The newspaper., 1909-02-05

But he waited in vain for repetition
that he had been mistaken; it had
been an echo from his dreams. most
likely. Besides who should cal, MIN
mp? Not two people knew tina. he
was in town; not even O'Hagan was
aware that he had returned to his
rooms that morning.
Ee saped again. stretching wide his
| arms. sat up on the edge of the bed.
| and heard the clock strike IL.
Noon and He had an en-
gagement at two, He frightened at
the memory and, jumping up, pressed
an electric call button on the wall BY
the time he had padded barefoot to the
bathroom and turned on the cold-wa-
ter tap, O'Hagan's knock summoned
| him to the hall door.
Back again. O'Hagan: and in a
desperate rush. I'll want you to shave
ME and send some kilograms. please.
Must be off by 1870. You may get out
my gray-striped fiannels"-here he
paused, calculating his costume with
careful observation-disclosures a black
striped negligee shirt; gray socks;
russet low shoes; black and white
cleck tie-broad wings. You know
where TO find them all?"
Shure yiss, sor."
O'Hagan showed no evidence of sur
prise; the eccentricities of Mr.. Matt
land could not move him. who was in
ured to them through long association
and observation He moved away to
execute his Instructions. quietly ef-
fioient BY the time Maitland had
finished splashing and gasping in the
bathtub everything was ready for the
ceremony OF dressing.
In other words. 20 minutes later
Maitland. bathed. shaved. but still in
dressing gown and slippers. was seated
at his desk. cup of black coffee
steaming at his elbow. a number of
yellow telegraph blanks before him. a
pen poised between his fingers.
1t was in his mind to send wire
to Cressy. apologizing for his deser-
ton OF the night just gone. and an
nouncing his intentlon to reioin the
party from which the motor trip to
New York had been as planned but
temporary detection. in time for din
ner that same evening. He nibbled
the end of the penholder. selecting
phrases. then looked up at the at
tentive O'Hagan.
Bring me New Haven time table.
please" he began. and"
The door bell abrupted his words.
clamoring shrilly.
What the deuce?" he demanded.
WHO can that be? Answer it. will
you. O'Hagan?'
He put down the pen. swallowed his
coffee. and lit cigarette. listening to
the murmurs at the hall door. An in
slant later, O'Hagan returned. bearing
a slip OF white pasteboard which he de-
posted on the desk before Maitland.
James Burleson Snaith.'" Malt
land read aloud from the faultlessly
engraved card. Il don't know him.
What does he want?"
Wouldn't say. sor: seemed sur
prised whin | towld him ye were in.
an said he was glad to hear it-busi-
ness pressin'. gays he"
"'Snaith?' But | never heard the
name before What does he look like?"
"A gintleman. sor. be tn clothes av
him an tn way he talks
well Devil take the man!
Show him in"
Very good. sor."
Maitland swung around in his desk
chair. his back to the window. express
sion politely curious. as his caller en-
tered the room. pausing. hat in hand.
Just across the threshold.
He proved to be a man apparently
% middle age. of height approximating
Maitland's: his shoulders were slightly
rounded as If from habitual bending
over a dask. his pose mild and defer
entail BY his eyeglasses and peering
look. he was near-sighted: by his
dress. gentleman OF taste and judg-
ment as well as OF means to crafty
both. A certain jaunty and summery
touch in his attire suggested a person
OF leisure who had Just run down from
his country place for a day in town.
His voice, when he spoke. did moth
ing to dispel the Illusion.
Mr. Maitland?" he opened the con-
vcrsation briskly. Il trust l do not
intrude? / shall be brief as possible.
II you will favor me with a private in
terview."
Maitland remarked a voice well mod
ulated and good choice of words. He
rose courteously.
Il should be pleased to do So" he
suggested, 'if you could advance any