The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-13
BICOFRS
EARL DER R
Copyright. 1915. by the Bobbs-Merrill
 Company
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 -Neveri'' cried Magee. This Is no summer hotel affair to me It's real in winter and summer love, my dear, in spring and fall, and when you go away I'm going, too, about ten feet behind-''
 "Yes,'' she laughed, 'they talk that way at Baldpate-the last weeks of summer. It's part of the game" They had come to the side of the hotel on which was the annex, and the girl stopped and pointed. teLooll'' she whispered breathlessly.
 In the window of the annex had ap- peared for a moment fickering yell low light.
 q know said MT. Magee. There's somebody in there. But that isn't inn pertant in comparison. This is no sum mer affair, dear. love you, and when you go away I shall follow
 t'And the book?''
 .T have found better inspiration than Baldpate inn"
 They walked along for time in si- lence.
 .sYou forget, said the girl, s.you only know who has the money"
 T will get it.'' he answered confi- dently. Something telis me will. Until T do am content to say no more-''
 ~Geodby,', said the girl. She stood in the window of her room, while harsh voice called, That you, dearie? P from inside. And I may add, 9 she smiled, ithat in my profession fol lowing is considered, quite desirable" :" She disappeared and MT. Magee, after few minutes in his room, de scended again tp the office. In the cen ter of the room Elijah Qui1nby and Hayden stood face to face.
 '.What is it. Quimby?' asked Magee. q just ran up to see how things find him here
 sOur latest guest,'' smiled Magee.
 'sI was just reminding MT. Hayden Quimby said, his teeth set, an angry light in his eyes, sstIlat the last time we met he ordered me from his office. l told you, MT. 1fagee, that the Subur- ban railway once promised to make use of my invention. Then MT. Ken dr1ck went away, and this man took charge When l came around to the offices again he laughed at me When I came the second time he called me a Ioafer and ordered me out.''
 AWell?'' Asked Hayden.
 sAnd now'' QuiInby went on, sI find you trespassing in. hotel left in my care-the tables are turned. I ought to show you the door. I ought to put you out-'
 .sTry it," sneered Hayden. NO" answered Quimby, "I ainst go ing to do it. Maybe it's because I've grown timid, breeding over my failure. Ixv1o hosS got the seventh key
 Hayden made no reply No one stir red for a minute, and then Quimby moved away, and went out through the dining room door.
 The seventh key! MT. Magee thrill ed at the mention of it So Elijah QuiInby knew the identity and the mission of the man who hid in the an mex Did any one else? Magee looked 2 at the broad acreage of the mayor s face, at the ancient lemon of Max's, at Bland's. frightened and thought fuI, at Hayden's, concerned but smfl- ing Did any one else know? An. yes. of course. Down the stairs the professor of comparative literature felt his way to foe1-
 s1s dinner 1eadyF' he asked, peering about
 The candles fickered weakly as they fought the stronger shadows. Winter roared at the windows. Somewhere above a door crashed shut. Close to its final scene drew the drama at Bald pate inn. MT. Magee knew it; he could not have told why. The others seemed to know it too. In silence they waited while the hermit scurried along his dim way preparing the meal. IT silence they sat while Miss Morton and her mother descended. Once there was little furry of interest wher Miss ThornhiII and Hayden met at the foot of the stairs.
 ~Myrar' Hayden cried. t.In heavens name, what does this mean ?s
 UnfortunateIy,r said the girl, s1 knoW-al it means.,'
 And Hayden fell back into the shad ows.