The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1912-08-20
By MeIniIIe Dagissor Po..r
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httest thefs, And then, Does NOT
BeFnhaTdt indeed represent the en-
bodiment Of tragedy"
I had new lights on the problem.
The woman was perfectly aware that
sentinel watched. She knew when
he entered with the porter. She knew
that he sat behind that palm when
she came In to dinner, and yet she
came, and played with me comedy
of sweethearts crowded with sug.
gestiye incident, and overplayed 1t.
had barely settled the matter to
my satisfaction, when the man arose
and came through the diningrootn
past our table to the door. He doubt.
less saw that the woman had dIscov.
cred him and so deemed It wise to
leave the cafe like an ordinary guest.
observed again that his face was
strong, determined and very pale.
Such a type of person did not become
a detective in New York; but all man
ner Of men came from the great west,
and why not spy with an open, hon.
orable face? The next moment my
last theory went to pieces. n
The young woman looked up from
her coffee, SMILED ard spoke to him
In as pleasant a voice as have ever
heard.
Good-evening, Henry" she said.
The man bowed courteously and
passed on through the door, show OF
color mounting slowly to his cheeks.
! Withdrew then from the Held OF
LIE Coque and Dupln. The mystery
was beyond me. One did aot speak
thus cordially to a hired trailer. and
where in Christendom was there a
spy who blushed? The man went out
into the lobby ofthe hotel, got a cigar
somewhere and sat down In a leather
chair by the wall where he could have
a view OF the diningFoom. Still no
watched, and my Lady Unknown knew
that he watched.
When the dinner was ended, went
with her to the elevator, wondering If
she would piayfit out with her fingers
Ito kiss at the parting. Bnt she only
smiled afluringly and stepped into
the steel cage with her Even the
Hebrew scriptures scorned the weak
ling who turned back.
The: parlors are on the next floor .
she said.
Then the door clicked and the ele-
Vator began to rise. Instantly she
changed as under some hideous sore
cry. Her hands trembled, her face
grew as white as a graye-cloth. When
she spoke her voice clicked like a
steel rail under an express.
Get out here" she said, when the
car touched at the next landing, ."apd
manage to leave the hotel unobserYed.
You have done me great favor. l
thank you"
i got out. The car vanished. 1
started to go down the steps. when.
saw over the rail the mysterious
stranger coming up. I turned back
and stepped quickly behind the ete-
vator shaft. The man came slowly up
the stairway and went into the public
drawing-room. got into the nextJcar
that came down. AS 1t descended, l
looked back through the wire net over
the roof of the car. The man was
coming out OF the drawing.room door
into theahall. His+face was purple.
1t was late when got downtown
the next morning. Pietro let me in
andI went at once to my table IN the
front office. was scarcely seated
when became aware OF some one
talking In the adjoining room. There
was a familiar tone in. the low voice
that took my attention from the pile
OF letters before me. The door was
not quite closed. I arose softly and
looked through the crack. Randolph
Mason sat in his chair, his fingers
/ pluckings impatientIy at the heavy ma.
il hogany arms. his head held a little to
one side, his eyes wandering aim
lessly over the room. Opposite him,
D with her two elbows on the table, her
face pressed together In her hands,
and long seal coat falling to the
floor over, the back of her chair, sat
the woman with whom had dined the
night before at the Dresden. 1 could
not see her face. but her voice was
tense, vibrant, low, packed with emo:
ton. II r had not been consumed
with Especial interest, l still had not
been. able to put away this espionage.
The soft, quiYerlng. overcharged tones
held me like the droning. OF some in
cantatlon, l caught tho words pour
ing hot as from crucibIe.
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