Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-30

sinister incident that had just transpired.
She was all impatience to speak apart with
Rodoslav. She must discuss this terrifying
development with him. She could not sleep
until she knew its full significance. But, to
her establishment, they we're no sooner in
door than he babe them an abrupt good
night and, crossing the lobby, disappeared
in the direction of the landing stage on the
Grand Canal.
At the outset she was puzzled and half Of
Tended. Then, taking thought, she admired
ans that she was of two minds, he knew that
the happening in the street would carry
weight; but not by another look or word of
his own would he importune her help.
Mounting to her room, she switched on the
electricity only long enough to unbar shut
ter. Then, the room behind in darkness, she
stepped out upon the little Gothic balcony
and peered down over its balustrade. Rodo-
slav stood halfway down the marble steps,
his gaze fixed upon the yellow line of lights
under the walls of San Giorgio which marked
the cabins of the Don't Care. Presently an
other craft distracted him. Round the jut-
ting piles beneath AIMS balcony stole a
black PROV, questing for traffic, and, as if
new found purpose of his own, Rodoslav
stepped aboard and was noiselessly borne
away toward the yacht that had so oppor-
timely become factor in his plans.
Ann followed the gondola till it became
dark spot against the grayish white hull of
the Truscott yacht and hung there waiting.
What did this late call of his portend? Had
tonight's discovery put another face upon
his affairs? Did he intend to abandon the
cruise? Surely that was too convenient a
cloak for his advance to give up! Perhaps
he had gone to hasten the Truscotts' de-
parture. He may have had fresh news from
the Balkans. The newspaper readers in
Florian's had seemed specially absorbed in
something. Could the sporadic fighting on
the Bulgarian frontier have become actual
war? Keeping watch at her window, she
asked herself question upon question which
she could not answer. Then, as the black
spot against the yacht at last detached itself
and glided forth on its silent return, she lin
gered only to assure herself that the hotel
was its destination, and, letting herself out
of her room, betook herself to an alcove on
the floor below where she had noticed writ
ing materials Seated here, with few scrib-
bled lines before her, she awaited Rodoslav's
coming.
TT was not long before she heard his step
ascend the stair and turn down the cor
I1uOr toward MS room; Dut She d1d not Wish
him to think she sought meeting, and drove
her pen increasingly. Even when he halted
by his own door and for long moment
stood looking in at her, she did not glance up.
@You write Late" he said.
Ann gave a realistic start ooh, it's you'll"
she returned. as it really late?"
NEARLY twelve" He fitted his key in the
lock and turned it. Goodnight again" he
said, and would have entered.
Strategy became imperative. @Oh!" cried
Ann once more; but now with note of fear
which she further emphasized by springing
to her feet.
Rodoslav was instantly in the alcove.
3What is it? What startled your"
She covered her pretty ears with her hands
and prodded her invention. @Don't you see
anything?" she quavered.
He jerked back the heavy hangings of a
window, peered under the desk and chairs,
and cast glance into the shadowy corners
"Not a thing" he declared.
Ann drew breath of relief "Perhaps it
was my imagination, after all, she said
3What do you think you SAW"
Ann took final shuddering survey of the
cornice. "I'm fearful coward about BATS"
she alleged, resorting to general statement
"A girl know once got one in her hair l
don't think could be much more afraid of