The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1914-02-13

This intelligence alarmed its recip-
lent. but he did not show It, He mere
ly suggested. suavely: London. as
you are aware. is not all England. In
truth. 1t is no part of England at all
to anybody seeking quiet and rest"
"True enough. But IL is the CEN
trail information bureau when 1t comes
to cleaning news about anybody that
is anybody, wherever they may be In
that matter"
MIR. jenkins laugh was of a nature
to disarm resentment and invite con-
fidences.
Come. Mr.. Van vechten." he con-
tinucd brightly, you can be franker
with me and not bring about any dis
astrous results-can't you? You will
IL you pause to consider my point OF
view Here 1t is.
Miss Carew's social position is the
very highest; she is distinguished
figure not only in New York. but her
beauty and charm and talent-her
genius, might say-have been her
aided all over the country. For a
week or more cablegrams were fired
in to the papers dilating upon her
brilliant performances as a musician.
Next Ii Is announced that she Is 10
come home shortly-an event even Tor
New York. And then-dead silence.
When society-the public-has such
keen but respectful interest in her.
it's not fair for her to hide herself
away.
Don't you think" be concluded by
asking, that you ought to tell me
where she isl"
Il am sorry" said Rudolph, that |
am not in position to accommodate
you, but must respect Miss Carew's
desire for seclusion." lie spoke a
trife stiniy, which was not his habit
at all. and felt decidedly uncomfort-
able.
Then came the one dreaded query:
30 you know where she isl"
He was nettled.
Really" he returned, you appear
to be attaching undue Importance TO
very commonplace s!tuation-indeed
without any warrant whatever, | as
sure you. Regardless OF my cousin S
position, she is as much entitled to
privacy as anybody else. i repeat
that | respect her desires, and must
insist that you do so too.
Jenkins pressed him no further.
TIE cab had now arrived opposite
Washington Place. and the reporter
asked to be dropped.
When ne was once more alone. Van
Vechten was annoyed at the extent
to which the interview had disturbed
HIM; feeling which he sought TO
relieve by mentally upbraiding his
cousin and promising himself ample
revenge in the days to come.
wait till see her." he assured
himself, 'if I don't give her a pleas
ant quarter Of an hour! Paige has a
devil Of temper. and | can MAKE
it hurt"
However on his arrival at the Pow
hatan he was to be still further dts
turbed. He found Mr. Flint waiting
for him, who, as soon as he entered
the lounging-room, drew him OF into
a corner
The detective produced from his
pocket a gold-mash purse, which he
handed to Van Vechten.
did you ever see that before?" he
quietly asked.
1t looked very familiar. very like
one he had given Paige her last birth
day. But there we're thousands OF
similar purses, and the circumstance
signified nothing.
open it," said Mr.. Flint.
The young man obeyed mechanic
ally. His nostrils were assailed by
delicate, familiar fragrance; still
he was not consciously apprehensive.
He perceived a pair of gloves, small
gold vanity-box, few hairpins and
an old-fashioned silver card.case. He
viewed this latter with shock OF
surprise; next instant he had 1t open
and one of the cards in his hand.
To his utter amazement, the card
bore his cousins name.
One thought alone chung persistent
ly in his mind: Paige was in England,
and here was her purse in New York.
1t might have left her possession only
within the hour, too the faint, sweet
perfume was so much an intimate
part of herself, so typical of her ex-
quisite femininity, of her individual
ity. that her presence here in the
i,,, a, % orta it,Ix
indicated.
No wonder that he was dumfound-
ed No wonder that he remained star
ing blankly at the glittering object
until the detectives voice aroused
him.
"Mr. Van Vechten," said Mr.. Flint.
do you know where Miss Paige ca
rev is?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)