Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-06
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it. Lost my hat too; it blew off - l answered over
my shoulder as | ran up the stairs. Lightly clad
though he was Jenkins seemed inclined to stay Cos
siping there till further ORDERS
WHEN got into my fiat and switched on the
:" lights. found still held, crumpled up in nv
hand the bit of geranium | had picked up the
river steps, But for that evidence might have per-
suaded myself that had imagined the whole thing.
l dropped the crushed petals into the waste paper
basket and as l hastily changed from my wet
clothes into pajamas. mentally rehearsed the scene
over and over again. Could have been misled by a
chance resemblance Impossible! Anne was not
merely beautiful girl, but strikingly distinctive
personality had recognized her figure her gait, asI
would have recognized them among thousand; that
fleeing glimpse of her face had merely confirmed the
recognition. As for her presence in Westminster at
a time when she should have been at Mrs. Dennis
Sutherland house in Kensington, at home with
the Cayeys in Chelsea that could be easily accounted
for the presumption that she had not stayed long
at Mrs. Sutherland's. Had the Cayleys already dis
covered her flight? Probably not Was Cassavetti
cognizant of it, concerned with it in any way, and
the incident of the open door that had per-
picked Jenkins another link in the mysterious chan
At any rate Cassavettl was not the man dressed as
sailor, though he might have been the man in the
boat.
The more brooded it, the more bewildered
distracted my brain became l tried to dismiss the
problem from my mind to give it up in fact and.
sleep out of the question: to occupy myself
with preparations for the packing that must be
done to-morrow-no, to-day, for the dawn had come
if l was to start for Russia on Monday morning.
But it / could not concentrate my
mind on anything also, though I'm abstemious
man rule, l guess put away a considerable
quantity of whisky Anyhow, I've no recollection of
going to bed: but woke with splitting headache
and thirst wouldn't take five dollars for, and the
first things / whisky bottle and soda
syphon, both empty, the dressing table.
AS lay blinking at those silent witnesses-the
4 bottle had been nearly full overnight-and try
ing to remember what had happened, there came
knock at my bedroom door, and Mrs. Jenkins
in with my breakfast tray.
She was austere dame, and the glance she cast
at that empty whisky bottle was more significant
and accusatory than any words could have been,
your shaving water; but you didn't hear. It's cold
now; but III put fresh outside Directly.
/ mumbled meek thanks, and when she retreated
poured out some tea. l guessed there eggs and
bacon, the alpha and omega of British ideas of
breakfast, under the dish but did not lift it.
NV Soul-and my Stomach-reVOlted at the very
thought of such fare.
had scarcely slipped my tea when l heard the
telephone bell ring in the adjoining room. | scram-
bed up and at the door when Mrs. Jenkins
nounced severely The telephone, Mr.. Wynn" and
retreated to the landing.
is that Mr. Wynn" responded soft, rich femi-
nine voice that set my pulses tnglng. oh, it is you,
Maurice. I'm glad! We rang you up from Chel-
sea; but could get answer. You won't know
who it is speaking. 1t is l, Anne Pendennis!'.
CHAPTER vi.
Murder Most Foul"
TN speaking from charng Cross station; can you
ter from my father. He's i'll, and | must go to him
at m starting now nine clock.
| glanced at the clock, which showed a quarter to
nine III be with you in five minutes darling"
responded, throwing in the last word with immense
audacity. "A az reUoir. I'll have to hustle!