The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1911-01-27
CHAPTER VIlI.-Contlnued.

Orme followed, and when Maku
iurned west again at the next street,
swung rapidly after him and around
the corner with the full expectation
Of seeing him hurrying along half a
block away. But no one was in sight
Had he slipped into one of the near
by buildings?
While Orme was pulling, voice
at his elbow said, "Hello!"
He turned with start Flattened
In Swallowed niche of the wall be-
side him was Maku!
"Hello!" the japanese said again.
"Well?" exclaimed Orme sharply,
trying to make the best of the situa-
ton.
You mus not follow me-" The
Japanese spoke impressively.
Follow you?"
Il saw you in mirror at the other
end of car
So that was it! Orme remembered
no mirror, but the Japanese might APP
ply the word to the rejecting surface
VI one VI tHc lOl Wdlu "luuONo'
You lit a match" continued Maku.
81 saw Then | come here, to find if
you follow"
Orme considered. Now that he was
discovered, it would be futile to con-
tinue the chase, since Maku, naturally,
would not go to his destination with
Orme at his heels. But he said:
"You can't order me off the streets,
Maku."
Il know. If you follow, then we
walk an walk an walk-mebbe till
mex week" Orme swore under his
breath. 1t was quite clear that the
little Japanese would never rejoin the
man who had the papers until he was
sure that he had shaken off his pur-
suer So Orme simply said:
Goodnight"
Disappointed, bafiled, he turned east
ward and walked with long strides
back toward the car line. He did not
look to see whether Maku was be-
hind him. That did not matter now.
He had missed his second opportunity
since the other Japanese escaped him
In the university campus.
Crossing Clark street block north
of the point at which he and Maku
had left the car, he continued lake
ward, coming out on the drive only
short distance from the Pere Mar
quette, and few minutes later, after
giving the elevator boy orders to call
him at eight in the morning, he was
in his apartment, with the prospect of
four hours of sleep.
But there was a final question:
Should he return to the all-night res
taurant near the car barns and try to
learn from the cashier the address
which Maku had sought? Surely she
would have forgotten the name by
this time. Perhaps it was Japanese
name, and, therefore, the harder to
remember it; if 1t were a peculiar
combination of letters, the very pecu-
liarity might have fixed it in her
mind. And if he hesitated to go back
there now, the slim chance that the
name remained with her would grow
simmer with every added moment OF
delay. He felt that he ought to go.
He was dog-tired, but-he remembered
the girls anxiety. Yes, he would go;
with the bare possibility that the
cashier would remember and would be
willing to tell him what she remem-
bered, he would go.
He took up his hat and stepped to-
ward the door. At that moment he
heard a sound from his bedroom. 1t
was an unmistakable snore He tip
toed to the bedroom door and peered
within. Seated in an arm chair was
a man. He was distinctly visible In
the light which came in from the sit
ing room, and It was quite plain that
he was SOUND asleep and breathing
heavily. And now for the second time
his palate Vibrated with the raucous
voice of sleep.
orme switched on the bedroom