The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-11-21

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beli.c Jones being busy at the rear of
the house, the maid came 70 the door.
"Is Miss Hargreaye in ?Tt the ,stran-
ger asked. 90
] ., pNo'' abruptly, The door began to
:; close ever. SO slowly.
DO you know where I.ean find
herr"
The maid eyed him with covert keen
ness; then, remembering that the re-
porter was with Florence, said: ''I be-
lieve she is at the Rose Garden this
afternoon" -.
"That is in town?"
Eyes"
! Thanks" The man turned abrupt
: ly and ran down the steps.
: The maid ran back to Jones.
! why didn't you call met" he de-
manded impatiently.
There wasn't time"
."Hid you tell him where she wasp
Eyes. But shouldn't have told him
If Mr.. Norton had not been with Miss
Florence.
Jones ran to the front, dashed out,
eyed the back of the man Fastening
down the street smiled, and return
edeto his work, Or. rather. to the maid.
He took her by the shoulder, whirled
! her about, and shot loof into her
leyes thatSquailed her. -
ALWAYS call me hereafter, no mat
ter what In doing. That man las
never laid eyes on. Florence and has
| mo- idea what she looks like. Why
did you drug my coffee the night Of
that ball?"
"And how much did they pay you
| for. letting that doctor send Florence
to Atlantic City? 1 know every
thing. Hereafter, walk straight II
you play another trick I'll kill you
with these two hands. And listen and
tell this to your confederates; / al
ways know every move they make:
that is why no one Is missing from
this house. There is a traitor Let
them find him IL they can. VIII you
walk straight, or win yon leave?"
81 will walk strMght;," she falter-
ed. "The money was too big temp
tation.'
did they give it to you?"
Eyes. And more to stay here. But
this is the first bit of dishonest work
1 ever did,
We'll. remember what I have said.
Another misstep and I'll make an; end
10 you. Don't think I'm trying to
scare you. You've witnessed. enough
to know that it's life and death in this
house. Now run along"
|Bs At the Garden jim and Florence
sauntered am ng the crowd, not hav-
fas any .ltaiar objective point in
View. -
~"sh," whispered Jim. -
'.What is it?''
.Oiga Perigoff Is yonder in box"
Very we'll :: let us go, and sit. with
her. is she a1one?.
aApparentlysABu don't you think
we'd better 60 elsewhereT'
My dear young man." said Florence
with mock loftiness. "Olga Perigoff
hss written down as simple young
fool, and that is why, sooner or later,
I'm going to put the shee or The 9Th
|er foot You and Jones have coddled
me long enough. Inasmuch as am
the stake they are playing for in
tend to have something more than a
speaking part in the play !.
tsAl1 right; you're the ADMIRAL" he
said with pretended lightness.
SO the two OF them Joined their sub
tye enemy, conscience Of a tingle OF
zest as they did 80. On her part, the
countess was always suspicious Of the
sleepy-eyed reporter. She never could
tell how much he knew. But OF,
Florence she was reasonably certain;
and SO long as she could fool the prst-
Sy infant the suspieions of tho report
er wero Of q negligible quantity. She
greeted them extensively. aud offered
them chairs. For half an hour they
sat there; chatting iiiahiiiss, all the
while each mind busy with deeper con-
Germs! 8
when the man In search og Florence
eventually arrived and csked tho man.