Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-15

fellow. that walks with a limp? l saw
him, too, at the hut said the wreck in
the chair at the table. with a sudden,
fierce, eager light in his lackluster eyes.
But took him for a ghost. How came
he here? My men told me
His sister had nodded silently. She sat
staring at him in abtect suspense, hope
and despair alternately fitting across her
wrinkled face
But he said nothing more for some
time. That last understandable twist of
fate had almost stupefied him.
A telephone bell rang behind his sister
and startled him out Of his reverie.
MY Slyne says her ladyship wishes
rooms prepared for the duchess and Lord
Ingoldsby." she told him as she turned
back from the instrument. And dinner
to be served in the banquet hall. must
be off about my business now, Parish
Will you wait here till l come again and
promise to work no more HARM
"I'1l find a quieter corner to hide in,
he answered, indifferently. And, in re-
Spouse to her harassed glance. You
must just trust me to take care of my
self and not trouble you more than need
lures nest well enough not to be dis
covered in it, And-I'n do Dove no vio-
lence. Janet; you have my pledged word
for that"
She fingered still, almost distracted, not
knowing what to do for the best. But
she did know, of old and sad experience.
how little heed he was likely to pay to
any advice or direction Of hers. and at
last had to hurry away to her duties,
leaving him, safe enough there. to his
own devices till she could return.
As soon as she had gone. he swallowed
little more of the food and wine on the
table, put on his dirty white robe again.
pulling it's baggy hood well over his
features. and, having assured himself
that the long passage down which she
diSannaa ra6
soundless but steadier steps TO secrete
himself in some more remote recess of
the spacious castle.
He knew his way about every turn of
the back corridors intimately. He was
passing the gunroom pantry when he
heard from within voice that he recog-
nized at once shouting. Hold Your row.
He paused. Distant footballs in the pas
sage prompted him to a swift decision.
The pantry door was ajar. He pushed 1t
a little farther open, stepped inside and
closed it behind him.
The place was practically i'm darkness.
but he soon found the service wicket.
and, having first made sure that he would
not be intruded upon. slipped the blade
of his knife under IT'S wooden shutter.
raised it, without sound. sufficiently to
hear and see all that was going on in the
gunroOm.
he looked through at its unsuspecting in
mates. The old man Dove and the Lon
don lawyer were evidently at loggerheads.
but presently Gained down again and
grew almost confidential together. And
afterward Slyne came in to them with
his contemptuous story Of the White
Lady-at which the lurking listener
frowned anXiously. since 1t went to show
that he must have been seen, notwith-
standing all his precautions. And then
the lawyer got up to go.
To Slyne's subsequent conversation with
Capt Dove the ex-emir listened no less
greedily, licking his lips. And after that
he pushed noiseessly last the swing door
of the pantry into their company. He
thought he could see his way clearly by
then.
CTo be continued tomorrow