The Washington herald., 1914-11-08

bIOoke neSlldtcu- ne Inspector Tone
was eager, almost inpatient
at was man think she met at
the Cafe Lugano, just restaurant ac-
quaintance"
WAS he dark, with a small, black
mustache, brown, freckled complexion,
well-dressed, looked like a military
man?' the inspector asked quickly.
THAT is an exact description of him, =
Brooke admitted. "Who is he? What
do you know about him ?"
The Inspector glanced at the clock.
what time did you say they were
lunching?" he asked.
Between half past one and two"
Brooke replied q left them there"
THAT confirms my information" the
inspector said, half to himself. 1T is
now past S o'clock You'll excuse me
for minute. if you please"
|. He went to the telephone and gave
few rapid orders. Then he turned
round to Brooke.
You've heard of the Glen Terrace
tragedy, Mr.. Brooke?" he asked.
"Of coursel What about it,"
The man whom you saw lunching
with Miss Robinson is the man we
are shadowing for it" the inspector de-
clared. I'VE can't arrest him at the
moment because there isn't sufficient
evidence. All that we can do is to
watch and see that he doesn't get away.
I'm as confident that he did il as that
I'm standing here at this moment, but
if we try to put our hands on him too
quickly, and he once gets away, he is
safe for life.
Miss Robinson took the matter up
entirely on her own account She had
an idea that she could get the evidence
we are lacking. | told her it wasn't a
in. She only smiled at me She IS q
determined young lady, as ! dare say
you know. Anyway, she has been meet
ing this man for the last few days,
and she told me to be here at 8 O'Clock.
She expected, believe, to have some
thing definite to say. l don't mind con-
Tossing that l am little worried about
it. It seems
"You say your men are shadowing
him?" Brooke interrupted quickly.
Cant we find out exactly where he IS ?"
They lost him after leaving the res
taurant," the inspector replied. ut
seems he went in by the hotel and must
have come out by the restaurant en-
trance. We could have had our hand
upon his shoulder any time during the
last three months, and there isn't the
least chance of his being able to es-
cape out of the country. But where he
is at this precise moment / must admit
l don't know"
Shall 60 to the restaurant" Brooke
asked, "and find out if any one re-,
members their leavingF
Il have gone as far as that myself,
the inspector remarked. What was
told bears out what you say. Miss Rob
inson and Delamoir left the Cafe Luz
gano together in taxicab at five min
utes to two"
Brooke glanced at the clock,
MY Godp he muttered- That was
more than three hours agoP
The sun was shining between the
showers and the sky was Unexpectedly
blue when Constance and the man with
whom she had been lunching left the
little restaurant in Old Compton street
They stood for a moment upon the
pavement, and Constance, with fare
well nod, prepared to turn away;
Good morning, Mr.. Harold, she
said. 1--WE must have another talk some
day about these fancies of yours"
why not this afternoon?" he asked.
Don't you see how beautiful it is just
now? Couldn't you spare-say, one
hour? Do you know what l was going
to do? l was going to take taxicab
and drive about alone. Come with me-
She looked at him thoughtfully for
moment Her hesitation made him
the more insistent
DO come" he begged. '"You know
how nervous and broken down am.
To have any one near as calm and self
centered as you are is like sedative.
Please come, Just for one hour"
81 will come" she agreed.
He called a taxi and handed her in.
They passed through ST. James Park,
toward Buckingham Palace Now that
they had left the more crowded streets
behind, he seemed little more at his
ease.
"Let me advise you seriously" she
begged, ito go and see a nerve special
ist There is a man in Harley street
| could give you his sddress-to whom
ever so many barristers go, and mem
bers of Parliament"
He laughed curiously.
you think it is overwork only, he
groaned. Il wish-oh, only wish-II
dared tell you'll" -
She looked steadily ahead. There was
so little about him that she did not
know-one thing only.
why don't your" she murmured.
you are so sensible" he muttered.
you would not go into Mysteries.
81 am certainly not given to that
sort of thing" she assured him.
"You are a woman, too" he went on
very different from her, but still a
woman. In a way you would under
stand. Promise not to Jump out of the
taxicab?"
Il promise you that under no cir
cumstances will / attempt anything OF
the SORT" she replied.
''My name is not Harold" he con-
fessed, gripping the strap by his side
and shaking as he spoke. My name
is Richard Harold Delamoir-Delamoir,
you knowP
She turned her head.
Z seem to have heard the name late
w." she murmured.
t"Heard itP' he exclaimed. Haven't
you heard it at every street corner, seen
it on every newspaper placard?"
"Of course" she assented. you arel
the Richard Delamoir whose wife was
found poisoned in your house at Put
ney."
He looked at her, his lips parted, his |