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1t up, thrust it into the lock. turned it
with a hand grown suddenly cold and
firm, and threw open the door.
You! You"
She staggered back against the wall.
And Dave Henley, busting dead leaves
and twigs from his immaculate duck
suit, stepped lightly into the room.
Il hope you don't mind much" he
said, with an easy smile, as he stood,
hat in hand, before her.
Mind much?"
She raised her hand before her face
| to shut out sight of him. A gust of
| wind rose sighingly and swept the
door shut. The key clattered from her
| fingers and Henley, bending 10 pick
it up, did not hear another Key dick
| in the outside door, or bolt slide.
Then, too as he looked up he Taught
| womanly sorrow and pleading IN the
girls eye which made him for the N
slant blind and deaf to all else. lie
handed her the key, and she lock Il
with half a sob. thrusting t ilifo the
bosom of her dress.
Carlos Observation-Disclosures as
he didn't want you disappointed,
thought-er-there might De some
thing important. he just asked me 10
drop around-and here 1 am. hope
you don [ care.
For answer the girl burst INTO soos,
swaying uncertainty in her grief.
It was evident that she carc1-very
| much-and for Carlos!
But even as the thought drove re-
lentlessly into his brain, she drew her
self up, wheeled on her tiny heel and
stared wildly at the clock. 1t was fif-
teen minutes to II. Again she turned
and this time she dashed up the stairs,
pulling frantically on the barred door.
"Oh, 1 say" said Henley, looking up
at her in frank anger. This is bit
too rough. You know I'm no cad, II
1 don't belong to your people. If you'll
kindly give me that key I'll cut out at
once"
GO? You would go?" the girl said,
in low, tense voice. II would give my
life if you could But it is locked
everything is locked! If I give you this
key-and you leave by that door"
(pointing to the door through which
he had entereO, you'll be shot like
dog!"
She came tearing down the steps
and stood before him, wild-eyed and
painting.
II say, what does this mean? This
is no melodrama, you know"
She clutched his arm, and as she
spoke her eyes travelled, fascinated, to
the clock.
Carlos was traitor to the Cause.
He was to die. 1t is the will OF my
father, and every door is guarded
should 1 weaken. Behind that door
(ponting to the one leading into the
new part of the house,, Stands my
father. To him 1 must go alone-and
not before you leave this room they
would shoot you for Carlos-the same
hight, the same clothes She chung
desperately to his arm, while he looked
down at her uncertainty. 1t seemed
so like bally nonsense, he was saying
to himself
Then once more she looked at the
clock Another minute had been licked
off. She flew to the door leading to
the other part of the house and shook
it like mad woman. The answer was
silence, and now for the first time
Hen.ey ft!: a vagur sense of uneasi-
ness.
Would you mind telling me just
howl am to die?"
He had tried to pass it off half as a
jest, but the horror in the face turned
to him made him regret his light
words. 1t was a stern reality after
all.
You will hate me-hate me-" sobbed
the girl but l was to leave Aquilla in
the room alone-on a pretense-and
on the stroke of tWelVe-a little ma
chine in that clock would go off-and-
and"
Exactly" said Henley, his voice
qnite even and firm, IAN Internal ma
chine. When the hammer strikes IL
| it will also strike the percussion cap.
| Quite up to the average diplomacy of
a South American republic. It's rather
a nasty way"
! "senor Henley" sobbed Lolita,
clinging to his arm, but still staring
at the clock. 1T is seven minutes Of
We will go together to the door-and
1 will cry aloud to my father who you
are"
and he won't believe a word of it.