Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-19
CHAPTER HI.
An Exit

Alexander!
 A page hastening cat-footed, after the manner of all well-trained pages. swerved abruptly from his course and bore down upon the window where the two friends were seated.
 Van Vechten waved in the direction of Number 1313
 Alexander" he said, Eve are going to breakfast, and we want you to hold these two chairs for us. Keep an eye upon that house across the way-thir- teen-thirteen. Observe whether any body departs, or whether anybody ar riyes, and make careful note of them. If anything unusual happens, come to me immediately in the grill Under stand?"
 Alexander signihed that he under stood and that he was willing to wait and watch-for even the clubs ser wants shared the general interest in the House of Mystery-and Alexander was already seated in one Of the va cated chairs, his eyes glued to the doorway opposite.
 There were only two other diners in 
 secluded corner, where the latter listened in blinking bewilderment to an account of the mornings happen ings. But, after all, he was no more mystified than the narrator. He was. however, all at once in spired.
 "I have it." he impetuously an
  not hungry now, anyway. What say ] to me walking up and ringing the bell at one O'clock?"
 But Van Yechten's comment was not | encouraging.
 Crude" was hhs word. q fear you will never learn anything beyond squash, yachts and polo ponies. Those men are not wandering blindly into the house; the indications all point to a prearranged meeting. They may be the tenants themselves: some sort of secret society,""
 Anarchists Tom yelled. A thought had but to enter his head to emerge at his mouth. The other two diners looked up, startl9d; but perceiving the source Of the outburst. they returned to their meals with expressions of pa tient endurance.
 Yes. anarchists" Van Vechten agreed; "even so. And you would have a nice, pleasant time getting in -or, once in. getting out again"
 "Oh, we'll we might try breaking in after dsrk-jimmy, you know. and all that sort of thing" a sarcasm which was frankly ignored.
 Tt has occurred to me-" pursued Van Vechten, picking daintily at his omelette souffie. that a person who has been at such pains to keep his identity hidden from the rest of the world, Is stimulated to do 80 by some powerful motive. If he Is a person oi intelligence 1t will be no light matter penetrating his secret; 1t might be dangerous for the meddler. And 1t il no business of ours"
 "Bats!" Tom Phinney exploded iI disgust You're losing interest al ready"
 The other elevated his brows ana leaned comfortably back in his chair
 Tommy" he returned weariedly "I am willing to try anything-once And, as you know, whatever ] under take l see through to the end, what ever that end may be. Just now am too depressed by this unceTtaint! about Paige-not to mention it's dis agreeable consequences-to become in terested in anything" Tt is deuced queer you don't heal from her, isn't it?" Tom felt callet upon to show polite concern.
 His friend sighed Since my cousiI is a womsn," he said. queer is no the word. Her disregard for my an, Uncle Theodore's plans is just wha might have been expected; 1t is &, thoroughly feminine, as you woult know well enough if you had a will ful. pretty cousin like Paige. But b. the same token ] am no more resignel to sit twiddling my thumbs in thi bake-oven of a town until she choose to come home-or at least let me know about when to look for her" Just the same" insisted Tom. 'i she was my cousin I'd be worrying
 q am, Tommy-for myself. though not for her. But I was goinl