The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1911-03-10
CHAPTER IV.-Continued.

I'm a word" laughed the Judge,
you mean that any one trained to
read my mind can tell just what's
passing In my brain?"
Precisely" replied the doctor with
q smile "the psychologist can tell with
almost mathematical accuracy just
how your mental mechanism is work
ing. admit 1t sounds uncanny, but
II can be proved. In fact, it has been
proved. time and time again"
Alicia came up and took the doc
tors arm.
"Oh, DR.. Bernstein" she protested,
IL can't allow the Judge to monopolize
you in this way. Come with me. |
want to introduce you to a most
charming woman who is dying to
meet you. She Is perfectly crazy on
psychology"
Don't introduce me TO her"
laughed the Judge. II see enough
crazy people in the law courts"
DR.. Bernstein smiled and followed
his hostess. Judge Brewster turned
to chat with the banker. From the dis
tant music room came the sound Of
q piano and a beautiful soprano voice.
The rooms were now crowded and
newcomers were arriving each min
ute. Servants passed in and out serv-
ing iced delicacies and champagne.
Suddenly the butler entered the
salon and, quietly approaching Alicia.
handed her a letter. In low tone
he said:
"This letter has just come, nm.
The messenger said 1t was very i'm
portant and | should deliver 1t at
once"
Alicia turned pale. She instantly
recognized the handwriting. II was
from Robert Underwood. Was not her
last message enough? How dare he
address her again and at such a time =?
Retiring to an inner room, she tore
open the envelope and read as follows:
Dear Mrs Jeffries This Is the last
time / shall ever bore you with my let
ters. You have forbidden me To you
again. Practically you have sentenced
me to living death but as l prefer
death shall not be partial. but full and
complete oblivion | take this means of
your cruel sentence OF banishment. l
shall make an end OF II all. / shall be
found dead, Monday morning. and you
will know who is responsible.
Yours devotedly.
ROBERT UNDERWOOD.
An angry exclamation escaped
Alicia's lips, and crushing the note up
in her hand, she bit her lips till the
blood came. 1t was Just as she feared.
The man was desperate. He was not
to be got rid of so easily. How dare
he-how dare he? The coward-to
think that she could be frightened by
such threat What did she care II
he killed himself? II would be good
riddance. Yet suppose he was in
earnest, suppose he did carry out his
threat? There would be terrible
scandal an investigation, people
would talk, her name would be men.
toned. No-no-that must be pre-
vented at all costs.
Distracted, not knowing what course
TO pursue, she paced the floor of the
room. Through the closed door she
could hear the music and the chatter
OF her guests. She must go to see
Underwood at once, that was certain
and her visit must be a secret one
There was already enough talk.
If her enemies could hear of her Wis
iting him alone in his apartments tha
would be the end.
"Yes-I must see him at once. To
! morrow is Sunday. He's sure to b'
home in the evening. He mentions
Monday morning. There will still b'
time. I'll go and see him tomorrow.
"Alicial Alicia!"
The door opened and Mr.. Jenrie
put his head In.
What are you doing here, m.
dear?" he asked. II was loohnl
everywhere for you. Judge Brewste
wishes to say goodnight"
81 was fixing my hair. that's all.
replied Alicia with perfect eompos
ure.