The Red Cloud chief., 1907-08-02
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- "AN 'liANNNl dAlNl llN tuluIpSS-
detected. | suppose you are a magis-
trate. Don't you think you ought TO
Tlctain us?"
"What can I do to help your" he
asked simply.
She looked at him eagerly. There
were mud spots all UP her gown, even
upon her face. Her hair was wildly
d~isordered. She carried her hat in her
hand.
you mean IT." she cried.
"Iou know that l do"
She turned and looked up the road
along which they had come. There
was 10 soul in sight. She looked even
up at the long line of windows which
frowned down upon them from the
back to the hall. They, too, were
empty. She thrust a long envelope
suddenly into his hand.
Guard this for me- she whispered.
Don't let any one know that you have
it. Don't speak of it to any one. Keep
1t until | car send for it."
lie thrust it into his inner pocket and
buttoned his coat.
at is quite safe" he said simply.
Her eyes flashed her gratitude upon
him. For the first time he saw some.
thing in her face. heard 1t in her tone.
which made his heart beat. After all
she was human.
"You are very good to me-" she MUIR
INJURED. Believe me, I am not quite
so bad as / seem. Goodby."
He turned with her toward the car,
and she gave a low cry. He. too, start
ed. The car was a mile away, tearing
up a hill and almost out Of sight. In
the lane behind they could hear the
sound of galloping horses. He caught
her by the wrist, dragged her through
the gate and behind a great shrub on
the lawn.
"Stay there he exclaimed hoarsely.
Don't move. l will come back"
Half n dozen horsemen were coming
along the lane at steeplechase pace.
Lord Runton, on his wonderful black
horse, which no man before had ever
seen him gallop save across the softcst
of country, pulled up outside the gate.
EttH ~ IllotOl Ky w buIi'OIilbC' hV
called out.
Duncombe nodded.
Rather he answered. "Fielding
and Miss Fielding in it. Going like
mad!"
RuntOn waved his companions Oh
and leaned down to Duncombe.
"Beastly unpleasant thing happened,
Duncombe,' he said. "Fieldins and
his daughter have bolted. Fielding
seems to have half killed Il messenger
who came down from London to see
De Rothe and stolen some papers.
Fact of the matter Is he's not Fielding
at all, and as for the girl-Lord knows
who she is! Sorry for you, Duncombe.
Hope you weren't very hard hit"
He gathered up his reins.
"We've sent kilograms everywhere"
De said, "but the beast has cut the tele-
phone, and De Rothe ~blasphemes If we
talk about the police. It's a queer
business"
He rode off. Duncombe returned
where the girl was standing. She was
clutching at the branches of the shrub
as though PROSTATE with fear, but at
his return she Strengthened herself
How much had she heard, he won
adered.
Don't move" he said.
She nodded.
"Can any one see me?" she asked.
"NOt from the road"
"From the houseT' -
"They could" he admitted, "but 1t II
the servants dinner hour. Don't yol
notice how quiet the house is"
yes
She was very white. She seemed I,
find some difficulty in speaking. There
was fear in her eyes.
1T would not be safe for you Il
leave here at present" he said. II an
going to take you into a little roo
leading out Of my study. No one eve
goes in it. You will be safe there for
time"
IF l could sit down-for a littl'
while.'
He, took her arm and led her unre
sistingly toward the house. The Ii
brary window was closed, but he open
ed it easily ana helped her through
At the farther end of the room was III
inner door, which he threw open.
This Is a room which 10 n eXcep
myself ever enters" he said. 81 use,
TO do n little painting here sometimes
Sit down, please, in that easy chair
am going To get Won n glass of wine