The Springfield herald., 1913-06-20
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Which is impossible" st
Then the money goes into the fam
lily. of course, as my dot. Or--or, IL
1 should die-in that case Stephen
inherits the money. And there is no
doubt but that Stephen needs money"
Aleck pondered for several minutes.
while grave shadows threatened his
face. But presently his smiling. un-
ouenchable good temper came to the
surface, and he gleefully tucked Me-
lanieS hand under his arm.
..As ,said before. you need a hus-
band very badly"
"Oh, I dorf't know" she laughed.
The result o. Alexis moment Of
grave thought came a few days later.
with the arrival OF fTo quietly-dressed
men. He told Melanie that one man
was her chauffeur for the. white ma
chine, and the other was an extra hand
he had engaged for the return trip
on the Sea Gull. The chauffeur. how
ever. for one reason or another. rare
ly took the wheel. and could have
been seen walking at distance be-
hind Melanie whenever she stirred
abroad. The extra hand for the Sea
Gull did Just the same us the chauf-
feur.
From the day of the arrival of the
manager, Mr.. Hands rather mysteri
GUS but friendly temper underwent a
change for the worse. He not only
continued silent, which might easily
be counted virtue, but he became al
most sulky, which could only be called
crime. There was no bantering
with Sallie In the kitchen, scarcely a
friendly smile for Agatha herself. MT
Hand was markedly out of sorts.
On the morning following Mr.
Strakers request that Hand should re-
pair the car. the manager found him
the church. The car was lacked up on
horse-block, while one wheel lay
near the road. Mr.. Hand was as grimy
and oily as the law allows, working
over the machinery with sort Of
vicious earnestness. Mr. Straker hov
cred around for a few moments. ther
addressed Hand In that tone Of
pseudo geniality that marks a certain
type of politician.
Look here. colonel, l understand
you were in the employ Of that French
anarchist"
1t was an unlucky moment for at
tack, though Mr. Straker did not al
once perceive 1t. Hand carefully wip
ed the oil from a neat ring of metal
slid down on his back under the car
and screwed on n nut. AS Mr.. Strak
er, hands in pockets and feet wide
apart, watched the mechanician. there
came through the silence and the
sweet air the sound of thrushes call
ing from the wood beyond. Mr.. Strak
er craned his head to look out at tht
as II he expected to see the songsteri
performing on stage before row o
footlights. He turned back to MIR
Hand.
That's right, is It? You worked fol
the slippery Mounseer?"
"Uh-m." Hand grumbled. with 1
screw in his mouth. Something like
that"
"What'd you do?"
i've found where she was wrenchet
In the turnover. Got to have new
pin for this OF wheel before she goe
much farther" -
All right, I'll order one by TELEGRAPH
today. What'd you do, l asked"
Hand wriggled himself out from un
der the car and got on his feet. HI
thrust his grimy hands deep into hi
pockets, stood for a moment cor
templative and belligerent, as il un
decided whether to explode or not
and then silently walked away.
As Mr.. Straker watched his f1gur
moving slowly toward the kitchen. h
started a long low whistle. expressly
of suspicion and doubt Midway, how
whose title was I've got him on tn
run"--a classic just then spreading u
and down Broadway. He took few
turns about the car. looked at the gear
| ing with a knowing air, and then wen
into the house.
II he had been a small boy, hi
| mother would have punished him 70
| stamping through the halls; being
grown man and visitor. he may b.
described as walking with firm, Dol,
tread Finally he was able to rul
down Agatha, who was conferrinl
with Sallle in the library.
| Sallie shifted in scorn of Mr.. Strak
er, whom she disliked far worse thai
Mr.. Hand: nevertheless, as she lef
the room she twisted up her ginghan
apron and tucked it into its band in
vague attempt at company manners
Mr.. Straker lost no time in attackin;
Agatha.
What d'you know about that chauf
feur-nurse and general roustabou
that's taking care of your young gen
tleman upstairs?" he inquired bluntly
Innocent of subtlety as Mr.. Strakel
was, he was nevertheless keen enough
to see that Agathas instincts tool
alarm at his words. Indeed. one skilled
in reading her face could have detect
ed the nature of the uneasiness writ
ten there. She could not lie again, a.
she had unhesitatingly lied to the
sheriff; neither could she abandon hel
position as protector to Mr.. Hand
She wished for cleverness of the sort
that could throw her manager off the
scent. but saw no way other than the