Evening star., 1912-10-06
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BLAKELY
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plans should 60 awry. l did not see how
they could fail; but there is always an if. 1t
was more than an if this time; but, as have
said, l didn't know that Fate had taken a
hand in the game. thought that Howard
Blakely was playing it alone. The taxicab
reached the postofice at exactly two-ifteen,
which was few minutes earlier than l had
planned. So had the man drive me down
to the Hudson Terminal Building, where l
went inside and made some inquiries about
trains, to consume the superhuous time
Coming out, l had him continue his trip
down to the corner of Nassau and Liberty
sts., where we halted. Now was to come the
crucial point of my plan! If anything
slipped up now-well, l must make get
away somehow, that was all! But nothing
must slip up l took from my pocket an en-
velop-ecru paper, delicately scented with
patchouli flowers and sealed with gold wax
bearing the imprint of \. F. How had
obtained this? Never mind. A susceptible
maid will 60 far toward betraying a mistress,
even though she be very fond of her! Inside
the envelop was a note on the same shade of
paper, written in a feminine hand, the coun-
terpart of Made1noiselle Fabre's. 1t read:
RoBER1.-No matter what you are doing,
the instant you receive this come to me. 1t is
a matter of life and death to us both. l can't
say more; but if YOU don't come, and come
instantly, there is no telling what the conse-
quences may be. Don't delay second
NINA.
Il leaned out of the taxi The Fortieth
National was just round the corner, and |
wanted a boy to take the message to Bar
ringer, who, knew, would be getting ready
for the close of business. AS glanced up
H. 4 L
me at a high rate of speed for this crowded
thoroughfare. AS it sped past gasped for
in feeting glimpse through the window |
could almost have sworn that l saw Nina
Fabre! But before | could get another
glimpse the machine had gone by and was
far down the street | dismissed the idea
that [ had seen her as preposterous; for
what could she be doing there at that time?
l simply had her in my mind at the moment,
that was all.
"A messenger boy came whistling along
the street. As | beckoned to him l nearly
collapsed; for l heard my name-or that of
Barringer' called familiarly. But it flashed
through my head that here was one of the
very contingencies for which had been re-
hearsing, the meeting with Barringers as
sociates. l only prayed, as l turned my head
that it would be one of those whose names l
had learned and whom l should know by
sight Fate was with me this time, anyway;
for it was Leopold Furness, the big steel man
"'Hello, Furness! 1 exclaimed heartily,
shaking his hand. Where away?'
"'Out to Baltusrol for a little golf he re-
Piled. Will you join me? My cars down
in front of my Office, and if YOU say so III
have it driven round and get YOU
"'Impossible today 1 said. I've got
some important business on. See YOU later
a wave of the hand, and he was away,
wondering. perhaps, what l was doing there
in a taxicab; but, nevertheless, disnssing it |
from his thoughts the next second, have no
doubt. beckoned the boy to come nearer
Here, Boy said, giving him the note,
which was addressed to Barringer Take
this note around to the Fortieth National
Rank-you know where it is-and insist |
that You must give it to the gentleman to
whom it is addressed. personally Then get |
out quick. If he asks YOU who sent it, tell |
him lady. Here's ten-dollar bill. Can |
you play a little joke for that?'
81 sure kin, grinned the boy. "A lady |
Joke. huho Youse brokers is awful kdders |
about de skoits.'
1T was a minute and "a half walk to the |
Fortieth National. 1 realized that striking
fact afterward. Barringer should have !