The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1911-08-11
CHAPTER VI.
Revelations.

Some vague, indefinable shadow
darkened Miss Thorne's clear. blue
gray eyes, in sharp contrast to the
glow of radiant health in her cheeks,
as she stepped from the automobile In
front of the Venezuelan legation, and
ran lightly up the steps. A liveried
servant opened the door,
"A gentleman Is waiting for you,
madam" he announced. His card is
here on the"
II was expecting him. she inter-
rupted. Which room, please?"
"The blue room, madam"
Miss Thorne passed along the hall
way which led to a suit of small draw
ang-rooms opening on garden in the
rear. pushed aside the portieres, and
entered.
I'm sorry I've kept you" she be-
gan, and then, in tone of surprise:
''I beg your pardon"
A gentleman rose and bowed
gravely.
II am Mr.. Grimm of the secret serv-
Ice" he informed her with frank
courtesy. Il am afraid you were ex-
pecting some one else! / handed my
card to the footman"
For an instant the blue-gray eyes
opened wide in establishment, and then
some quick, subtle change swept over
Miss Thorne's face. She smiled gra-
ciously and motioned him to a seat.
This Is quite different meeting
from the one Senorita Rodriguez had
planned. isn't it," she asked.
There was haunting curve on her
scarlet lips; the shadow passed from
her eyes; her slim, white hands lay
idly in her lap. Mr.. Grimm regarded
her rehectively. There was determ-
ination Of steel back Of this charming
exterior; there was an indomitable
will, keen brain, and all of a wom-
ans intuition to reckon with. She
was silent, with a questioning upward
slant of her arched brows.
Il am not mistaken in assuming that
you are secret agent of the Italian
government, am II" he queried finally.
No" she responded readily.
In that event may speak with per-
feet frankness?" he went on. 'It
would be as useless as 1t would be
absurd to approach the matter in any
other manner?" It was question.
Miss Thorne was still smiling, but
again the vague, indefinable shadow,
momentarily lifted, darkened her eyes.
You may be frank. OF course" she
said pleasantly. Please go on"
Senior Alvarez was shot at the
German embassy ball last night" Mr..
Grimm told her.
Miss Thorne nodded. as If in won
der.
did you. or did you not, shoot
Ihim?"
It was quite casual. She received
the question without change Of coun.
ltenance. but involuntarily she caught
her breath. 1t might have been sigh
OF relief.
Why do you come to me with such
query?" she asked in turn.
Il beg your pardon" interposed Mr..
Grimm, steadily. did you, or did you
mot, shoot him?"
No, Of course I didn't shoot him"
was the reply. If there was any emo
ton in the tone it was merely impa-
thence. why do you come to me?"
she repeated.
why do come to your" Mr.. Grimm
echoed the question, while his listless
eyes rested on her face. IT will be
absolutely frank. as / feel sure you
would be under the same circum-
stances" He paused a moment: she
nodded. We'll, Immediately after the
shooting you ran along the hallway
with a revolver in your hand; you ran
down the steps into the kitchen, and
out through the back door, where you
entered an automobile. That is not
conjecture: 1t is susceptible Of proof
by eye witnesses"
Miss Thorne rose suddenly with q
queer, helpless little gesture OF her
arms. and walked to the window. She
stood there for a long time with her
hands elasped behind her back.
THAT brings us to another Ques-
tion." Mr.. Grimm continued merciless-