The Washington times., 1911-01-04
You're his lawyer?"
I'LL Ii. Eaa..l

| I'm his friend
well, I'm listening. Go on"
| The fear had taken on an almost
| definite shape. David shrank from what
! he was beginning to see; but 1t was his
duty to settle the affair, and settle II
| he could not without knowing its de-
| tails. To begin with, ! shall have tC
| ask some information from you,' he
said with an effort. Mr.. Morton left
| this matter entirely in my hands, but
| he told me nothing concerning its ma
ture."
She closed her eyes to cleaning Sits
brought the money!" she asked abrupt
mo"
Then he's"-she made grim cipher
with her forefinger, and stood up; If
there's no money, good afternoon!
David did not rise. He guessed her
dismissal to be bit of play-acting.
Whatever comes to you must come
through me- he said, ''and you OF
course realize that nothing can come
from me till 1 understand the situation.
He understands it. That's enough"
''Oh, very well. then, l see you want
nothing" David determined to try play
acting himself. He stood up. Let 1t be
good afternoon"
She stopped him at the portieres, as
when MortOns been trying hard to keep
this thing between him and me for him
to send a third person here.
1T may be queer-but it's true" he
returned with show of indifference.
But how do 1 know that you really
represent him."
You must take my word for it. Or
you can telephone st. Christopher's and
ask if David Aldrich is not in charge of
his affairs
She eyed him steadily for a space.
You look on the square," she said
abruptly; then she added with an omin-
Gus look: "if there's no money, you
know what will happen!"
David shrugged his shoulders. Il told
you 1 know nothing"
She was silent for several moments,
while obstinacy and caution struggled
against greed and pride in her con-
quests Her quick, bold eyes looked him
over, noting that he was tall and
straight, square of shoulder, good look
ing. These physical points were an ele-
ment IN the contest; his masculinity
piqued her.
Greed and pride won. We'll, II you
want to know, come back" she said.
David resumed his seat. She stood
thinking a moment, then went to a
writing desk. For all his suspense,
David was aware that she was trying
to display her graces and her gown.
She rustled to his chair with the un-
hinged halves of a gold locket in her
hand Suppose we begin here" she
Sald, nandlnS MIN One-half or the lOcket.
perhaps you'll recognize it-though
that was taken in eighty-five."
David did recognize it. It was Lii
liam Drew at twenty. The selfishness
and the hardness of the Lillian Drew
at thirty-hve were there, but covered
to a fair sOHness by the flesh of youth.
1t was a bold, striking, Turing face--a
face of strong appeal to mans baser
half-telling of a girl who would make
advances II the man held back.
David felt that she waited for praise.
IT'S a handsome face"
Many men have said So" she re-
turned proudly.
She let him gaze at the picture a full
minute, keenly W tching his face FOR
the effect. Then she continued: That
is the picture of a girl in Boston. And
this'-a jeweled hand gave him the
lOcket's other half-'is a young man
in Harvard"
David knew whose likeness was in the
'Ocket. vet something snapped sharply