Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1913-11-06
XII.
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EANTIME d telegram had pre-
kWU coded a lengthy letter into the
lv department of the police, both
directed to Herr Bauer, who
in reality WAS James Citizens Of Scot
land Yard The telegram had said:
why do You say NJ. is there? He is
in London. Explain. Letter tomor-
row" The letter had come. and Mr..
Citizens as well as the local police Of
fee WAS "Aowled over,' to express it in
) ot!aHi Yard English. He had wired
ms employers that M. is still in Inns
brMk. Cannot be in London" 1t was
very clearly set forth in the letter that
RoXbury Mrdrroft was in London anG
that MI. Citizens Of Scotland Yard had
betrayed his trust. He was. virtually
charged with playing into the hands Of
the rnem% selling out" as it we're.
II readily may be expected that Mr..
citizens was accused of being in the
employ of III" Opposition" Moreover.
i; is but reasonable to assume that HI,
. o viG"FJrs steps at once to vindi-
cate himself. which accounts for the
woe that .iried close behind the heels
of u mai named Brock.
Brock ana Constance had ridden off
that afternoon to visit the historic
SchloSs AmDras. The great castle had
been saved for the very last of their
explorations. lie had just Deer able
to secure permission to visit that part
Of the dukes residence open on certain
occasions to the curious public. Edith
had declined to accompany them. In
the first place. she was expecting the
all important message from her hus-
band. She was ION nettles." to quote
her p%laintive eagerness. In the second
place. she realized that as the crisis
was at hand in the affairs Of Brock
and Constance her presence was not a
necessary adjunct. Not only was she
expecting a message from Roxbury,
but eagerly anticipating an outburst Of
joyous news from the two who had. it
seemed. very gladly left her behind.
The young couple returning by the
o"CA jay IlOu IuC SSl1lOSS SdAuC " Il
resting place at a little eating house
and garden on the hillside overlooking
the river inn. 1t is a quiet. demure.
unfrequented place among the crags.
standing in from the white roadway a
hundred feet or lore. clouded by
gorgeous trees and somber cliffs. 1t
was to this charming. romantic retreat
that Brock led his fair. 10Y tremulous
tnamorata. She. too. knew that the
hour for decision had come. 1t was in
the air. in the CLINT Of his eyes. in the
Ieaping Of her heart. And she knew
what she would say to him and what
they would say to the world a few
hours hence. The mountains seemed
to have lost their splendid frown.
They were beaming down upon her,
tenderly caressing instead of bleak and
coreboding as they always had been
before.
A rosy checked girl came into the
garden to serve them. Swift. cool
breezes were SQUIRTING down the valley.
bearing in their wake the soft rain
clouds that were soon to drench the
earth and then radiantly pass on. They
were quite alone. seated in the shelter
Of a wide. overhanging portico. A
soft. green darkness was creeping over
the mountain side. pregnant with smell
If the shower.
Constance ordered tea and a bite of
something to eat for both. Brooks
gaze never left her exquisite face
while she was engaged in the pretty
but rather self conscious occupation
IF instructing the waitress. After the
girl had departed. he leaned forward
across the little table and said. a trife
loarsely and disjointedly:
ut was most appetizing to watch
you do that. l could live forever on
Nothing but tea and sandwiches If you
we're to order them"
you've said a great many silly
things to me this afternoon"
81 w~onder"-he stopped and lowered