The Washington times., 1912-11-28
CHAPTER XVII.
GUY Relents.

next morning making . thor
ouEh search Of tho library, but
the paper they were looking for
could not be found. Cyril had from
the first been sksptical of success. He
could not believe that the child was
still alive. and was convinced that
Arthur Wilmersley had fabricated the
story simply to retain his hold over the
unfortunate mother.
valdriguez. however. for long time
refused to abandon the quest. Again
and again she ransacked places they
had already carefully examined. When
It was finally borne In on her that
there was no further possibility Of md.
Ing what she sought the hght suddenly
went out Of her face and she would
have fallen 4 Cyril had not caught her
sat i,uddled together with arms hang;
INK Imply at her sides. her half-closed
eyes fixed vacantly in front Of her.
Thoroushly alarmed; Cyril cS, i haS tn, the
Tor a doctor. When the latter arrived
he shook his head. She had had q
stroke; In his opinion It was extremely
doubtful II she would ever fully recover
arrsnsement Tor the comfort of the
afflicted woman. at last allowed his
thoughts to revert to his own 'rou-
He realised that with the elimination
OF both Valdrigue1 and Prentice there
was no one but Anita left who could
be reasonably suspected OF the murder
for, Il at the Frenchmen were impli-
p pessH liz to Be-. seriously considered.
No, he must make up his mind to
face the facts. The girl was Anita Will
mersiey and she hal killed her hus-
t Iana he knew knew G Inc truth Sussons I'd.
vico that An t. should give herself up
he rejected without q moments hestta.
ton. Yet he had to acknowledge that
there was li.ti: hope Of her being Elm liable able
knew her to be alive.
Well, It was too late to do anything
that evening. he decided. lilo might a.
we'll 70 around to the club and get
problem from his m nd for tho time
being.
The first person he saw on entering
the dining room was Campbell. He was
sitting by himself At a small table; his
lection. and he thrust his fork through
an oyster with much the same expires.
Sion a man might have worn who was
sPsar n,;,s a per r,ons enemy; .,
his fork. jumped from his seat and
made an eager step forward. Then ht
suddenly wavered. evidently uncertain
as to the reception Cyril was going te
wen. this is a piece of luck- cried
Guy, looking decidedly sheepish
clasped II eagerly.
II might as well tell you ut once the,
! know made no end Of an ass OF my
sell the other day." he said. avertinl
bis eyes from his friends face. at Il
really pretty decent Of you not to hav,
resented my ridiculous accusations"
"Oh! that's all right" Cyril assured
him. Il quite understand your motive
altitude ware You me- n1 fop 'f 70 se
you the truth. I am in great need Of
"Oh, Lord!" calculated Campbell
screwins Up his face Into an expression
As soon as there was no danger o.
their being overheard Cyril told Camp
bell Of his interview with Judson. A
hrst Guy could not be persuaded TIM
"She IL not a liar: I am sure Of Il
II she said that her hair had turned
white, It had turned white. and there
fore It 10 impossible that she had dyet
It," objected Campbell.
"Judson suggested that she only dye,
part Of her hair and that II was tn
rest which turned whita. BY the way,
he added. turning away as II in searcl
Of match. and trying to speak 8
For q moment Guy did not answc
matches. fearful Of the effect OF tn
question. He was still doubtful hov
far his friend had receded from hi
former position. and was much relieve,