The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1914-09-09

lie smiled and chuckled. Some bright
morning he would have all New York
by the ears, the police running round
in circles, and the chiefs Of the rival
sheets tearing their hair. What a
story! Four columns on the first page,
and two whole pages Sunday. . .
And all Of a sudden ne ceased to
smile and chuckle.
In the living room Of the Princess
Olga Perigoff's apartment the mistl ess
lay reading on the divan. There was
no cigarette between her well shaped
| lips, for she was not the accepted type
Of adventures. In fact, she was not
an adventures; she was really the
| Princess Perigoff. Her maiden name
had been Olga Pushkin; but more of
that later.
When Braine came in he found her
dreaming with half closed eyes. He
lourished an evening newspaper.
"Olga, even the best Of us make
mistakes. Here, just glance over
this"
The Russian accepted the newspa-
per and read the heading indicated:
"Aeronaut picked up far out at sea.
Slips ashore Prom tramp steamer. Had
five thousand in cash in his pockets"
"Hargreave escaped"
mot necessarily" she replied. III
1t was Hargreava he would have had
more than five thousand in his peck
cts. My friend, I believe it an at
tempt to fool you; or 1t Is another
man entirely" She clicked her teeth
with the tops of her polished nails.
There are two young women in
the house. What the deuce can that
mean?"
1.-TWO young women? o! then ev-
erything's as simple as daylight. Kat
rina Pushkin, my cousin, had a child"
Child? Hargreave had a child?
What do you mean by keeping this
fact from me?" he stormed.
1T was useless till this moment. He
probably sent for her yesterday; but
in his effort to escape had to turn her
over to his butler. We shall soon
learn whether Hargreave is dead or
alive. We caaIuse the child to bring
him back"
The anger went out Of his eyes.
You're a wonder, Olga"
"But you should have gone with
Vroon last night. He does everything
just as you tell him. When they re-
ported that H~argreave had visited
Ort's hangar you ought to have pre-
pared against such a coup as flight
through the air"
II admit it. But a daughter! Well,
] can bring him back" with a sinister
laugh. "By the Lord Harry, I have
him in my hands this time, that is, If
this girl turns out to be his daughter.
A million? Two, three, all he has in
the world. I want you to pay a visit
right away. Watch the butler, Jones.
He'll lie, of course; but note how he
treats the girl; and If you get the
chance look around the walls for a
secret panel. He might not have car
ried away the cash at all, only enough
for his immediate needs, which would
account for that five thousand on the
man picked up at sea. II I>could only
get inside that house for an hour!"
"I believe I'll call at nee. Leo,
was Hargreave the mans real name?"
Braine laughed. THAT is Of no vital
consequence. He will be Hargreave
till the end of the chapter, dead or
alive. You can tell me the news at
dinner tonight"
So, later, when the butler accepted
her card at the door, loath as he
might be, there was nothing for him
to do but admit her.
Whom do you wish to see,
madam" stepping back into the shad-
ow.
Miss Hargreave. I'm an old friend
Of her mothers"
There is no such person here"
"To whom, then, does this hat be-
long," she asked quietly. She waved
her hand indolently toward the hall
rack.
Jones' lips frightened. THAT belongs
to Miss Gray, a kind of protege Of Mr..
H~argreave's." ..
Indeed! You have no objections
to my seeing her? My maiden name
was Olga Pushkin, cousin to Katrina,
wife of Stanley Hargreave. l am, If
you will weigh the matter carefully,
| q kind Of aunt"
To Jones it was as If ice had sud-
denly come into contact with his
hearts blood. But as he still stood
in the shadow, she did not observe
the pallor of his face.
"If you will state exactly why you
wish to see, her, madam"
"You seem to possess authority"
Eyes, madam, absolute authority"
Jones produced his document and
presented it to her. ,
There is no flaw in that" she
| agreed readily. 81 wish to see the
child. I have told you why"
VERY well, madam" Why had
they not %telegraphed the child, even
on the train, to return to Farlow's. He
knew nothing of this woman, whether
she was an enemy or a friend. He
conducted his unwelcome guest into
the library.
How did you know that she was
| here?" suddenly.
But she was ready. II did not. But
the death Of Mr.. Hargreave brought