Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-01-21
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 Copyright, W. Chambers.

Agatha Is gong n the motor with me. Is it anything important"
 She considered him without replying. She lad never before detected that manner, that hardness in voice al- ways so ever in quality. ...
 "What is it?' be repesteda
 She thought moment, ptNr.ng assds for the time his manner, which She could not comprehend. Then:
 T wanted to ask you questiop-a rather ignorant ore perhaps. It's about your AmAlgSmated Electric company. May I ask it. Howard?'
 After a seconds stare, Certainly" he said.
 'ISs oaiy this: If the other people -ehc 1ntercounty, mean--are eloWiy ruintlg Amalgamated, why don't ycu stop it3'
 Quarrier's eyes narrowed. 'NOh! And who have you been discussing ine mat ter with"
 "Mr. Plank" she said simply. II asked him. He shook his head and said I'd better ask you. And I do ask you"
 For a moment he stood mute. Then his lips began to shrink back over his beautiful teeth in one of his rare laughs.
 'I'll be very glad to explain it some Hay" he said, but there was no mirth sn his voice or eyes, only the snicker- Ax~r~ liy>
 'SWill you not answer now?" she asked.
 "No, not now. But I desire you to understand it some day-some day be- fore November And one or two other matters that it is necessary for you to understand. I want to explain them, Sylvia, in such a manner that you will never be likely to forget them. And mean to. For they are never out of my mind and I wish them to be ss in- tfraceably impressed on yours. Good night"
 He took her limp hand almost brisk Iy, released it and stepped down the btairs as Agatha entered, eloaked, to ezy good night.
 They kissed at parting-''life en- bracing death" as Mortimer had sneered on a similar occasion. Then Sylvia, alone, stood in her bedroom, bands linked behind her, her lovely head bent, groping with the very Bhosts of thought which eluded her, hectnS, vanishing, reappearing, to peep but at her only to fade into nothing Ire she could follow where they fitted through the dark labyrinths of mem ev.
 TbS major, craning his neck in the bay window, saw Agatha and Quar- ricr enter the big yellow motor and disappear behind the limousine. And It worried him horribly, because he knew perfectly well that Quarter had lied to him about a jeweled collar ptecisely like the collar worn by Agatha Caithness, and what to do or say to anybody on the subject was for tho first time in his life utterly be- yond his garrulous ability.
 Another matter. He had violated his WOiu anu udu ptch CduSul at II bl LIS prospective nephew-in-law-broken his pledged word not to sell his Amalga- mated Electric holdings. and had done It. Yet how could Plank dominate un- less another also had done what he had done? And it made him a little more comfortable to know he was sharing the fault with somebody probably with Siward, whom he now had the luxury of despising for the very thing he himself had done.
 "Drunkard" he muttered to himself ~He's in the gutter at lastt' And he repeated 1t unctuously, al- post reconciled to his own shortcom- bg, because it was the first time. as hr as he knew. that a Belwether