Evening star., 1914-04-26

handling them. Heres window opener"
Good boy!" said Haggerty as teacher
would have commended a bright pupil
And door-chain litter. Nothing lack
ing. Did he hit you with these?'
"Ye-up."
what are these regular keys for?'
Gone o them unocks a door Haggerty
smoked luxuriously.
Forbes eyed the ordinary keys with more
interest than the burglarious ones. Hag
gertv was presently astonished to see the
artist produce his own key ring.
What now?"
"When Crawford went abroad he left
key with me. l am making some drawings
for an Egyptian romance, and wanted to
get some atmosphere
"Uhuh'
(Which key is it that unlocks door?"
asked Forbes, his eyes sparkling.
@Never1 get that out O your head, will
youo-
(Which key?"
"The round headed one."
Forbes drew the key aside and laid it
evenly against the one Crawford had left in
his keeping.
"By George"
whats the matter?"
"He's come back" in whisper.
Ou Ie d kec1l Olle. SIdWlOlQ ,
vally Mason is visiting in town."
CHAPTER x
L knots in net. These cannot be thrown
together haphazard, lest the big fish slip
through. At the bottom of the net is a small
steel ring, and here the many threads and
the many knots finally meet. Forbes and
Haggerty (who, by the way, thinks I'm a
huge Joke as a novelist) and the young man
named Webb recounted this tale to me by
threads and knots. The ring was of Kitty
Killigrew, for Kitty Killigrew, by Kitty
Killigrew, to paraphrase famous line.
At one of the quieter hotels (much patron
lied by touring Englishmen) there was regis
tered James Thornden and man. Every
afternoon Thornden and his man rode about
town in rented touring car. The man
would bundle his masters knees in a rug
and take the seat at the chauffeur's side, and
from there direct the journey. Generally
they drove through the park, UP and down
Riverside, and back to the hotel in time for
tea Thornden drank tea for breakfast
along with his bacon and eggs, and at
luncheon with his lamb or mutton chops,
and at five o'clock with especially baked
mullins and apple tarts.
Thornden never gave orders personally:
his man always attended to that. lhe
master would, early each morning, outline
the days work, and the man would see to it
that these instructions were fulfilled to the
letter. He was an excellent servant, by the
way, light of foot, low of voice, serious of
face, with pair of eyes that l may liken to
nothing so well as to set of acetylene blow
pipes,-bored right through you.
The master was middle aged, about the
same height and weight of his valet He
wore full dark beard, something after the
style of the early SOS of last century. His
was also serious countenance, tanned, dig
nified too; but his eyes were no match for
his Wallets: too dreamy, introspective.
Screwed in his left eye was monocle, down
from which flowed broad ribbon. In pub
lie he always wore it. No one about the
hotel had as yet seen him without it, and
he had been guest for more than a fort
night
He drank nothing in the way of tipple;
though his man occasionally wandered into
the bar and ordered a stout or an ale. After
dinner the Wallets time appeared to be his
own; for he went out nearly every night.
He seemed much interested in shop win
dows, especially those which were filled with
curios. Thornden frequently went to the
theater; but invariably alone.
Thus they attracted little or no attention