Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-11


guise himself little, enough SO that the Count
| won recognize him.
Il shall be there" said Naeska.
| Il promise a comedy said Astro. BY
the by it may interest you to know that | have
rented a room at No. s73 Eighth ave-
"Indeed?" said Valeska, raising her brows.
| 81 imagine from your tone that I'm not to ask
you any questions; but | would like to know
| If you are through with McGraw
| mo. indeed McGraw is to figure as the
Deus e1 mdChtno; also he is to earn two thou
| sand dollars. One he will collect from me. and
one from Mrs. Landor, who will be very glad
| to pay, imagine if he acts strictly cdthedrd.
In other words, it is not particularly to Mrs.
Landors interest for the public to know that
she has sold her jewels and paste
Il begin dimly to comprehend now, Valeska
mused. You will emulate the Mikado of
Japan and let the punishment fit the crime
Astro replied, my dear. in the mutual in
| teraction of telepathc vibrations, one neutral
ICES the other. Two loud sounds can be made
to produce silence. Selah Tara ak khdlddh
n,dha tara. abracadabya. mdhd tara"
| Boom de-ay'" Valeska added gaily.
| Precisely. And. speaking of nonsense,
didn't ask you to get me pair of white duck
trousers and a yellow striped blazer and an
old woman's wig and green umbrella and
fully at his fingernais.
| No you didn't" she replied briskly; nor
a bottle of soothing syrup nor a tombstone
| Nevertheless. you will do this tomorrow
morning and have them sent to No. 573
Eighth-ave."
Il agree. if you'll only let add some rub
Der boots"
We'll as special favor. yes. Now run
| along and Ill get to work. Oh, Tim was
arrested to-day. on suspicion of having stolen
the Landor jewels. Too bad isn't it?
He sat down, thereupon, to write letter as
follows
peyicoIo. Ineontrdtemf mdrtedi meszdmotte
nell entrdtnrd del No. S73 Ottawa Avenue
Ventto solo, T.
He showed it to Va1eska and translated as
follows
"Terrible mistake made You are in great
danger. Meet me Tuesday at midnight in the
doorway of No. 573 Eighth-ave. Come alone.
Roughly scrawled on brown paper, and put
into plain but dirty envelop. the note was
| con vinCng. Tim, at any rate, would not be
able to deny it for sometime. 1t not a
message that the Count D'Ampleri would dare
ignore.
THE Count D'Ampleri did not ignore it.
Smart and aristocratic in appearance.
though foreign looking with his Partisan silk
hat. his queer trousers, and his waxed and
pointed mustache. he was prompt at the
rendezvous. Valeska and John Wallingford
Shaw. drifting slowly down the block. noticed
him there waiting in the dusky doorway, look
ing impatiently up and down, smoking Gig
arctic. The Count seemed to be bit uneasy.
He lighted one cigarette after another.
The two spectators passed again, talking
absorbedly one to the other, but watching
guardedly as they passed. At the 37th-st.
corner they noticed standing his back
against lamp post A child would have
known him to be policeman in plain clothes.
His burly figure. his bull neck, the very cut of
his mustache. proved it individually. He gave
them a wink they passed him. They
| crossed to the other side of the avenue and
walked slowly. AS they reached the far end
of the block they suddenly stopped Vaeska
| began to giggle pointed, and excitedly watched
| the scene the street. Shaw seized her
arm and hurried her over the crossing and to
the front of the doorway. The little drama
was almost over. AS they stopped staring,
fantastic figure retreated. entered the door,
| and banged it behind him.
They were laughing at the Counts discom-
future as McCIraw came up. He took his cue
| like an actor, and walking up to the Count
grabbed him fercely by the
Now then he said harshly, what you
| a-doin here? What's that you got there?"
He pointed to black bag the Italian still
held in his hand.
Who are you, anyway" said the Count
angrily. "Vat beesnees of yours? Tell
| that"
IN show you'll" and McGraw threw back
his coat and displayed his badge. See here
now! What have you got in that bag at this