The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1907-12-31
CHAPTER VIII.
Continued.

"You must!" impressively. II am
Drawer than / used to be.
''At least hold my arm till we ind
cab,' said Glynn
Soon, too soon, they found cab.
You will be true to your word?"
he said, pressing her hand as he gave
her his card
II will" she whispered. Perhaps
It may prove fortunate that | have
met you"
God grant it,, he returned; then
drawing back, said aloud, for the
benefit of the driver: you will let
me know if you arrive all right"
and waited till the man had assembled
the box, when he asked and obtained
thing to have and to hold. Elsie drew
up the window and leaned back well
out of sight. The cab rolled away
into the darkness, and Glynn was
left standing alone.
She was evidently under the infiu-
ence of some strong will, the pressure
of some great necessity. Would she
be true to her promise? Yes, thou
sand times yes! With the sight of
her fair, sad face, the sound of her
tremulous voice, all his faith in her
returned.
The next day he had VISIT in his
private room from Deering, VINO was
at the Office on business.
He watched Deering keenly as he
spoke. and came to the conclusion
that he had no suspicion that Elsie
was so near.
II don't suppose we shall ever get
to the bottom of the affair Due de
L'Eyeque,' as the French detectives
call it, till the law has got its grip
on that scoundrel Lambert"
II think he is more an adventurer
than scoundrel," said Glynn, coldly;
land l confess l see no reason for
supposing he is in the secret of his
daughters disappearance; but per-
haps you know more than / do"
Deering looked at him with a
quick, keen glance-a glance of dis
like and distrust "On the contrary,
you were the intimate friend, the
favored guest of Lambert, and of his
charming daughter, of whom sus-
pect he made profitable invest
ment"
1T is blasphemy to say So" ex-
claimed Glynn, Indignantly. Lam
bert may have a queer history, but no
irreproachable member of the best
society could be better guardian OF
his daughter than he was!"
Deering elevated his eyebrows con-
temptuously. you are remarkably
loyal" he said. Well, good morn
ing"
Thursday passed and no letter;
well, there were twenty-four hours
yet to spare. Glynn dined that day
with Lady Gethin.
Il haven't seen you for an age,
Hugh" she said. "You are looking
better, as if some life was waking up
within you. Have you found any
trace of the lost one?''
II am too uncertain to talk about
it--wait for few days
"Ah! then you have" cried her
ladySnlp, trlumphantly.
Il will confess nothing, and discuss
nothing with you, Lady Gcthin,' he
returned, laughing, and pulling his
long, dark mustaches. II know the
power of your fascination sufficiently
to be aware that if / once began there
is not corner of my mind l would
not turn inside out for your inspec-
ton
well, for heavens sake, do moth
ing foolish when she does appear,
for you will find her, If she is above
ground"
Friday, and no letter.
Then he called himself a dwelling
fool, weak-minded idiot. Why had
he allowed the tears and terror of
that unhappy girl to delude him? He
ought to have Kept her in his grasp
once he had found her. But he had
been so sure of her keeping faith
Now his very faith was shaken. What
might not be revealed if Elsie had de-
ceived him?
Next morning he rose, fevered by
want of sleep, and eager to begin his
search. He was dressed before the
s o'clock post came in, and was al
ready writing, when several letters
were brought him, one directed in a
stiff, careful. unknown hand, bearing
the postmarR of Chaplain" He tore
it open and read: Come on Satur-
day at 2. 80 Garston Terrace, Tow
ers Road, Islington." These lines
were unsigned, and might be meant
for anyone, as there was no address,
yet Glynn never doubted that the
lines were meant for him, and were
written by Elsie Lambert, At 2
O'Clock! How near and yet how far!
little over six hours. How should he
get through them?
At last it was time to go citywards.
First, however, he drove to behring's
house and ascertained that he had
gone out of town.
After a vain attempt to eat, he
took the train to Kings Cross, and
then hailed cab, desiring the driver
to put him down in Towers Road.
This proved a long, dusty thorough
face. Nor did he find Garston Ter
race till after many inquiries and
walking some distance. 1t was lit
tie, crooked lane, where some ex-
ceedingly new houses looked over
field and few trees. The door was
opened by fresh colored, countrified
looking old woman, in beautifully
white cap. Glynn was utterly at a