Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-12
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mean I want Burnett. Here he comes.
Burnett, take Sergeant Mulhiil through the
place. He's looking for thief. You will
accompany the sergeant. Mr.-Moriway?"
Thank you-no. 1T you don't mind, I'll
wait out here
That meant me. moved toward. the
gate.
Not at all. Have a seat. Miss Omar,
sit down, won't you?" l sat down.
Miss Omar reads to me. Mr.. Norway.
I'm an invalid, as you see, dependent on
the good offices of my man. / find q wo-
mans voice soothing change"
1T must be- Particularly if the voice is
pleasing. Miss Omar-I didn't quite catch
the name
He waited. But Miss Omar had nothing
to say that minute.
Yes. that's the name You've got it all
right" said Latimer AN uncommon
name, isn't it?"
81 don't think ever heard 1t before. Do
you know. Miss Omar, as 1 heard your
voice just before we got to the gate. II
sounded singularly boyish to me-.
MIR. Latimer does not find it so-do your
I said as sweet-as sweet as 1 could coax.
How sweets that Tom Dorgan?
mot at ALL" A little laugh came from
Latimer though he enjoying joke
all by himself. But NORWAY jumped with
satisfaction He knew the voice all right.
"Have you a brother. may / ask" He
leaned over and looked keenly at me.
81 am an orphan said sadly. with no
relatives"
"A pitiful position" sneered Norway.
you look so much like a boy 1 know
that
do you really think SOP" So awfully
polite was Latimer to such a rat as MORT
way. Why? Well. wait II can't agree
with you Do you know. 1 find Miss Omar
very feminine. Of course. short hair
Her hair is short. them
Typhoid" murmured.
TOO bad"' NORWAY sneered.
yes" l snapped 81 thought 1t was at
ha Nv hair heavy
long. and had chance to sit in window
at Troyon's where they were advertising
hair tonic and
Rotten? OF course it was. I'd no business
TO gabble and just because you and your
new job Mag, cane to my mind at that
minute. there / went putting my foot in 1t.
Norway laughed. 1 DIDN'T like the sound
of his laugh. .
Your reader is versa Tile. Mr.. Latimer."
he SAID
yes" Latimer smoothed the soft silk
rug that lay over him. Poverty and that
sort of rersat ility are often bedfellows. Ell i?
diamonds yours
NO. They belong TO "a friend of mine,
Mrs Kingdom
..Oh! The old lady who was married this
afternoon to a young fortune-hunter."
couldn't resist it
Norway jumped out of his seat.
"She was not married. he suffered
"She-'
Did she find out what a crook the fellow
was? What was his name-Morrison? No
Middleway-I have heard it.
May l ask, Miss OMAR didn't have to
see his face; his voice told how mad with
rage he was-''how you come to De &C
cuainted with matter that only the con-
tracing PARTIES could possibly know of!
Why. they can't lave kept 1t very secret.
the old lazy and the young rascal who was
after Ee- money, for you see we both knew
o. 1t; and l wasn't the bride and you GER
tainly weren't the groom. were your
An exclamation burst from him.
Mr. Latimer." he stormed, may l see
you a moment aione?"
Phew, That meant me. But got up just
the same.
Just keep your seat Miss Omar" Oh.
that silken voice OF Latmcrs, Mr.. MORT
way / have absolutely no acquaintance
with you. i never saw you till tonight.
can't imagine what you may have to say to
me- that my secretary-Miss Omar acts in
that apacity-may not hear"
II want to say" burst from NORWAY,
that 5Ae looks the image of the boy Nat.
who stole Mrs. Kingdoms diamonds, that