Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-16
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR SEPTEMBER 10. 1906

10 SUI
woman herself relieved this new embarrassment.
is it in the tree!" she went on
How many knots in it,"
One"
"One?" she repeated eagerly. Put your hand
in there and hand me the string. No tricks, now!"
Hatch complied with certain deprecatory man
ner which he intended should convey to her the i'm
preston that there would be no tricks AS she took
the string her fingers brushed against his. They
were smooth and delicate He knew that even in
the dark.
And what did he say?" she went
Having gone this far without falling into any
thing the reporter willing to plunge-felt that
he had to, matter OF tact.
He said yes he murmured without shifting
his eyes from the revolver.
"Yes?" the woman repeated again eagerly.
Are you sure?"
Yes said the reporter again The thought
flashed through his mind that he was tangling
up somebody's affairs sady-he didn't know whose
Anyhow, it was matter of no consequence to him.
as long as that revolver stared at him that way.
Where is it," asked the woman.
Then the earth slipped out from under him. Il
don't know" he replied weakly.
Didn't he give it to your
"Oh, no. He-he wouldn't trust me with it"
How can get it, them"
"Oh, he'll fix it all right Hatch assured her
morrow night
"Where?"
Here"
tone betrayed deep emotion but it wasn't so deep
that she lowered the revolver.
There long pause. Hatch was hgur1ng pos
sibilities. How to get possession OF the revolver
seemed the imminent problem. His hands were
still in the air, and there was nothing to indicate
that they were not to remain there indefinitely. Inc
woman finally broke the silence.
Are you armed!"
"Oh, no.
"Truthfully?"
You NAV lower your hands, she said, as if
satisfied; then go on ahead of me straight across
the field to the road. Turn to your left there.
Don't look back under any circumstances. L shall
head. If you attempt to escape or make any outcry
shall shoot. Do you believe me!
The reporter considered it for moment. I'm
firmly convinced of it, he said at last.
They stumbled to the road and there Hatch
turned as directed Walking along in the shadows
with the tread of small feet behind him he first con-
tempated dash for liberty; but that would mean
giving up the adventure, whatever it was He had no
fear for his personal safety as long as he obeyed
orders and he intended to do that implicitly. And
besides The Thinking Machine had his slender
finger in the pie somewhere: Hatch knew that and
knowing it was a of deep qualification
lust now he was taking things at face value,
hoping that with their arrival at whatever place
they were bound for he would be further enlightened
Once he thought he heard the woman sobblng,
and started to look back Then he remembered her
warning and thought better of it. Had he looked
back he would have seen her stumbling along, weep
ing, with the revolver dangling Imply at her slde
At last, mile or more farther on, they began to
arrive somewhere. A house sat back some distance
from the road
go in therel" commanded his captor.
He turned in at the gate, and five minutes later
stood in comfortably furnished room the ground
floor of small house dim light burning.
The woman turned it up. Then almost dehantly
she threw aside her veil and hat and stood before