Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-06

that you've done me an injustice. I'm
going"
"one thing" said she. smiling q
smile that could have cut glass, "you
are going to do I know that you
won't fail this time, because J. shall
personally see you through with Il.
You're going to stop making fool
of me-
."rell me- pleaded Billy Magees
Tell me who you are--what this Is
all about Can't you see I'm working
in the dark? You must"
She threw open the card-room door.
"An English officer" she remarked
loudly, stepping out into the othsx
room. taught the admiral the game.
At least, so he said. It added SO
much romance to 1t In the eyes Of
the rocking chair fleet. Can't you
see-India--the hot sun--the Kipling
local color-a silent. tanned, hand
some man eternally playing solitaire
on the porch OF the barracks? Haa\
the barracks a porch?'
Reused, Inundated, baf11ed, Mr..
Magee felt his cheeks burn.
I'VE shall SEQ what we shall sea-
he muttered.
why coin the inevitable into
bromide" she asked.
Mr.. Magee Joined the group by tho
fire. Never before in his life had he
been so determined on anything as he
was now that the package OF money
should return to his keeping BuA
how? How trace through this maze
of humans the present holder Of that
precious bundle of collateral? He
looked at Mr.. Max, sneering his DEM
on-colored sneer at the Mayors side.
at the Mayor himself, nonchalant as
the admiral being photographer; at
Bland, author of the ArabeIla fiction.
sprawling at ease before the FIRE; ri
the tawdry Mrs. Norton, and at Myrs
Thornhill who had by her pleading
the night before made him ridiculous
Who of these had the money now
Who but Cafgan and Max, their faces
serene, their eyes eagerly on the prep
arations for lunch. their plans for
leaving Baldpate Inn no doubt all
ready made?
And then Mr.. ATagee saw coming
down the stairs another figure--ona
he had forgot-Professor Thadde,ls
Bolton, he OF the mysterious dialogue
by the annex door. On the profeS-
sor's forehead was q surprising red
scratch, and his eyes, no longer hid
den by the double convex Lenses.
stood revealed a washed-out gray In
the light of the noon.
"A most unfortunate accident" ex-
planned the old man. Most distress.
ing. l have broken my glasses.
am almost blind without them
How'd it happen, Doc?" asked Mr..
Cargan easily.
81 came into unexpected i,,x+sno..
sition with an open door" returned
PROFESSOR Bolton. Stupid of me, bur
I'm always doing Ii. Really. the avn
ity displayed by doors in getting in
my path Is surprising"
You and Mr. Max can svrnpatbizs
with each other" said Mage, At
thought for moment your injuries
might have been received in the same
cause" '-0 s'-''.o
Don't worry, Doc" Mr.. Bland
soothed him, we'll all keep a. weather
eye out for reporters that want to
blondes" PSio"ioo
The professor turned his Intellectual
gaze on the haberdasher. and there
face. 'S "a As'e
i know, Mr.. Bland" he said. "tbat
my saIety is your dearest wieh.'s
me Hermit OF Baldpate announced
tnat lunch was ready. and WITH fbe
otners Mr.. Magee took his ulaca 81
the table. Food for thought yvsS
also his. The spectacles OF PROFESSOR
! naoaeus 6olton were broken. Some
wnere n the scheme Of things those
smashed lenses must At. But wbaraf
tTe 20 Continued assndny.,