The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-08-27

erTer nrm as ne nurrled GOWN the pas
sage between the tables, quickly
opened the door and disappeared into
the darkness OF the street
Berry was only a few rods away,
moving forward with slow, lettering
step. 1t was an easy night to follow
without being observed Walking at
a prudent distance behind her, he kept
her in sight as she passed from the
smaller streets of the Latin Quarter
into the glare and discord Of the more
populous highways, along Kearney
Street, past the lower boundary Of
Portsmouth Square. He noticed that
she walked without haste. now and
then glancing at window or passer-
by. She was like a person who has
no objective point in view, or at least
is in no hurry to reach II.
But this did not seem to be the
case, for when she reached the square
she took her stand on the corner
where the Sacramento Street cars
stop. The man drew back into a door
way opposite. They were the only
passengers who boarded the car at
that corner, Berry entering the closed
interior, the man taking a seat on the
outside. He had it to himself here.
and chose the end seat by the win
dow. Muttering imprecations at the
cold, he turned up his overcoat collar
and drew his soft felt hat down over
his ears. BY turning his head he
could see between the bars that cross
the end windows, the interior Of the
car shining with light, it's polished
yellow woodwork throwing back the
white glare Of the electricity. There
were only three passengers, two de-
pressed-looking women in dingy black,
and Berry on a line with himself in
the corner by the door. He could see
her even better here than in the res
taurant. She sat, small, dark figure,
pressed into the angle Of the seat,
her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes
down. Her hat cast a shadow over
the upper part of her face, and below
| this the end Of her nose, her mouth
and chin were revealed as pale and
sharply-cut as an ivory carving. She
seemed to be sunk in thought and sat
motionless; the half of her face he
could see. looking very white against
her black fur collar.
| He was furtively surveying her,
| when she started, glanced out Of the
window and signed to the conductor
to stop. The man on the front dropped
to the ground and stole lightly round
the car, SO that it's moving body hid
him from her. Emptiness and silence
held the street, and he could easily
follow her as she walked upward
along the damp and deserted side
walk. Halfway up the block a build
Ing larger that those surrounding 1t
rose into the night. A mounting file
OF bay-windows broke its facade, and,
a few steps above the level of the
pavement, line Of doors with num-
bers showing black on illuminated
transoms revealed it to the man oppo-
site as a fiat building. Here Berry
stopped and without hesitation, evil
IDENTIFY as one who was familiar with
the place, mounted the steps and
walked to the last Of the doors.
The man, with soft and careful foot
steps, crossed the street. AS he drew
nearer he saw that she was not using
latch-key, but was waiting to be ad-
mitted, leaning as If tired against the
wall. He had reached the sidewalk
when the door opened, vouchsaf1ng
him a bright, unimpeded view Of q
long flight Of stairs carpeted In green.
Berry entered and for a moment, be-
fore the door closed, he saw her
mounting the stairs. She had not
asked for any one, or indeed made a
sound Of greeting or inquiry. She
was therefore either expected or an
habitue Of the place. When the door
was shut he, too, mounted the porch
steps and read the number on the
transom. He whispered 1t over sew.
eral times, the light falling out on his
thin, aQuiline face with a sweep of
dark hair dropping downward toward
his color.
Satisfied with his investigation, he
left the porch and walked rapidly
down the street to the corner. Here
there was a lamp, and hating under
its light he drew from his pocket q
leather wallet and took therefrom
Dominick Ryan's card with an address
written on it. The penciled numbers
were the same as those on the door
he had just left, and he stood looking
fixedly at the card, an expression OF
excitement and exultation growing on
his face.
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