Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-08-15

through intention or ignorance. It's not informa-
ton of occasional fiers in the market getting
in advance that worries There plenty of
WAYS of handling them without Miss Marshall know
ing anything about them but all the correspondence
in reference to larger operations. all plans
and arrangements involving the heavy interests in
which cooperating with others, pass through
her hands. We must have some one in that room
who IS secret proof.
Sure thing assented the Junior partner. Il
have four days. I'm going to ask YOU to let me
dictate the letters to-day. chief or rather, let me
really to 60 | still remember enough of my
stenography to make some sort of stab at the work
and do them later in the day in my office. III
have machine sent in. | have plan
All right, John But III write out my own let
tiers in longhand; there very few" responded
Loring. This week is Yours. Better have Miss
Marshall take Your mail here III go out and YOU
tell her I've been called away. I'm afraid Your
sympathy has got the better of Your Judgment
the senior e,e bare aor dnt9a
said as he dismissed the girl The day is sitting,
and we'll both get more air, Then he seated him
self at the big desk where he could watch the girls
nimble fingers playing over the keys, and smoked
nnumerable cigarettes lulled into half doze by the
staccato click of the typewriter in the little office
SUDDENLY he sat up, listening intently. Could
~ he be mistaken, No, there the sound of
other typewriter somewhere. 1t not in the
office. If Miss Marshall would stop for a moment.
She had stopped; but the other machine had stopped
also. An echo probably, he reflected No. she had
started again, and had the other typewriter. 1t
eral times
He took handful of envelops from the desk and
crossed the ROOM dropping them as if by accident,
near the door of Miss Marshall's room. As he
stopped to pick them up, he glanced up at the window
of the room above his own. Yes, it was as he had
thought, there was some one there, man, seated
at typewriter! He picked the envelops up one BY
one order to proong his investigation He
ticed that when Miss Marshall stopped writing the
the shaft stopped too and that the instant
she began again did her mysterious echo He could
not the mans face, which was hidden by the
lower sash of the half-open window at which he sat.
Carleton stood up and remained moment in
thought. The telephone Lorng's desk rang
sharply. He spilled his handful of envelops the
floor again and dropped to his knees.
"Oh, Miss Marshall, he said, he began to
gather up the scattered jetsam will YOU please
swer the phone: I'm busy" The girl met his glance
of humorous annoyance with amused smile she
hurried past him on her to take the call Carrie
ton continued to look up, feeling for the envelops
with his fingers his eyes fastened on the window OPP
posite and above. The man had ceased to write.
His machine silent. Then Carleton caught
glimpse of pale, Ratchet shaped face looking out
from beneath the SASH and with difficulty repressed
startled exclamation; The face disappeared as Miss
Marshall returned to her room Carleton had lust
picked up the last envelop.
1T was Mr.. Shelton, asking for an appointment
with Mr.. Loring tomorrow, she explained as she
resumed her seat at the typewriter. Il made
memorandum of it, and said that Mr.. Loring would
telephone him in the morning
I'm. This is getting interesting" Carleton NUT
tered to himself, he threw the rumpled envelops
into the waste paper basket and lighted another
cigarette. He the senior partner desk, swing
ing his legs, smoking and thinking while he waited
for Miss Marshall to finish her work His thoughts
were more of his first venture IN criminal investi
cation, when he Junior in college, than of his
present problem.
You can go home now and call it days work."
he said laughngly, jumping down from his perch,
the stenographer entered with the letters. Mr..
Lorng will not return and shall not have anything
more for YOU to do You need not wait he added
as she stood by the desk. I've got to; SO III slip
the letters in the envelops when I've looked them
over and signed them, and one of the boys mail
them"