The evening world., 1911-06-24
TheMovingFin Finger
Creates: Summer NJ Del of the Year.
By Phillips Oppenheim
): Summer NJ DEL of the Year.


died without leaving her a farthins!
So there she was. poor dear. penniless.
and Henry had everything. or course,
he had to marry her."
why not?" Saton remarked. "She
Is quite charming"
Yes! But this Is the tantalizing
part of It," Lois continued. "They
hadn't been married a year when Sir
Walter Marrabel died. Pauline Is n
widow now. she is coming here in a
few days. i do hope you will meet
her.
This is quite interesting" saton
inurmure1. How do Lady Mary and
her husband get onc"
Lois made "A little grimace.
They go different ways most Of the
time" she answered. Il suppose
they're only what people call modern.
Isn't that a motor horn" she cried
out. s%prlnging to her feet. II wonder
II It's Guerdie!"
For a man who has been n great
lawyer" Lord Penarvon declared.
"Guerdon Is the most uncertain and
unpunctual of men. One never knows
when to expect him."
He was to have arrived yesterday"
Lady Mary remarked. we sent to
the station twice"
Il suppose" Rochester said, that
even to crafty the impotence OF an
eXpectant house-party IL Is not possible
to quicken the show process OF the law,
II you look at the morning papers, you
VIII see that he was at the Central
Criminal Court. trying some case or
other, all day yesterday. The man who
pleads Not guilty and who PAYS for
his defense, expects to be heard out to
the bitter end. 1t Is really only nat
ural."
saton. who had been left alone In his
corner. rose suddenly to his feet and
came into the circle. He handed his Gun
to his hostess. and turned toward
Rochester.
You were speaking of judges?" he
remarked.
Rochester nodded.
I'm a few Moments he said, you
will probably meet the cleverest one we
have upon .Se English bench. Without
his robe and wig. some people find him
Insignificant. Personally, l must ron
TESS that | never feel his eyes upon mo
without a SILVER. They say that he
never loses sight OF a fact or forsets a
face"
And what is the name OF this won
derful person." Saton asked.
Lord Guerdon." Rochester answered.
Even though you have spent so little
| time III Elsiduu U l ~ I years. you niue
have heard OF him."
The curtains were suddenly thrown
aside, and "A footman entered announc-
ing the n~ewly-arrived guest. From the
hall beyond came the sound Of a depart
ing motor and the clatter of luggage
being brought In. The footman stood on
one side.
Lord G%uerdon!'' he announced.
Lady Mary held out her hands across
" -
steps forward. Every one ceased their
conversation to look at the small. spare
figure Of the man who. clad in a suit oil
travelling clothes Of gray tweed. and
cut after a somewhat ancient pattern
MISUNDERSTANDING In figure and ever
In bearing, yet carried something In hi,
clean-shaven, wrnkled face at once i'm
pressive and commanding.
Every one seemed to lean forward
with a little air OF interest. prepared Il
exchange greetings with him as soor
as he had spoken to his host ans
hostess. Only Saton stood quite still
still as a figure turned suddenly into
stone. No one appeared to notice him
to notice the twitching OF his fingers
the almost ashen gray of his cheeks
no one except the girl with whom III
had been talking, n whose eyes hat
scarcely left his. He recovered him
self quickly. When Rochester turned
toward him, n m or SO later. h,
was almost at his ease.
you will and us all old friends
lGuerdon." he said, except that ! hav,
to present to you my friend. Mr.. Saton
Saton, this Is Lord Guerdon. who's
caricature you have doubtless admired
in. many papers. comic and otherwise
and who I am happy to assure 20
Is not nearly so terrible a person as h,
might seem from behind that ominouI
iron bar"
Saton held out his hand. but almos
Immediately withdrawing II. contente
himself with a murmured word and
somewhat low bow. For a second tn,
Judges eyebrows we're appraised, hi
keen eyes seemed to narrow. He mad
no movement to shake hands.
Il am, very glad TO meet Mr.. Saton,
he said slowly. by the bye" he con
tinued. after q seconds pause. rs thi
{ our first meeting? I seem to have q
~idea-your face IL somehow familiar I
me-"
There were few men VINO could hav
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