The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-18

| self to be such. MT. Githens was per 1 mitted to go to her rooms in company 1 with the manager of the hotel. What transpired in those rooms during the next fifteen minutes would be quite impossible. to narrate short of an en- tire volume. Edith promptly collapsed. Subsequently, she became hysterical She begged for time, and, getting it, proceeded to threaten every one with prosecution
 q am Mrs. Medcroftv' she declared piteously 'where is the American con | su1? I demand the American consu1i'
 tFWhat has the Am erican government to do with it?' grufdy demanded MT. Githens.
 'Mr-Mr-the gentleman whom you accuse is an American citizen!'' she stammered.
 | "ohol Then he is not an English man?''
 q refuse to answer your questions. You are impertinent. I ask you, sir, as the manager of this hotel, to eject this man from my rooms" The man aged smiled bIandIy and did not eject the man.
 stBut, madam" he said, Eve have a right to know who and what you are. If MT. Medcroft is in London this gen tleman surely cannot be he, the real MT. Medcroft We must have an ex- p1anation."
 I'll will explain everything to- morrow Oh, by the way, is there telegram for me in the office? There must be. I've been expecting it all day. teIegraphed to London for it.
 1'There is no telegram down there, madam
 At this Juncture MT. oden-carney appeared oh the scene uninvited, but welcome.
 s'Wot's all this?'' he demanded stern ly. Everybody proceeded at once to tell him. Somehow he got the drift of the story. 'tGet out, all of you!" he said. T stand sponsor for Mrs. Med croft. She is Mrs. Medcroft, hang you, ing her again I'Ile have the law upon you. The Medcrofts are English ctti- zens art'&
 -'Oh, xhet are, are they?7 sneered Mr. Githens, with a sinister chuckIe.
 'Who the devil are you, sir?'
 ''Pm from Scotland Yard.''
 q thought so. You've proved it, 'pon my soul. I am Odell-CarHey. Daresay you've heard of me-
 "I know. you by sight. sir. But that
 'OIever chap, by love! And there's no but about it. Mr.-Mr-never mind | what it is. I don't want to know your | name Mrs. Ndedcroft, will you permit me to send my wife up to you? MT. Manager, I insist that you take this c'nfended rabbIe down to the office and tell them to go to the devil! Don't do it up here; do it down there.''
 After some further discussion and protests the Scotland Yard man and his party left the room to it's distracted mistress. It may be well to remark for the sake of local color that Tootles was crying Justify, while Raggles bark ed in spite of all that O'Brien could do to stop him.
 | Odell- Carney sent his wife to Edith. A few minutes later, as he was making his way to the office, he came upon Mrs. Rodney and Katherine, hurrying, white faced, to their rooms.
 "Oh, isn't it dreadfu12'' walled the former, putting her clinched hands to her temples
 Isn't wot dreadfulP' demanded he brutally.
 "About Edithl They're going to ar rest her"
 Not if can help it, madam. Where is MT. Rodney?''
 ssTHe hasn't anything to do with it! We're as innocent as children unborn. It's all shocking to us. MT. Rodney shouldn't be arrested. His rectitude is without flaw. For heavens sake, don't duplicate him. He's''-
 Madam, I'm not a policeman" said Odel1-C Carney with scathing dignity. "I want your husband to aid me in hush ing this cnfended thing.''
 He started away as MT. Rodney came putting up the stairs. OdeIl-Car- ney changed his mind and waited.
 Where's Edith?'' panted MT Rod ney.
 Good heavens!'' groaned his wife, lowering her voice because three cham bermaids were looking on from near by turn Don't mention that crea- ture's name. Just think what she's got us into He isn't her husband. Alfred, telephone for tickets on tonights train. Tomorrow will be too late. I won't stay here another min@te. Everybody in the hotel is talking. We'll all be ar rested
 But MT. Rodney. for once. was the head of the family. He faced her sternly
 "Go to your rooms, both of. you. We'll stay here until this thing is end ed don't give a hang what she's done, I'm not going to desert her.''
 "sBut-but he isn't her husband!" gasped Mrs. Rodney, struck dumb by this amazing rebellion
 "But. she's your. cousin. isn't she, madam? ?' he retorted with fierce irony
 'T disown herv' walled his wife, sans raison.
 .fGo to your rooms!' stormed pudgy MT. Rodney. Then, as they slunk away, he turned to the approving OdeI-C -Carney, sticking out his chest a trfhe in his, new found authority. q sey. Carney, what's to be done next?'