Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-02

doubt he said, your claim upon Lord
Ellingham is a good one. but you must
remember that see you beholden to him
for everything. Your jewels and your
dresses. your house and your carriage.
all come to you from him. What right
has ne to give you these things?"
II cannot tell you she answered
He turned toward her. His hand rested
for a moment upon hers. Christine,
he said. '-supposing that there were
man in my place who was fond of you?
Supposing he knew only what l know
"Well?' she asked. returning his gaze
would want to know a little more?
Il cannot tell" she answered. Men
are SO strange. l know little of them. l
imagine that any one who cared for me
would trust me-.
HE might do that Christine he con-
time when he would have to know these
things"
The man who cared for me- she said.
would have to wait until that time
would be better for him to go and seek
some one out Of the everyday world Of
everyday people"
There was a somewhat prolonged ST.
lence. Hannaway's face was clouded
After all he was a fool he told himself.
The. girl was too clever. She would tell
him nothing.
Il am answered. he said, slowly.
There is one thing more"
She sighed. You are not at all enter
tanning this morning she said.
II cannot help it, he answered. There
are some things which we must speak Of.
Look at me, Christine.
She turned her head as though sur
prised, either at his request or at his use
of her Christian name. Her delicately
marked eyebrows were slightly raised.
She drew little away from him.
Il want to ask you he said, Il must
ask you, whether in your heart you have
any secret thought. any shadow of an
idea as to who it was who entered your
rooms that night and killed Anatoile De-
yachec"
She sat still looking al him, rigid alike
in features and posture: but the color had
left her cheeks and startled anger
Smoldered in her eyes.
You think, you believe she said, in a
! moment or two, that 1 had something to
do with that?''
Not for one moment he exclaimed.
hastily. DO not misunderstood me. Only
that man died by tire hand Of some one
who knew his mission. You must have
thought of it. You know more than l
know about the coming Of this man. 1t
is only reasonable to suppose that YOU
may have some idea as to who it was
that killed him..
She rose to her feet. He would have
, detained her. but she brushed him to one
side.
Il do not wish to talk to you any
longer she said, little sadly. Il
thought you were my friend. I believe
now that you are just making use of me
to try to find out things. They thought
that night. you remember, that YOU were
a. detective. and the thought nearly cost
you your life. Perhaps they We're right.
/ cannot tell. Only I know that l am
tired of your questions. always questions.
l am going away. l do not wish TO see
| you again."
He caught at her wrist. Christine.
he said. don't you understand? II l
seem inquisitiye or curious it is only be-
cause everything about you interests me.
| Christine, it is because
| She had sprang away from him with
the swift grace of some beautiful young
flying along the path. Pursuit would
| only have been ridiculous. He stood
looking after her until she was out OF
sight Not once did she turn round. He
| saw her cali hanson and drive on.
Then he turned and crossed the park by
another route toward his rooms.
| It was 10 o'clock that night when Am
| brose crawled homeward across the
| bridge and down the narrow street. Pen
MES had come but seldom There were
| few who cared to hear the wheeZy tunes
of his wretched instrument. His feet and
back ached. He was faint and nauseated
i with hunger. He wheeled his little bar
row into the entry and came slowly
along toward the door u Ais dDoue. =
figure doomed up from the shadows and
accosted him. He started back. and his
hand darted like lightning to the inne'
pocket of his coat.
"Who are your he asked. harshly
What do you Want?'
Not another crack on the head, my
| friend Gilbert HannaWay said. grimly
Il want 10 talk with you.
I Ambrose peered into his face. Its
! you. is it,, he exclaimed. Yen want 10
| talk with me, ell? Well, ! have nothing
| to say. l am dumb.