The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-30
The Window } By MARY ROBERTS
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CContinued.l


 anything in it? have reason to know that he came into my room that night it least once after I went asleep"
 q think ~it-Eery likely" he said dry 9y.ene thing we have not touched on, and I believe MT. Wardrop knows nothing of it. That is the disappear ance of the old lady. There is psy- Nchological study for you! Ny conclu- sion? Well, I should say that MT. Wardrop is not guilty of the murder. , He knows, or thinks he knows, who is. He has theory of his own about some one with a scar: itl may be only a the ory. He is in a state of abject fear. Also. he is hiding something concern ing letters and from the word money in that connection believe he either soId or bought some damaging papers. He is not criminal, but he is what is almost worse. He is a weakling."
 Burton looked at his watch. "By Georgel" heAsaid. "Oh, by the way, Knox. where is that locked bag?"
 %In my office safe" M
 ,ssf'u drop around in the morning and assist you to compound ia felony" he said easily. But, as it happened, he did not.
 fl was very late for dinner. Fred and Edith were getting ready for a concert and the two semi-invalids were playing pinochIe in Fred's den. Mrs. Butler always was, pale and Margery hafI. been so since her fathers death.
 The game was over when went into the den As usual, Mrs. Butler left the room almost immediately and went to the piano across the hall. had Fro#A fe accept her avoidance of ms-wffnUut question Fredbsaid 1t was because my 7oFar~ffHl lmingf vitality op- pressed her. Personally, Itthink it was because the neurasthenic type of wo- man is repulsfve to me. No doubt Mrs. Butler deserved sympathy; but her open demand for it found me cold and unresponsiEe. Q 4sfisss told Margery briefly of nay visit to Bellwood that morning. She was as panzled as .Eas about the things Hep pie had found in the chest. She was relieved, too
 'I am. just as sure now that she is ! WAS dead" she said, leaning back in her big chair 'But what terrible thing took her away2 Unless"-
 sUnless Ehat2r
 fsShe had lent my. fatfer a great deaf of money" Margery said, with heightened color. "She had not dared to Aunt+I1 I1etitia, and. the money was to be returned bef0rp she found 1t rut.- Then things went wrong with the Bor6hgf bank, and f1e money did not come back If you know Aunt Jane and how afraid she is of Aunt Letitia you will sund darStand . how ter rible it WAS far her. I have wondered if she would go to P1attsburg and try to find father there.'
 aeThe Eagle man is working on that theory .now,,'' I replied. 'sMargery, if there was a letter sG added to eleven swehtyfYo would you know what it She shook her head in the negative. sWili you answer two more ques- tons?" asked.
 Yes, if can.'
 ''Do you know why you were chloro- formed last night and who did it2''
 sT think know who did it, but I don't understand have been trying all day to think it out. I'm afraid to go to sleep tonight"
 'You- need not be" assured her. ''If necessary we will have the city police in a ring around the house. If you know and don't tell, Margery, you are running risk, and, more than that, you are protecting person who ought to be in jail"
 tT'm not sure," she persisted. Don't ask me about it. please" <. ~What does Mrs. Butler say?'
 GJust what she said this morning, and she says valuable papers were taken from under her pillow She was very i'll, hysterical, all afternoon
 took Aargery's small hand be- tween my two big ones.
 Why don't you tell meT' I urged "0r you needn't tell me-, know what you think. But there isn't any motive that can see. and why would she ehloroform youY'
 T don't know" Margery shuddered k]s[t44SSL14A4SS-1 HOA0CH--uO yQu tu1lIA she is saltegether sane7s
 Fred and Edith came down the stairs and<the chsnca fer quiet cons versation was gone.
 Watch the house." said Fred. s'And, by the way, I guess"-he lowered his voice-sthe lady's story was probably straight. There are fresh scratches on the porch roof under her window"
 It was a relief to know that, after all, Mrs. Butler was an enemy and a dangerous person to nobody but her self. She retired to her room almost iss soon as Fred and Edith had gone. < was wondering whether to tell Mar very about the experiment that after noon, debating how to ask her what letters she had got from the post master at Bellwood addressed to Miss Jane and what she knew of Bella. At the same time-bear with me-if I hold back the account of the terrible events that came that night. to tell how beautiful Margery looked as the lamp1ight fell on her brown hair and pure profile and how the impulse came over me to kiss her as she sat there and howl. didn't, after all, and only Etoopedaover and kissed the pink palm