Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-11-20

you. It's me or him and, by heavens, he
deserves what he'll get!''
| Streuss turned away from the window
and looked toward Zoe.
| Young lady" he said, quietly 'let me
beg you not to distress yourself 50.
sincerely trust that nothing unpleasant
will happen. II 1t does. 1 promise you
that we will arrange for your temporary
absence. You shall not be disturbed in
| any way"
''And as regards your brother. have q
| care. young lady" Lassen growled. III
any ones in danger. it's he. He'll be
lucky II he saves his own skim
| The young man glowered at her.
| You hear that. you little fool!' he NUT.
/ tered. keep still, can't your"
| Her face was full of defiance. He came
nearer to her and changed his tone.
you understand? If they can't get wha'
they want from Laverick. they'll visit Il
] upon me. They're desperate, I tell you
They mean mischief all the time"
"Yet you let him be brought here, youl
were i'll and who helped you to get away!
| she cried. Indignantly.
| He laughed unpleasantly.
| when 1t comes to a matter of life Oh
| death it's every man Tor himself. Be
sides, IL I'd known as much about LAYER.
| lex as know now, I'm not sure that
should have been 80 ready to go-no,
| empty handed. by any manner OF means.
| what have you done that you should
be SO much in the power OF these people?
she demanded. fixing her dark eyes upor
him searchingly.
The terror whitened his face once more
The Precipitation stood out In beads upon
his forehead.
"Don't dare to ask me questions!' he
| exclaimed, nervously. Il should like t6
know what Laverick is to you, Ell. thai
you take so much interest IN him? Listen
here, my fine young lady: II I've beer
| u s-k,, h.
hasn't made any bones about taking ad-
vantage of 1t. He's a nice sort OF sports.
| man, I can tell you"
| The man at the window suddenly drop
ped the curtain and spoke across the
| room to them ALL
HE is here he announced.
''AloneT' Lassen asked. thickly.
| Alone" Streuss echoed.
! A little thrill seemed to pass through
the room. Zoe made no attempt to cry
| the door. as though listening. Her atti-
| tude seemed harmless enough. No one
took any more notice OF her. They all
! watched the entrance to the apartment
She was absorbed in q breathless calcu-
| lation. Now-now he should be coming
quite close. Her whole being was con-
centrated upon one effort OF listening
| At last she raised her head. The: room
resounded with her cries.
Don't come in! Don't come In here"'
she shrieked. Mr.. Laverick, do you
| hear? Go away! Don't come in here
alone!"
Her brother was the first to reach her.
his hand fell upon her mouth brutally.
Her little effort was naturally failure
defeating, in fact, it's own object. Law
erick. hearing her cries, simply FASTENED
his coming. threw open the door without
waiting to knock and stepped quickly
across the threshold. He saw a man
dressed in shabby workman's clothes. un-
shaven, disheveled, holding Zoe in a rough
grasp. and with a single well directed
| blow he sent him Keeling across the room
Then something in the mans cry, a mo-
mentary glimpse of his white face. re.
vealed his identity.
| ''Morrison!" he cried. Good God, it's
Morrison
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