Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-04

view he entered the office Another surprise
awaited him there.
| A woman bookkeeper, casting an apprais-
ing eye over his motoring garments, asked
instantly, Are you Mr.. Fitzroy, driver of
Mercury car number X 40OO?"
Yes. said he, prepared now to see his
name and description blazoned across the
west front of the cathedral.
You are wanted on the telephone. Miss
Vanrenen wishes you to ring her up.
i After soul Christening delay he heard
| Cynthia voice, That you, MIR. Fitzroy!
| Yes"
| I'm SO glad | caught you before you
hurried away again. Er-that isl sup
pose you travelled rather fast, you and Mer-
cury?"
He laughed That was all. He did not
intend to let her ASSUME so readily that he
| had missed the first thought that dubbed
| forth in words. She well knew that he was
not in Hereford from personal choice; but
| she had not meant to let him know that she
knew.
What are you staggering at?" she de-
| manded imperiously.
| "Only at your divination." he answered
Indeed. if tire had not given out soon
after left Whitchurch, should now be well
on my way to t,.e Vat Suddenly he recol-
lected the sine liar outcome of the incident
There was some reasonable probability that
it might eynci5e a material effect on the
course of e1ts during the next few days
So after ! / tile pause. he added That IS
one reason; there are others"
rs something OBTAINING you, them she
asked.
| yes, a trivial matter; but shall be at
the hotel long before lunch"
| Mrs. Devar is much better. She is SO
sorry remained indoors this morning
/ Mrs. Devar is cultivating angelic quail
tiles he said; but he murmured under his
breath, 1.-THE old cat finds now that she has
| made mistake.
| Il want you to pay the hotel people for
| the rooms reserved but have not occupied
Then. perhaps, they will hand you any mail
that may have been sent after me. And
please give them my address at Chester
Will you do all that!"
Certainly There should be no diff
Guilty"
| rs Hereford looking very lively?"
1T strikes me as peculiarly empty, ne
said with convincing candor.
| "Shall we have time to see all the show
places tomorrow"
1--WE shall make time.
| well. goodby! Bring my letters. have
not heard from my father since we left Bour-
nemouth."
| "Ah. there | have the better of you.
heard of, if not from. my revered dad since
reaching Hereford"
| Unexpectedly"
| "Oh, quite"
| Nothing wrong hope?"
| THE old gentleman temper seems to be
trifle out of gear. The present attack is
not serious; he will survive it-for many
years, trust"
You must not be fippant where your
| father is concerned. | believe he is annoyed
because you came away with me and SO
failed to keep the appointment fixed tor
Saturday in London. Eth? What did you
say?"
| Il said. Well. am surprised or words
| to that effect. As my name is George | can
not tell a lie; SO | must admit regretfully
that you have guessed right. Indeed, Miss
Vanrenen. may go so far as to suggest. by
letter. that before my father condemns me
he should first meet you. OF course, shall
warn him that you are irresistible"
"Goodby again." said Cynthia severely.
"You can tell me all about it after-oh.
sometime to-day, anyhow"
THE Green Dragon proved to be most un-
dragonish. No manner of doubt was cast
on Medenham's good faith. He pocketed
half dozen letters for Cynthia, and one,
unstamped. bearing the crest of the Mitre.
L e. De- tto he