The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-10-17
By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART.

the nature Of the conversation YOU had
with him the night he was attacked
and carried OFF,
ATTACKED, Carried off, he said
with pretended surprise. Really, Miss
Inues, don Z you think YOU exaggerated
! understand il is not the first time
Mr.. Innes has-disappcarcd -
"You are quibbling. doctor. This
| is n matter of life and death. Will you
answer my question:
Certainly. He sal1 his nerves were
bad. and | gave him n prescription for
| them. ! am violating professional eth
| les when | tell you even as much as
| that
/ could not tell him he lied ! think
looked it. But ! hazarded ran
dom shot,
81 thought perhaps" I said, watch.
ing him narrowly. that il might be
| about-Nna Carrington.'
For "A moment | thought he was go
small crooked blood vessel in his tenn
pie swellcd and throbbed curiously.
Then he forced n short laugh.
"Who is Nina Carrington?' he
asked.
- am about to discover that
replied. and he was quiet at once. IL
was not difficult to divine that he
feared Nina Darlington a good deal
more than he did the devil Our leave
taking was brief; in fact, we merely
stared at each other over the waiting
room table, with it's litter Of ycar-old
magazines Then l turned and went
out
"To Richfield.' - ! told Warner. and
on the way [ thought, and thought
hard.
"Nina Darlington, Nina Darlington,
II ,Nle ,aH
to sing tho words Nina Darlington,
y. CO And | then knew, knew as
surely as if | had seen the whole thing.
There had been an y. G. on the suit
case belonging 10 the woman with the
pitted face How simple II all seemed
Matte Bliss had been Nina Caring
ton. 1t was she Warner had heard in
the library. II was something she had
told Hasey that had taken him frantic.
ally 10 Doctor Walker office, and
from there perhaps 10 his death, IT
we could find the woman, we might find
what had become Of Ualsey.
We were almost at Richfield now,
so | kept on Ny mind was not on
my errand there now. It was back
With Ualsey on that memorable night.
What was it he had said TO Louise,
that had sent her up TO Sunnysidc, half
wild with fear for him. ] made up
Tate cottage, that / would sec Louise
if / had 20 break into the house at
night.
Almost exactly thc same scene as be.
fore greeted my eyes at the cottage,
Mrs. Tate, the baby.carriage in the
path, the children at the swing-all
were the same,
She came forward 10 meet me, and
| noticed that some of the anxious lines
H,I nf
young, almost pretty.
"I am glad YOU have come back: y
she said. II think ! will have to be
honest and give sou back your money
''Wby?H / asked. "Has the mother
comet"
"'No, but some one came and paid
the bov 5 board for month. She talk
ed To him for long time, but when |
asked him afterward he did not know
her name.
"a young womanE 49,
- Not very young. About forty, |
suppose. She was small and fair haired,
Just little bit gray, and very sad.
She was deep in mourning, and. ] think,
when she came, she expected TO 60 nj
once. But the child. Lucien, interested
her. She talked TO him for long time,
and, indeed, she looked much happier
when she left.
"You are sure this was not the real
mothers?
% mercy. no, Why. she didn't
know which of the three was Lucicn.
/ thought perhaps she was n friend of
yours, but, of course. ] didu I ask.
"She was not-pock marked? - |
asked at a venture.
tNo. indeed \ skin like babv's.
But perhaps YOU will know the initials.
She gave Lucien n handkerchief and
forgot il. 1t was very fine, black
bordercd, and IT had three hand worked
letters in the corner-F. B. A.
"No,' I said with truth enough,
''she is not a friend Of mine. I. =,
A. was Fanny Armstrong. without
doubt,
With another warning TO Mrs. Tate
as TO silence. we started back to Sunny.
side So Fanny Armstrong knew of