The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-01-22
he clumsily wrapped the suit in a

he clumsily wrapped the suit in a
newspaper.
| Not knowing what else to do, Helen
took the awkward bundle and hurried
home. Then she searched every peck
ct but they were empty, except for a
subway ticket and tobacco stamp
Then she called up Warren.
Thought So" when she told him
| TIN see him on the way home. He'll
| find he can't get away with this as
easy as he thinks"
But, Warren he didn't look guilty
or self conscious. He seemed very nat
, ural"
oh, he's shrewd enough to hood
wink you. You didn't think he'd give
himself away, did your"
But, dear, are you sure you left
1t in that coat?" Have you looked ev-
erywhere else?"
OF course I'm sure. Because you're
always forgetting where you put
th1ngs-don't think l am. I'll settle
with that man tonight
1t was almost six when he came
home. In a glance Helen saw that he
had not recovered the bill book
Did you go to the tailor's" she
asked cautiously.
1CS, Cullly.
She knew Warren always hated to
be questioned, that he always wanted
to wait and tell things at his own
time. But now she could not refrain
from asking:
What did he say, dear?"
What did he say!" irritably. Said
there was nothing in the pockets, of
course. But he looked as guilty as the
devil. He'll find he can't put across
any monkey business with me. l told
him if he didn't hand over that bill
book by nine o'clock tomorrow morn
ing I'd have an officer there. And by
George l will"
But, dear" hesitatingly. Il don't
think he looked guilty"
Huh, what do you know about it?
He could fool you without half trying.
He put up a pretty good bluff with
you, but l could see through him all
right. I can always tell when a mans
guilty. Never been wrong on that yet.
And this man-huh, it's a cinch. | had
him sized up before I'd been in that
shop two minutes. He'll hand over that
billbook in the morning-don't you
lose any sleep about that"
Late that evening as Helen folded
up the counterpart and turned down
the bed clothes for the night. she hap
pend to shove back the chair on which
Warren had thrown his suit that morn
ing. And there on the floor was the
billbook
"Oh, Warren, Warren" joyously. as
she ran eagerly into the front room.
Look, dear, here it is"
He turned sharply. But there was
no answering JOY in his face.
"Where did YOU find ito" he demand
ed.
Under the chair on which you laid
the suit this morning.
suppose it never occurred to yOu
to look there BEFORE sarcastically.
"Why Warren. you said you were
sure and then, as she saw the gath
ering scowl on his face, she stopped.
She had lived with Warren long en-
Ough to know that one Of the things
that made him most furious was to
be proven in the wrong. And she rea-
lized now, as she stood there with the
billbook in her hands, that he would
find it in this way
In a flash she thought of all the
things he had said, of his assurance
Of its being in his pocket and Of his
positive repeated assertion that the
tailor had looked guilty. But for the
sake Of peace she must make him feel
that she was not thinking of these
things. Even the secret realization of
his own cocksureness when he had
been wrong always irritated him.
And this was not the only time
Helen had found it expedient to
smooth things over in this way. Over
and over again there had come up
incidents in which she had pretended
that he had not been wrong, even
when the facts were absurdly clear as
they were now.
Most men. when they have been so
positive, hate to admit that they were
wrong-but Warren never admitted
it. And it always threw him into a