Bisbee daily review., 1913-08-10

What affair."" asked Standish, un- moved. Please explain. My time is limited"
 If you're referring to your time in politics, it is. It ends tonight. There! Therei Don't get huffy. You've got nerve all right I grant you that What affair hey? Why, the affair with the Woman whom you registered as your wife, under the name of Fowler. at a country hotel up in New York state. That's all Hardly worth mentioning, hey?"
 As he had talked, Blake had let his gaze wander over the ceiling. the walls-anywheTe except at Matthew Standish. Yet he had missed not one detail of the younger mans expres- sion. There was nothing, however, to be read in that expression. Standish's heavy face was mask-like, blank, save for a faint tinge of polite bewilder ment.
 But Blake was far too wise a reader of men to go by the sign in face. He let his mildly wandering glance shift, as if by accident, to Standish's hands. They were tightclenched. So tight that the knuckles showed white from the convulsive pressure.
 Another campaign yarn" smiled Standish, and his voice was as inex- pressive as his face. Isn't it rather old-fashioned to spring lies of that sort? The public doesn't stand for them nowadays. Proofs are needed" !"
 "Really?' drawled Blake. Why, Standish, sometimes your knowledge of up-to-6ate conditions simply daz- zles me. That's what it does. Dag zles me"
 And now" pursued Standish, turning to go.
 And now" echoed Blake, we've got you with the goods. Don't bluff, | man. No blufT ever won a penny after the cards were laid face upward. And hey're face upward now. You know hat I mean. And you know we've got you dead to rights. Five years ago you spent a week with a woman at B hotel whose proprietor can and will identify you. Any expert can swear that the registered name, 'Fowler' is in your handwriting It was in March. Congress was still in session. But you gave out word that you'd gone to the mountains to rest. We've got the dates. We've got ever fact proved. Man, can't you see I'm trying to help you? Give. me a chance to-"
 Standish, his face still a mask, was staring at the floor At last he raised his eyes--the dark tired eyes in whose depths Self and Love and Happiness had so long ago burned out. And turn ing to Blake, he. said evenly:
 50 you have dug all that up. have you? I might have expected it. Ir fact I have expected it. But it hasn't worried me. Because you can't harm me with such story"
 'NO?" asked Blake, with real inter est. Why not?"
 You know perfectly well why not answered StaRdish, the story wou' amount to the paper you would print ] it on unless you can supply the nam' of the Woman. And you cant dc that"
 What makes you think we can supply the Woman's name2" demand ed Blake. What makes you thinl we haven't found herr"
 Because" began Standish; then hC checked himself and said somewhat lameIy, "because-I have good req l sons for knowing you haven't"
 "H'm! Still keep as close in tOuCi with her as all that? Marks detective: must be fooIish-house graduates. Well I'll admit we haven't found her-yet But we will before midnight. You lef some pretty easy clues and they're be ing followed. That's the trouble witt man who has something to hide He'll lock and double-bar nine door to discovery; and leave the tenth wid, open with a Welcome sign over it And that's just what you did. Why son." he went on, noting Standish'i half-smile of incredulity, eff I wasn' dead sure of getting her, would I b. such a fool as to tell you all this? Ant whatever else Jim Blake's been called no ones yet tied 'fCor to his name. ' tell you once more, we'll have he . name by midnight at the very latest Of course she doesn't know we'r tracking her" he continued, chucklini as at his own shrewdness- I've seel | to it that she hasn't the slightest sus , picion And that makes our work ai } the easier She doesn't know. Am l there's no one to warn her. It's ! cinch!"
 His voice trailed Of into a selfsatis fled laugh. Nor was the laugh who'll t assumed. For he saw Staudish' [ hands slowly clench again. And fey ], beads of sweat were beginning | ' show themselves upon the insurgent' forehead.
 CHAPTER VIII.