The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1910-09-16

asking you to return to London?"
Exactly. She-wanted to see me-"
"AboutT" John Steele's eyes asked
n question. The other nodded. "Of
course. Not difficult to understand.
Her desire to hush up the affair. Her
fear" with a short laugh, "lest the
scandal become known. A guest at
Strathorn House had BEEN
II don't think it was for
"You found out" shortly, that she,
too, had learned-knew"-
Eyes; shasMade me aware Of that at
once when ~ came to see me with
Sir Charles. l. vas she sen your lug
gage
"Sir Charles? Then he ALSO
"NO. You-yOu need feel no appre-
hension on that score" A peculiar
expression came into the others glance.
you see, his niece told him it was not
her secret; asked him to help her, to
trust her. Never was a man more
perplexed, but he kept the word he
gave her on leaving for London and
forbore to question her. Even when
they drove through London in that
fog
Yes, yes. l know
"You? How
John Steele seemed not to hear. "She
saw you that night?"
"She did, alone in the garden of
Rosemary Villa. Sir Charles behaved
splendidly. All right. my dear. Some
day you'll tell me. perhaps he said to
her. Meanwhile I'll possess n.y. soul
in patience So while he smoked in
the cab we talked it over"
"Well?" John Steele said shortly.
"And the upshot of it all was"-
"She suggested my going to Lord
Ronsdale."
"To invoke his assistance, %perhaps!"
Steele once more laughed. GAS an old
friend!' Captain Forsythe started to
speak. The other went on "Well.
We'll keep his secret as long as he
keeps his compact"
"But'-
81 promised. What does it matter?
Sir Charles may be disappointed at not
being able to bring about But for
her sake-that is the main considera-
tion."
"And you, the question of your inno-
cence-to her." Forsythe looked at
him narrowly, smiled slightly to him
self.
"Is-inconsequential! The main point
is-the Frisco Pet is dead. Gillett
won't speak. You won't. Lord Rons-
6O10 n0ntf An0thov e. ~rk~r~ -,
about to tell the story will. / am sure,
be equally silent"
"Another?"
John Steele smiled. "Can you think
Of no n to whom l am bound to tell
the truth, the whole truth? Who ex-
tended me his hand in friendship. in.
vited me to his home? OF course it
would be easier to go without speak
ing. 1t is rather difficult to own that
one has accepted a mans hospitality,
stepped beneath his roof and sat at his
board as-not to mince words-an i'm
poster. I could have delegated you
to tell him all. but that wouldn't do.
1t is probably a part of the old. old
debt, but l must meet him face to face.
so ! nave sent for
4 bell rang. A servant opened the
door of the library. Sir Charles Wray
walked in.
Below. in the cab. Jocelyn waited.
Her pale face expressed restlessness.
She held in her hand a bit of crumpled
paper. 1t was John Steele's note to
Sir Charles asking him to call, stat
ing nothing beyond a mere perfume
tory request to that end. giving no
reason for his wish to see him.
Can you drop in at my chambers
for a few minutes?" John Steele had
written. "A few minutes" The blue
eyes shone with impotence. He was
leaving London, Captain Forsythe had
Informed her, and. she concluded, he
wanted to see her uncle before he left.
But not her; no. She had driven
there, however, with Sir Charles on
some light pretext-for want Of some
thing better to do-to be out in the
air
"Tll wait here in the cab" she had
said to her uncle when he had left it
before John Steele's dwelling. AT
least" meeting the puzzled gaze that
had rested on her more than once
lately. Il may or may not wait. If l
get tired. if when you come back you
don't find me-, just conclude" capri
ciously, II have gone on some little
errand of my own-shopping, perhaps"
She recalled these words now, found
it intolerable to sit still. Abruptly she
rose and stepped from the cab.
She half started to move away,
looked toward the house. Brass plates
%variously disposed around the en-
trance and appearing nearly all alike
MS to form and size stared at her.
One metal sign a shock headed lad
was removing-"John Steele" She
read the plain. modest letters, the in
scription "Barrister" beneath. She
caught her breath slightly.
"Uncle is certainly very long" she
repeated mechanically.
"Why don't you go in and see wot's