Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-06-27

later, we shall be very glad to see you
I hope; but not just now. Ia that
clear?"
"All but the reason for It, said.
land won't ask that"
II won't make any protestations OF
apologies he added very deliberately.
IT think you trust sand prove that
trust you more than you know, In
telling you as much az have"
suppose that more sensible man
In my place would have done very
differently. On his own confession,
Mr.. Tabor was telling me only q part
Of the truth; accident and WARNING
had combined to make me suspicious
OF him; and knew by my own exper-
fence how plausibly he could lie. But
whether 1t was his age. or his defer
ence, or the fact that he was Lady's
father, all the Don Quixote in me came
suddenly to the surface.
It'll do as you say, sir,"'I said. let
me know when can do anything
more" and held out my hand.
His own was moist and hot; and I
noticed under the stronger light Of tho
hail. that the veins in his temples were
swollen and throbbing and that he
moved listlessly, as though he had
been under great strain. Before q
could think about It, Lady parted the
curtains OF the living-room.
What iis TT" she asked quickly.
HAS anything happened1"
only that i am going to New York
to see Carucci sail away" answered.
"and don't know Just when shall be
back" It was plain that Mr.. Tabor
had not meant me to say 80 much:
but that was my own affair.
She followed me outside the front
door. THAT means that you are goins
away-I knew 1t must come to that"
She was twisting nervously at her
chain.
zone word from you, and won't
60" /, 6.
She shook her head. mo. / want
you to-goodby."
Promise me one thing" / said.
THAT you'll send me word II you want
me-"
II PROMISE" she answered quietly.
"but I shall never have to keep that
promise"
AS went out of the gate, Doctor
Reid was coming In, and stopped to
speak to me-. His companion stood
meanwhile some distance away: but
1T was not too dark for me. to recoz
nize the big man with the shrill pre-
cision of speech whom had seen him
bring secretly to the house before.
set out next morning In humor 81
suspicious disillusions, all my quixot
ism turned sour under the dry sun
Put It how would, l was playing the
part Of spy; II Carucci himself wat
no better, the honest Irish eyes OF hit
wife made me vaguely ashamed OF my
task. Having nevertheless under
taken it, must put It through as well
as might be. To follow the pair about
would be futile, since must presently
be seen and recognized; but I con.
ceiyed that merely by making sure Of
them at intervals during the next
forty eight hours should be fulfilling ]
my mission. I saw them safely on the
train, and established myself In an
other car; and when we reached this
Grand Central made straight for
the scene of my midnight adventure.
It was no less ugly by day than by
night, and II possible even more malo.
dorous Push-carts vended unimagin.
able sweetmeats along the curb TO
screaming children; bleared slatterns.
flabby overflowing their bulging gar
ments, jabbered in window and door
way; and the squat and dingy little sa-
loon on the corner leered beerily at
all. waited half an hour before the
Caruccis appeared Then made for
a telephone in state Of Disguised
relief, and called UP Maclean.
| }v1$ rSxx, mn a Uyh{lo ~
he said, In answer to my expurgated
account OF myself. "Well, tell you
how 1t Is, Laurie, I'm pretty busy to-
day. Let's have your number. an I'll
call you up later when I'm loose
You'll hang out at the club, won't
you?"
II thought you wanted to see me
about something"
ooh. that That wasn't anythin'-
Why, yes, I'll lunch with you II you're
lin such a hurry, but I'll have to beat
lit right afterwards, cause I've got an
assignment this afternoon"
At the club. he plunged Immediately
into the irrelevant subject.
"Say, I've got to slide out after grub.
an 20 on a spook-hunt. There's this
gang Of Psychics or Spiritualists or
Whatever. IuCy "a q uP SA0 AAAAo AAVAS ~
YOU see? And I'm coverin' one OF their
seances Hamlet's old grandfather
comes in an rough-houses the furni
ture, an Little Eva says lot more
than her prayers, an you sit In cir.
Gle holdin' hands to get line on the
higher life. Don't you want to come
along? You'll get thrillin' moments"
"Is 1t fake, then?" I asked.
ooh, they're all fakes, guess. An
Ii ever ran across, anyway. But this
ldeath-fancier's the real squeeze only
raises the graveyard in private an
don't take any money. an whole lot
/! OF big doctors an psychology profs.
are nutty about her you sect It's the
Ihe show. the original New York COM
pany. You better come.
"All right said, bring on your
mysteries. always thought there
was something in that business. really:
and here's good chance. But look