The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1914-11-13

1t Was Mr.. undergraduates Father.
door. They stood for several moments
in the shelter of the vestibule, compar-
ing the English of Oscar Wilde to that
of the King James Bible. Then Leigh
found his latchkey and Pedro turned
homeward.
But he was not destined to reach the
studio Immediately.
Before he had gone to the end of
the block he turned and stood quite
motionless, looking up at Leigh's win
dow, where dim light soon appeared
behind the cracked and yellow blinds.
Until this light had been extinguishad
he waited, looking up with a strange
expression in his eyes. Then, when
the window went dark, he buried his
face in his hands and seemed to purge
his soul of some trouble. After a mo-
ment or two, however, he abruptly
squared his shoulders and resumed his
homeward way, only to be halted by
the sight of two men, who issued from
the swinging door of a little subter-
ranean cafe and paused together un-
der a street lamp.
At his first glimpse of the taller of
the two men, Pedro's heart gave
great thump of surprise. 1t was Mr..
Vanderpool Iris father! And who
was the disrephtable-looking fellow to
whom he was talking? Why had the
chap such familiar look? Where had
he seen the fellow before? Impossible
to remember But whatever their for
mer encounter, it paled in interest be-
side the fact that the mystery he had
undertaken to unravel was probably
being enacted, in part, under his very
nose.
Clearly some mischief was afoot. By
his tone and gestures the smaller man
appeared to be debating to the mil
lionaire, who followed his words anx-
iously. Assuming a careless manner.
Pedro pulled his cap far down over
his eyes and walked past the two.
"a week is impossible; too long, by
far" the Misunderstanding person was
saying as Pedro passed. Il warn you
it must be ready by three days from
now at the latest"
VanderpooPs low-voiced reply did
not reach the straining ears of Pedro,
who had stepped into an areaway just
beyond. where he could watch through
the railing without being seen him.
self. But he could hear nothing fur
ther, owing to the direction of the
wind. What was TO be done? How
strange that chance should have let
him stumble upon the action OF a mys-
terry which he had scarcely believed in
the existence of! And mystery there
was, beyond a doubt, else why this
meeting in little. unnamed wine eel
lar-why this hour of the night? But
how should he, Pedro, act? Follow
Vanderpool? Perhaps! In all prob
ability the millionaire would go di-
rectly home. Follow the other? That
might prove more fruitful. While he
waited in perplexity his problem was
decided for him by the appearance of
a cab, which Vanderpool hailed, and,
getting into, drove off.
After waiting a moment to make
certain of the direction taken by the
cab. the man with whom Vanderpool
had been talking started off rapidly.
On the instant Pedro was shadowing
him, lodging in and out of the darker
spots and keeping at a discreet dis
tance.
After a few moments he realized
that they were bound in the direction
of his own studio! The man was evi-
IDENTIFY in a hurry and did not pause,
nor once look around. And all the
time Pedro puzzled his head as to
where he had seen the fellows back