The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-02-13

why should you wish to gather
any information at all?" asked the
girl With some sharpness
My dear young lady. this murder
interests me and ! wish TO learn
the truth. Naturally seek for IN.
formation
oh And you have come here
to question my aunt?"
NO. indeed. don't see what she
can tell me-"
She can tell you nothing" said
Miss Monk, with decision, my aunt
is II quite sane. as YOU can easily
see. She has a moderately good In.
come, yet prefers to live in that
miserable place which you"-she was
sarcastic hcrc--"callcd comfortable
Mr. Vance"
r wished to set Miss Destiny IN
2 good humor" said I uneasily.
Why"
She was so very direct that |
nearly came out with the truth. But
it was absurd. On the face OF it,
to confess a crazy love for one |
had known only half an hour; she
would take so sudden declaration
as an insult therefore held my
peace and fenced. Miss Destiny,
from what she said at Motley. seems
to know something about that glass
eye. which was stolen from Mrs. Cal.
dcrshaw's head when she was dead.
wish to learn all about It, so as
to discover why the eye was stolen
, and the woman murdered"
Then you did come here To ques.
tion my aunt. in spite of your de.
! nial"
Well. If I must confess II. came
to ask about the glass eye"
Miss Monk walked on in silence.
aud then again spoke abruptly. you
! should he honest with me, Mr.
! Vance"
II am honest
Pardon me-. you are no. since
/ you said that you did not see what
my aunt could tell YOU" And she
looked like an offended goddess.
This was brutally true: had
equivoCated. Il throw myself on
your mercy"
She turned a pair of surprised eyes
in my direction. why on mine?"
II appear to have offended YOU"
hesitated.
What does that matter? We are
strangers"
Il wish We We're not" said my
rash tongue. and Miss Monk stop.
ped.
81 really don't understand you,
Mr.. Vance. Why should II matter
to me whether We are strangers or
not?"
Your aunt's words when she in.
troduced me"
Miss Monk flushed and cut me
short. That is my aunt's nonsense,"
she said hastily. You don't expect
me to believe that you followed me
here because you admired my pho
tograph?"
That was exactly what ! had
done. but il did not do to tell her
so, tor she looked more like an
offended goddess than ever. Il came
here about the eye" was my eau
tious answer.
You think that true knowledge
of why Anne Caldershaw attached q
value to that eye would enable you
to trace her assassin"
Yes. do think so. Do YOU, Miss
Monk" | spoke with the cloak ir
my mind. DO you wish me to trace
her assassin"
why not?" She should certainly be-
captured and punished and the ey,
recovered especially as you seem tC
think 1t can indicate where the none,
left 10 me by Uncle ,iabriel is hid
den.
"she. She! She" positivel.
gasped.
"Of course" Again she looked sur
prised Il understand from the re
port in the papers that the woman
who ran off with your motor car Il
the assassin
1t was with some difficulty that
, commanded my voice, Miss Monk
thought, must be very sure tha
= she had hidden her trail success
, fully. else she would scarcely dar,
= to speak In this way. But. of course
, as remembered, she did not ye
, know that had found her cloak