The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1912-02-23
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Keith drew aside the flap of the
tent to glance without. the light fall
ing on Fairbanks face as he struggled
to a sitting posture. He had had
new thought driven into him. yet
failed to entirely grasp its signifi-
cance
But, Jack, he asked. still half
angry. how about the girl? Hasn't
she any right to this money!"
Il don't know" honestly. I'VE don't
any of us know, but whatever she has
the right to she is going to get. You
can bet on that. old man. We're buck
ing Hawley. not Christie Maclaire-
get that into your held. He hasn't any
right, that's certain, for he murdered
and stole to get the papers-be quiet!
Here the fellow comes now!"
They peered out together through
the convenient tent flap. Fairbain
scarcely less interested than the 9th
er, already dimIy comprehending that
his truly dangerous rival was the
gambler, and that be could best serve
the lady by helping to prove to her
the real character of that individual.
He was still blindly cropping in the
haze, yet out of EGitts sharp, sting
ing words there had come to him a
guiding light The latter gripped his
arm in restraint
Easy. old man. easy-let him
pass
Hawley turned into the alley whts-
thing, evidently well pleased with the
situation and anticipating other de-
lights awaiting his coming. The glow
Of the Trocadero's lights served, an
instant, to reveal his face. shaded by
the broad brim Of his hat, and then
he vanished into the dark. Keith lean
ing far out, yet keeping we'll within
the shadows, heard the faint creak of
the vestibule door and the soft muir
mur of distant voices. Then he drew
back suddenly. his hand again grasp
ing Fairbain. Two fgures-those OF
a man and woman-emerged into the
dim light. and as quickly disappeared
Apparently her hand was upon his
arm, and he was bending down so
as to gain a glimpse of the face par
mantilla Only word or two reached
them, a little laugh, and the woman's
voice:
Why, of course hurried, you said
you had something of such importance
to tell me-"
"Fairbain," spoke Keith. his lips al
most at the ear of the other That
was Hope. all right, and she has got
him going already. Now. man. will
you help US out?"
Il? How?"
Go back there. and meet Miss
Maclaire | don't care where you take
her-lunch. anywhere: only keep her
from the hotel as long as possible.
You can do 1t far better than |, Tor
she will not suspect you of any inter
est in this affair. Tell her any lie you
can think up on account Of Hawley's
absence. Good Lord. old man, can't
you see this is your chance; go IN
and win"
Fairbain struggled to his feet, still a
pll udZGu anu UuCSI ldlu, yet uptSU
by the opportunity.
You're perfectly sure. Keith, this
isn't anything that will hurt the girl?"
Sure! OF course | am. It's just
Hawley I'm cunning after. For Gods.
sake. haven't you got that clear yet?"
II reckon I'm an old fool, Jack. .
admitted the Doctor regretfully, and
when an old fool Is In love he hasn't
got any sense left Anyhow I'll do
what you want me to now. Where are
you going?"
ITO watch those others. There is
no knowing what play Hawley might
try to pull off, and | want to keep
within gun-shot of him. Hurry up.
man; that vestibule door creaked just
then.
He showed him down the dark alley
and lodged back himself across the
front of the tent out into the street.
There was a crowd of men in front Of
the Trocadero, but the couple he
sought were nowhere in sight.