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OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
BY Moriee Gerard.
J IIR ! REROBERT HARRINGH

,5{E 1.f
stS sat adding up accounts at the
library table Of his luxurious
fat in Maddox Square. The
handle Of the door turned and John
FneyiIle entered, unannounced.
The two men were In sharp Contrast
.-Harringham, cool, phlegnatic,
ical, with the blue eyes, fair hair
beard of the Saxon; Freyille, dark
petuous, full-blooded, gener0is,
otic-a veritable Celt. Their friends
ship was the alliance Of negatiohs, Be
cured by the cement of antithesis.
How long is it? Bighteen mpnths?'
1.-TWO years to the day"
$50 long!
1T seems TO me an eternitys but
the calendarlis rigid. 1t neither NSls7
ures sentiment nor registers feelmgs:"
Il never quite knew why. you went
away"
II expect you will the less under
stand why I have come back"
Then shall not try. If the cause
is obscure, the result is satisfactory,
which cannot be said of the other
inexplicable spring OF your move
ments" .lsE
Had Harringham asked for solu-
tion Freville would probably not have
given it. Unasked, he proffered it.
That is why truth is rarely disclosed
in the witness box. evidence being 4
playful game Of question and evasion.
II heard three ENTHUSIASTICALLY"
"And you went away for two years.
That seems to lack symmetry. 1t
ought to have been year word, or
nothing
Harrngham was Quizzing, but his
friend was not listening. Freville was
talking because lie couldn't help him
self. Eie mad been silent too long to
trouble himself as to the attitude Of
his listener.
"You know howl cared for Di Le-
strange:'
Most people did. You made no Sc
cret of it."
"She had always seemed especially
kind-to care for me. I had never
said anything nor. of course, she to
me. But there is light in wom-
ans eye-sometimeS"
Il know; a dangerous light, like q
will-of-th-wisp."
80 it was in my case. I found it
out at the Leighan ball. Di and Alec
-, TraverS were in recess together. Be
fore l knew who it was, or, in fact.
that any enc was there-I had only
Just come up-I heard Di say:
,"'You need not think that l care
for Freville.'"
THAT was more than three words
interjected Ear-inglam.
=. Il rere- Slew that night. Next day
! left England"
For he Arctic regions, to cool your
heated U?sH,d =
Frevil!e Gid not look exactly as if
the remedy Md been efficacious.
:; A runaw:-s horse, attached to
smart Droughan. in Regent street;
people scattering in all directions,
women faiaHng AID shrieking. men
chiyalrouslyfetreatfns into doorways.
A 1.-the figure steps Oft he curb and
seizes the frightened brutesy the Dri-
die. They sway to and fro, wA:!s tre
broughaM CRATES on its axis and
threatens every moment to topple over.
Two terrified women, blanched with
terror, look out breathlessly at the
unequal struggle being waged on their
behalf.
The man slips. He will fall No,
he won't. He is firm Oh his legs
again. He holds on like grim death
md the horse is forced back. The
modern dress does not lend itself to
heroics; but there is certain heroism.
nevertheless, in the tense figure. A
policeman runs up; then another. The
horse yields to superior numbers.
Freville let's 80 the bride as soon
as his hand is no longer required. His
face is flushed and an angry welt
across his right wrist is the outward
sign Of strained muscle.
A girl jumps from the broughan al
most into his arms. 1t is Di Le-
strange-or it was Two years ago.
I'VE can never thank you enough,
Mr.. Frevillc, and You have saved
our lives. I must 60 back TO her. She
is feeling faint Won't you come and
see us tonight at nine O'clock? Then
we can hear of your return and thank
you"
Freville had hardly taken in what
Miss LeStranSe was saying. The eX-
citement of the struggle, the surprise
of the meeting, so sudden and unex-
pected the old glamour reawakened-
stronger than ever.
"Where:" Freville managed to stain
mer.
I'm the old place, 10 Curzon street.
where else should you think"
Diana was recovering her compos.
ure. Freville g&Zed at the girl half
incredulously.
"Still in Curzon street-you:"
"Why where else?"
81 thought you-were-'
"Well:"
Married"
Di laughed.
You say it as if you meant buried
to whom, pray?'
ITO Alec Travers."
"Alec Travers! The last man! Why