Rocky Ford enterprise. (Rocky Ford, Colo.) 1887-1950, 1911-09-08
CHAPTER vii.

Miss Thorne and Not Miss Thorne.
From pleasant, wide-open bay-win-
dow of her apartments on the second
floor, Miss Thorne looked out upon
the avenue with inscrutable eyes. Be-
hind the closely drawn shutters of an
other bay-window, farther down the
avenue. on the corner, she knew
man named Hastings was hiding: she
knew that for an hour or more he had
been watching her as she wrote. In
the other direction. In a house near
the corner, another man named Blair
was similarly ensconced, and he. too.
had been watching as she wrote. There
should be third man. Johnson. Miss
Thorne curiously studied the face Of
each passer-by, seeking therein some
thing to remember.
She sat at the little mahogany desk
and a note with the ink yet wet upon
1t lay face up before her 1t was ad-
dressed to Signor Pietro Petrozinni in
the district prison, and read:
MY Dear Friend;
Il have been waiting to write you
with the hope that | could report
Senior Alvarez out of danger, but his
condition. regret to say, remains I'M
changed. Shall send an attorney to
you? Would you like book OF any
kind? Or some delicacy sent in from
restaurant? Can be of any service
TO you in any way? II can please
drop me line.
Sincerely,
ISABEL THoRNE."
At last she rose and standing in the
window read the note over. folded IL,
placed 1t In an envelope and sealed 1t.
maid came In answer to her ring,
and there at the window. under the
watchful eyes OF Blair and Hastings
and, perhaps, Johnson-she handed
the note to the maid with instructions
to mail It Immediately. Two minutes
later she saw the maid go out along
the avenue to a postbox on the cor
ner.
Then she drew back into the shad-
ow of the room, slipped on dark-col'
ored wrap. and, standing away from
the window, safe beyond the reach OF
prying eyes. waited patiently for the
postman. He appeared about Ave
o'clock and simultaneously another
man turned the corner near the post
box and spoke to him. Then. togeth-
err. they disappeared from view around
the corner.
so that's Johnson. is IT," unused
Miss Thorne. and she smiled little
Mr.. Grimm certainly pays me the
compliment OF having me carefully
watched"
few minutes later she dropped
into the seat at the desk again. inc
dark wrap had been thrown aside ana
Hastings and Blair from their hiding
places could see her distinctly. After
a while they saw her rise quickly. as
an automobile turned into the avenue.
looking out The car came to a stand
still in front of the legation. and Mr.
Cadwallader. an under-secretary OF the
British embassy, who was alone In the
car. raised his cap. She nodded ana
smiled, then disappeared In the shad-
ows of the room again.
Mr.. Cadwallader went to the door,
spoke to the servant there, then re-
turned and busted himself about the
car Hastings and Blair watched In
tently both the door and the window
for a long time: finally closely veil
ed and muffied figure appeared at the
bay-window, and waved a gloved HAND
at Mr.. Cadwallader, who again lifted
his cap. A minute later the yelled
woman came out of the front door,
shook hands with Mr.. Cadwallader.
and got in the car. He also climbed
in. and the car moved slowly away.
ITO BE CONTINUED