The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-29
The Window
By MARY ROBERTS
 RINEHART
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 ane doubt the whole story" 1 said. /eWhat's this about her reading the papers? thought her reading glasses were found in the library"
 ssYou've got more sense than I've been giving you credit for, Knox. Her glasses are here this minute."e
 It was a disappointment to me, al- though the explanation was simple enough. But the really important thing bearing on Miss Jane's depar- tufg was when Heppie came into the room.
 She abruptly dropped the corners of her apron There rolled out hetero- Reneous collection of things-a white muslin garment which proved to be nightgown, with long sleeves and high collar; half dozen hair curlers-l knew those, Edith had been seen in nnidnieht emergencies with her hair twisted around just such instruments of torture-a shoe buttoner, a railroad map and one new and unworn black kid glove.
 4sWhere did you get 'em?" said Miss Letitfa, fixing Heppie with an awful eye.
 AK found lem stuffed under the blank cts in the chest of drawers in the at- tic," Heppie shouted at her. If we'd washed blankets last week as l want cd toi.-
 "shut upg' Hiss Letitia said shortly, and Heppieas thin lips closed with a snap. sNo# then, Knox, what do you makes6f thaee'
 s1f that's the nightgown she was wearing the night she disappeared. l mink it shows one thing very clearly, Mss Maitland She was not abduct- ed, and she knew perfectly we'll what she was about. None of her clothes was missing, and that threw us of the track. But look. at this new glove! She may have had new things to put on and left the old. The map-well, she was going somewhere with def- nite purpose"
 'sI don't believe a word of it." the old lady burst out. 'She didn't have a secret; She was the kind that couldn't kaap secret. She wasn't responsible, I tell you, she was extravagant Look at that glove! And she had three pairs half worn in her bureau"
 Miss Maitland" I asked suddenly, .did you ever hear of eleven twenty twof' .sAvg<ye.s.;s
 -GEleven twenty-two what? P
 -'Just the number eleven twenty two,"fI repeated. "Has it any signih- cancer
 'I should say it has, she retorted "In the last ten years the Colored Orphans home has cared for. fed, Vclothed and pampered exactly 1,122 colored chil- dren of every condition of shape and misshape, brains and nosbrains.f'
 '.It has no other connecticut
 aI loaned Allan Fleming thousand dollars once. guess my mind was failing. It would be about eleven twenty-two by this time."
 Neither of which explanations sui. feed for the little scrap found in Miss Jane's room. What connection, if any had 1t with her flight? Where was she now. What was eleven twenty-twoi And why did Miss Letitia deny that she had lost the pearls, when I already knew that nine of the ten had been solds;sfahS had Bought them and ap pIOX4U40bGAy nOW AA0Cu uS uau Rd1us I ate light lunch at Bellwood alone with Bella to look after, me.
 "Oh, Bella," called as she was go. ing out, T want to ask you something The night at the Fleming home when you and I watched the house didn't you hear some person running along the hall outside your door? About Z o'clock, E4hlnk P She looked at me stolidly.
 'sNo, sir; slept all night"
 "That's strange. And you didn't hear me when I fell down tue, dumb wait CT shaftT'
 "Holy saintsTs she ejaculated. 'sWas that where you fell?"
 She stopped herself abruptly.
 "You heard thatr' I asked gently 'and yet you slept all night? Bella there's hitch somewhere. You didn't sleep that night at alf You told Miss Eleming had been up all night How afd you know that? If didn't know that you couldn't possibly get around as fast as the person in the house that night would say you had been in Mir Fleming's desk looking for-let us say postage stamps. May have another cup Of cofree?'
 She turned a sickly yellow white and gathered up my cup and saucer with trembling hands. put another line in my notebook, What does Bella knowT'
 got back to the city and found Wardrop waiting for me at the office He seemed to have shrunk in his clothes, his eyebaIls were bloodshoi from drinking and his fair hair had dropped, neglected, over his forehead. He looked at me with dull eyes when I went in. He was sitting oI my desk.
 .-tHa says he's crazy-lost his thinf works" said Burton.
 >%fts4fdnit eknow you knew each oth ef."-I put in.
 "He says we do."" Wardrop sait weariIy; "says he used to knock mt around at college. He wants me tt go to . doctor. Pm not sick. It's only"-
 Better see one, Wardrop," urged. It seemed incredible that an inno cent man would collapse as he hat