Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-10

other. "Who are youY
 "Who-meT echoed P. Sybarite in surprise. CThe girl was now instruct. ing the chauheur). Why" he drawl- ed, 'T'm the guy that put the point in disappointment. Surely you've heard of meY"
 At the curb the door of the ta1icah closed with a slam. Simultaneously the drone of the motor thickened to rumble. The man with the twisted mouth turned just in time to see it drawing away.
 "Hiw be cried in surprise and dis may.
 But the taxi didn't pause. To the contrary. it stretched out toward Ninth avenue at a qulckenlng pace.
 With profanity, appreclatlng the fact that he had been tricked, he pick ed up his heels in pursuit. But P. Sybarite had not finished with him. Deity plucbing the man back by the tail Of bis full sldrted opera coat be succeeded in arresting bis flight before 1t was fairly started.
 With a vicious snarl. the man turned and snatched at bis cont But P. Syb- arite added implacably:
 'We were discussing your nOse." ho persisted.
 At discretion. he interrupted himself to duck beneath the swing of a power ful fist And this last failing to find mark, threw its owner oh his bal ance. Tripping awkwardly over tho low curblng of the dooryard walk, he reeled and went a-sprawl on his knees, while his hat fell otf and Csuch is the impish habit of toppersl rolled and bounded several feet away.
 Releasing the cloak. P. Sybarite withdrew to a respectful distance and held himself coolly alert against repri- sals that never came. The other pick ed himself up quickly, cast about for the taxicab. discovered 1t swiftly mak- ing or already forty yards distant, and with a howl of rage bounded through the gate and gave chase at the top of his speed as the taxi turned the northern corner
 Grayely P sybarite retrieved the strangers hat Then be went back to the stoop and sat down
 Turning the aifair over in his mind, P. sybarite decided Cfairly enough) that it was on the whole mysterious lend ing at least some color of likelihood to Georges gratuitous guesswork.
 Certainly it would seem that one now had every right to assume Miss Molly Leasing to be other than as she chose to seem. She might very well be Marian Blessington after all
 Tn which case the man with the twisted mouth was. more probably than not, none other than that same Bayard shaynOn, whom the young lady was reported to have tilted
 Turning the topper over fin his hands, it suddenly occurred to P. sybarlte to wonder if he did not in 1t hold a valu- able clew to this enigma of identity. Promptly be took the hat Indoors to find out Investigating it most thor oughly by the dickering. bluish glare of the lonely gas jet that burned in the hallway.
 It was a handsome and heavy hat of English manufacture. It carried nei- ther name nor initials on It's lining, and lacked every least hint as Co It's ownership-or. as it seemed, until the prying fingers of P. Sybarite turned down the leather and permitted a visit. Ing card concealed therein to futter to the floor
 The hall rack was convenient. Hang ing up the hat, p. sybarite picked up the card. It displayed in conventional script the name Bailey Penheld. with the address, o7 West Forty-dfth street One corner, moreover. bore a penciled hieroglyphic which seemed to read, 70. K.-B. P."
 "Whatever." P. sybarite mused. ''that may mean."
 He turned tho card over and exam aed its unmarked and taciturn re- verse.
 stealthy footsteps on the stairs dis rncted his studious attention from the card. He looked up to see George de- scendlng with the wash pitcher wrap