Putnam patriot., 1914-08-07
DAY OF
 DAYS
 By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE Copyright. 1912. by rhe Frank A. Munsey Co.
Copyright. l9i1. by the Frank A. Munsey Co.
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE

Then Marian I'm to understand it's-good niSht:"
 q think" said the girl. with level look of disdain. it might be far better if you were to understand that it's goodby"
 He shrugged again. and his eyes wavering. of a sudden met r. Syba- rites and stabbed them with a glance of ruthless and unhridled hatred, so envenomed that the little man was transiently conscious of misgiviug.
 Here" he told himself in doubt, ''is one who. given his way, would have me murdered within twenty-four hours And he thought of Red Novem- Der. Almost undoubtedly the gunman had escaped arrest.
 Shaynon, with no other word. turned and strode away toward the Fifth ave nue entrance. Marian reused P. Syba- rite with a word
 .sFiniS," she said enchanting him with the frank intimacy of her smile
 They came to the carriage entrance where the crush of waiting people had somewhat thinned-not greatly.
 Leaving Marian in the angle of the doorway. r. Sybarite pressed out to the booth of the carriage call appara- tus, gave the operator the numbered and perforated cardboard. together with a coin. saw the man place it on the machine and shoot home a lever that hissed and spat blue fire, then turned back.
 What was the number?" she asked as he approached Did you notice? I did, but then thought of something else, and now I've forgotten"
 'sTwo hundred and thirty" replied P Sybarite absently.
 Between the two there fell little pause of constrained silence ended by Marian.
 T want to see you again very soon Mir Sybarite. Come tomorrow to tea at the Plaza"
 'Thank you"
 Above the hum of chattering voices rose the below of the carriage porter. ''Two-thirtyr'
 My car" said the girl. with start
 A handsome town car stood at the curb beneath the permanent awning of iron and glass. Hurrying across the sidewalk. Marian permitted r. Syba- rite to help her into the vehicle.
 Transported by this proof of her graciousness, he gave the chauffeur the address. Hotel Plaza"
 With the impudent imperturbability of his breed. the man nodded without looking round
 From the body of the vehicle Ma rian extended a white gloved hand: Good night, Mir. Sybarite Tomorrow at 5."
 Touching her fingers. P Sybarite raised his hat, but before he could utter the response ready upon his tongue. he was seized by the arm and swung rudely away from the door At the same time voice-the property of the owner of that unceremonious hand addressed the porter roughly:
 "Shut that door and send the ear along! I'll take charge of this gen tlemanr'
 In this speech an accent of irony inhered to eXasperate P Sybarite. Half a hundred people were looking su listening. Angrily he wrenched lis arm free.
 What the deyil''-he cried into the face of the aggressor, and. in the act of speak king. recognized the man as him with whom Bayard Shaynon had been conversing in the lobby.
 "I'm the house detective here" the other answered. holding his eyes with an inc sorable glare. And if it's all the same tD you we're going to have quiet little talk in the office" he added with jerk of his head.
 A sidelong glance discovered the fact that Marian's car had moved away. Doubtless she had left in ignorance of this outrage. or perhaps thinking him accosted by hapchance acquaintance.
 Very we'll" said P Sybarite, boiling with rage beneath thin ice of submis- sion.