The Washington times., 1913-10-31
THE DAILY SERIAL
THE HERITAGE OF CAIN
A GREAT BIG THRILLING STORY
| ~ w Frank = ~ ~ BY ISABEL OSTRANDER
A GREAT BIG THRILLING STORY
BY ISABEL OSTRANDER

! firmly in Ily mind. I will come to YOU
+ at my earliest opportunity and take th'
matter in hand. In The meantime ie;
me know of the least change in Ar
, lowndes' condition ~. ,..'
The other ren rose also. and the at
torney srno0thed back his gloves an1
, cleared his throat autnoritatively as II
! to speak. when a=ain the quiet voice oi
: the private secretary forestalled him.
And that is positively your last word
on the mntter. Mr.. Iorke? You car
give us no hint as 10 when you will be
I able 10 take up this case for us?"
Was it an Illusion or did that slhtl+
hint Of moCker" again steal through. the
seemingly sincere uttcl ance? Ii it was
a mere chilrera of the detectives brain
! 1t was potent -nou"h to dispeI the good
! impression the secretary had created a
moment before and to recall the sinister
feeling of Shallergc.
When his ilI-assorted guests had taken
this leave, with parting assertion OF
the attorney that he would look in or
| him again IN uay 1r two. Yorke SAT
long buried in thought.
This new affair loomed up huge in its
relative Importance to the world al
large. and the attitude of two of the
, three principal characters in il invited
thought. Did the secretary suspect the
lawyer? II was childishly obvious that
if each suspected the other. a third
party must be guilty, and il seemed
equally obvious that the lawyer did
suspect that the secretary. since he had
Yorke at first.
And what would that astute old fox,
Peter Lowndes, have to say to it all
when he could lift the finger paralysis
had laid across his lips?
The afternoon waned. and eveninG
came. and found Yorke still sitting los,
In thought But now his meditations
lad shifted themselves faithfully, in
sistently back to the problem which de-
manded his present efforts. He was
rurring his first accusory clue to
earth, and the conviction was growing
more and more assured within him that
it would lead him not one step nearer
to the nand which had sNuck down
Victoria Van Rensselaer,.
With the evening appeared John
Brent. the detective who was on Paul
Hi,dreth's trail. He had little to report.
but that little was significant. Mr.. Hill
dreth had not been at his club or the
brokers' office where he traded at any
time on Monday or Tuesday: and on
Tuesday afternoon late he had arrived
at mis- club travel-stained and muddy.
and had found awaiting him 4 tela-
gram which had evidently shocked him
greatly. All efforts at the other places
he frequented to account for his alb
sence on the Monday and Tuesday had
failed.
Yorke told the assistant detective 20
keep on the trail of Mr., HiIdreth, and
to report every twenty-four hours un-
til further notice.
The detective had scarcely left the
apartment, however. when he reap
peared. impatiently thrusting aside the
Indignant Williams, and exclaimed ex-
citedly:
Mr.. Yorke, Mr. Hildreth was just ap-
preaching the house as / passed out to
the vestibule. He's coming up now"
Good! YpH go down stairs. Brent
he'N -ass the elevator ,eammS- np-and
wait below until he leaves, then shadow
him again.
The front door closed behind the re-
treating form of Brent. and Yorke
turned on the central electric lights
and picked up a book.
A Continuation of This Story VIII
BE Found In TomOrrOH's
Issue OF The Times.