The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1911-09-15

dow OF her apartments on the second
floor, Miss Thorne looked out upon
the avenue with inscrutable eyes. Be
hind the closely drawn shutters Of an
other bay-window, farther down the
avenue, on the corner, she knew a
man named Hastings was hiding; she
knew that for an hour or more he had
been watching her as she wrote. In
the other direction, in a house near
the corner, another man named Blair
was similarly ensconced, and he, too,
had been watching as she wrote. There
should be a third man, johnson. Miss
Thorne curiously studied the face Of
each passer-by, seeking therein some
thing to remember.
She sat at the little mahogany desk
and a note with the ink yet WEI upon
it lay face up before her. 1t was ad-
dressed to Signor Pietro Petrozinni In
the district prison, and read:
MY Dear Friend:
Il have been waiting to write you
with the hope that l could report
Senior Alvarez out of danger, but his
condition, l regret to say, remains un'
changed. Shall l send an attorney to
you? Would you like a book OF any
kind? Or some delicacy sent in from
a restaurant? Can I be of any service
to you in any way? If I can please
drop me a line.
"Sincerely,
ISABEL THORNE.'
At last she rose and standing in the
,iV1ou wand %h<> v~{n ovnr fOl6n1 II
placed it in an envelope and sealed it.
A maid came in nswer to her ring,
and there at the window, under the
watchful eyes of Blair and Hastings
and, perhaps, J~ohnson-she handed
the note to the maid with Instructions
to mail it Immediately. Two minutes
later she saw the maid go out along
the avenue t. a post-bOX on the cor
ner.
Then she drew back into the shad.
ow of the room, slipped on a dark-col-
ored wrap, and, standing away from
the window, safe beyond the reach OF
prying eyes, waited patiently for the
postman. He appeared 'about five
o'clock and simultaneously another
man turned the corner near the post
box and spoke to him. Then, togeth.
er, they disappeared ron view around
the r
so that's Johnson. is it?" unused
Miss Thorne, and she smiled a little.
Mr.. Grimm certainly pays me he
compliment of having me carefully
watched"
A few minutes later she dropped
into the seat at the desk again. The
dark wrap had beef thrown aside and
Hastings and Blair from their hiding
places could see her distinctly. After
a while they saw her rise quickly. as
an automobile turned into the avenue.
and lean toward the window eagerly
looking out. The car came to a stand
still in front of the legation, and Mr..
Cadwallader, an under-secretary OF the
British embassy. who was alone in the
car, raised his cap. She nodded and
smiled, then disappeared in the shad.
ows of the room again.
Mr.. Cadwallader went to the door
spoke to the servant there, then re
turned and busted himself about the
car. Hastings and Blair watched in
tently DOtn the dOOf ana the "lluo"
for a long time; finally a closely veil
ed and muffled figure appeared at the
bay-window, and waved a gloved HAND
at Mr.. Cadwallader, who again lifted
his cap. A minute later the yelled
woman came out of the front door
shook hands with Mr.. Cadwallader
and got in the car. He also climbed
in. and the car moved slowly away.
CTO BE CONTINUED