The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-08-31

 5A WOMAN'S {
 {. ENCHANTMENT} 3 ( By William Le Queux Z
 ! Copyright, 1909, by ( William Le Queux
Copyright, 1909, by William Le Queux


 To go the whole way into the city would I saw. be too dangerous. My intention was for Granny to escape to the country somewhere north of Lon don. but to be seen at any terminus would be a grave peril for undoubted- ly all the terminal station were now closely watched.
 I decided. therefore. to alight at Loughborough Junction. which is a lit tie south of Camberwell. and we walk ed outside the station. It was now getting late. and there was no cab to be seen.
 What are we to do now?" asked Granny. who had placed himself en- tireIy in my hands.
 Well. I hardly know" I admitted. when suddenly an empty taxicab ran beneath the bridge in our direction.
 In a moment I halted it. My desti- nation was decided. and I told the man to drive to the Dover street sta- tion of the Piccadilly and Brompton tube.
 'I thought you were not going to enter London" Granny remarked. as he seated himself at my side.
 Remain in patience and sec" urged. Then I put to him some ques- tions concerning the man Winch. and for what reason he was here to identi- fly him. and at the same time had Eiv- en him warning to escape.
 He did not. however, satisfy my curiosity.
 .rBut is he really your friend?" l asked. still somehow suspicious of the o<f da
 "Yes. Phil." was his prompt reply. as we whirled along the Camberwell road toward the Elephant. He's a treat him >as such"
 May he know your hiding place. If he desires?"
 NO: nobody had better know. I must lie quite low in some out-of-the- world hole till it's safe to get across the channel again."
 lonsed to get from him the actual truth of what had occurred. Was he really guilty of that extraordinary as- sassisnation of the foreign woman that was now puzzlinR the doctors? And if so. what was the motive?
 She was certainly not the woman he hated-the beauty of Bucharest, Lydia Popescu.
 Arrived at Dover street station we alighted and took two tickets for Fins bury Park Fortunately. we caught the last train. and arrived at our destination. entered the Great North ern booking office-now dimly ht-and stucied the main line timetables.
 1t would have been dangerous for Granny to have started from the ter minus at Kings Cross. therefore. de- cided upon Finsbury Park as a point where he might join a train going north.
 The last train had left long ago. The first next morning was at 5:10, with it's first stop at Petersborough and connections sll over the system north of that place. therefore there was nothing to do but spend the in terveninx four hours in wandering about the streets of northern London
 In this there was still danger. for we might easily attract the notice of some too inauisitive constabaes. who. even though he did not arrest Gran ny. might we'll give information at his station as to the direction in which he was heading. That the police were active in their search had been shown by that nights exciting events. there fore it behooved lus to exercise the greatest care.
 He urged me to get back and leave him to his own fate. but this I refused. intended to bear him company through the night hours and see him safely out of London
 An expert in ''uuick change" as be- came such a character as he. the warning telegram had caused him to expend his last sovereign upon a readymade suit and another hat. in hasty attempt at disguise He had bought them at a Jew clothier's in Penge that afternoon. he told me. and made humorous remarks regarding the sack-like cut of the slop-tailor.
 We went up Fonthill road. through Toilington Park. and up Highgate Hill to Hampstead Heath. where we sat down. smoked and managed to while away the dark hours until the first flush of dawn showed eastward over London.
 AS the rosy light spread. and the fresh air of morning greeted our nos trilE. my friend seemed to become mofe gloomy and Respondent. He had OCcI Sp0dAIIifS VI tlillAS OCi tie-dilo VI Myra.. He had not written to her. he said. How could he?
 A long silence fell between us.
 At last he exclaimed
 '.I wonder. Phil. now that I'm going into hiding. whether you'd do me a favor?"
 "A favor? Why. of courser' I re- piled. What is it?"
 ''Well. want you to go up to York shire and see Myra. You know the Stapletons? You've only got to say you're coming. and you will be well come"
 And what am I to do when I'm there?" I asked expressing my readi- ness to go.
 Two things" he replied. deeply in earnest.
 First. make believe that I've gone abroad again on a secret mission: and. secondly-'
 And he paused. as though hesitating