Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-04

bring them back to their owner. And
Anisty had followed.
Poor little woman, What had she not
suffered. what perils had she not braved.
10 prove that there was honor even III
thieves. 1t could have been at no fncon-
siderable danger-a danger not incom-
mensurate with that OF robbing tigress
of her whelps-that she had managed TO
hlcl his loot from that pertinaclous ana
Vindictive soul. Anisty,
But she had accomplished 1t. and all
for him.
If only he could find her now,
There was A clue to his hand IN ina,
| bag. Of course but by this act she had
for ever removed from him the right 10
investigate that.
If he could only find that cabby
Perhaps II he tried at the Madison
Square rank immed ately. -"
Besides it was clearly his duty not to
remain in the fiat alone with the jewels
another night. There was but one at
| tainable place of safety for them. ana
that the safe of a reputable hotel He
merely pausing on his way to inquire OF
the cabmen if they could send their
brother nighthaw to him.
Maitland shook himself into his top
coat. jammed hat upon head. dropped the
jewels into one pocket. the cigarette case
into another and-on tmpulse-Anlsty
revolver. with it's two unexploded cart
ridges. into third and pressed the call
button for OHagan. not waiting. how
ever. for that worthy TO climb the stairs,
but meeting him in the entry hall.
I'm going back to the Bartholdi.
O'Hagan. for the night. You may bring
me my letters and any messages In the
morning. I should like you to sleep In
the fiat tonight and answer any telephone
calls
"Yiss. Mither Maitland. sor.'
Have the police gone. O'Hagan?"
There's whole bottle full yet. sor.'
ly>Pv fyv frryc
The Irishman shuff1ed. 'Shure. scr, an
wud that be hosphitibie?"
Laughing. Maitland bid him good night
and left the house, turning west to gain
9Th avenue. walking slowly because he
was a little tired. and enjoying the rather
unusual experience of being abroad at
that hour without company. The sky
seemed cleaner than ordinarily. the city
| auieter than ever he had known 1t. and In
the air was a sweet smell. reminiscent OF
the country side reminding one I'M
happily of the previous night. when one
had gone whistling to ones destiny along
a perfumed country road.
Good 'eavings. Mister Maitland. sir! II
carn't be you.'
| Maitland looked up. bewildered for the
| instant. The voice that hailed him out
of the sky was not unfamiliar.
A cab that he had waited on the cor
| The driver leaned down from the box
and in a thunderstruck tone advertised
| his stupefaction.
1T aren't in nature. sir-if yer'll pardon
my mentionin' ii. Bue ere ] leaves you
not ten minutes ago at the st. Luke
building. and finds yer ere, when you
| 'aven't 'ad time
/ Maitland woke up. Whats that?" he
questioned. sharply. You left me where
! ten minutes"
est. Luke buildin', corner Broadway
| am
| II know it," excited. but.
"-'avin' took yer there with the young
| LADY"
Young LADY,
| that comes; outer the ouse with
| yer. sir"
"Tke dewitt: Maitland hesitated no
| longer-his foot was on the step as he
spoke. Drive me there at once. and
drive for all you're, WORTH he cried. If
there's an ounce of speed In that plug OF
yours and you don't get it out
Never fear. sir! Wen make it in five
minutes
It'll be worth your while
| "Right-O!
Maitland dropped into his seat. dumb
founded. Good Lord!' he whispered
and then savagely: In the power OF
that infamous scoundrel-!' And felt
OF the revolver in his pocket.
l. (To. be continued tomorrowo