Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-16

THE dinner at end. Without word the sly
little professor from the table and hurriedly
assembled the stairs. Magee watched him disappear and
resolved follow quickly But first he paused to give
his version of the word under discussion.
Strange" he remarked, that none of you gets the
picture / do ROmanCe-lt is here-at your feet IN
Baldpate Inn. climbs the mountain to be alone
with his thoughts to forget the meodrama of life, to
get away from the swift action of the world, and medi
tate. Then telephone bell tInkeS, and youth rises
out of the dark to pirate of lost Arabella and haber
dashery. shot rings out, as is the mmemoral custom
with shots, and in professor OF comparative
literature, with perforatIon IN his derby hat. pro-
fessional hermit arrives to teach the amateur the fine
points of the game A charming maid comes in: too
late for breakfast; but in plenty of time for walks
the balcony nthe moonlight. The Mayor of munich
pay condescends to stay for dinner. battle in the
There is weird talk ola sum of money.
More guests arrive. Dark hints of seventh key Why
bless you you needn't Stir from Badpate Inn IN search
of your romance!"
He crossed the floor hastily, and put foot the
lower step of Baldpates grand stairway He kept it
there for from the shadows of the landing Professor
Bolton emerged, his blasted derby once more his
head his buttoned tight, his earmufs in place,
his travelling bag and green umbrella in tow
X/HAT, Professor" cried Magee. you're leaving?"
w Now truly the end of the drama had come!
Magee felt his heart beat wildly. What did this calm
departure mean? Surely the little descending the
stair not, Danellike, thrustng himself into this
lions den with the precious package in his possession?
yes the old man was saying slowly, Il am about
10 leave ne decision Cd1le suddenly dIl SOIIy W
60 Certainly have enjoyed these chance meetings
"See here, Doc said Bland uneasily feeling of his
purple tie You re not going back and let them re-
porters have another fling at your"
IL fear | must, replied the old man. "My duty calls
Yes they will hound me. | shall hear much of peroXd
bonds / shall be asked again to the ten great
est history: difficult not to say dangerous, task.
But must face the er-music, the vulgar express
sion goes l bid you goodby, Mr.. Bland. We part
friends, am Again be comforted by the thought
that | do not hold the ruined derby against you
e MaPee
he continued, parting from YOU My eyes fell upon
you first entering this place. We have had exciting
times together. My dear Miss Norton, knowing you
has refreshed old mans heart. might compare you
to another with yellow locks but leave that to my
younger colleagues Mr.. Cargan, goodby. My
acquaintance with you l shall always look back on"
But the Mayor of Reuton, Max, and Bland closed in
the old man.
"Now look here Doc" interrupted Cargan you're
thing over. l don't want to be rough-I like you,-
but got to get glimpse at the inside OF that satche
"Dear, dear!" smiled Professor Bolton. "You don't
think would steal? in my position? Absurd!
Look through my poor luggage if you desire. You will
find nothing but the usual appurtenanceS OF travel
He stood docely in the middle of the floor, and
Linked at the group around him.
Magee waited to hear 1t was quite APP
parent that this little carried package wildly
sought by Baldpates winter guests Magee disappeared
UP the broad STAIR and tried the professors door 1t
was locked. Inside he could hear a window banging
in the storm. He through number seven and out
upon the w-covered balcony
There he bumped into shadowy figure hurrying in
the opposite direction.
To be continued next Sunday