you really play
Just little for me" was what she sad
but her eyes asked more than her words.
For an instant shc drew back; he had not
touched violin since the day Langrord
found him playing in his studio in New
York. lie looked up into her face; no
took the violin. IL was a fine instrument
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