Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-09-13


tryn to beat it with the old buffers daughter and had
stubbed his in the getaway Peter painfully excogtacd
the inevitable conclusion that the only thing he could do
wait and watch He comorted himself little with the
cold assurance that Craven with his daughter
Whatever old Tads shortcomings Peter couldn't believe he
would suffer hair of Lydas innocent head be harmed
Only
What the deuce keeping the two of them there SO
long?
Then abruptly second taxcab swung round of Park
avenues scrubby little ovas of grass and srubbery slid
into 10Th street. checked briefly front 9S DISCHARGED
two passengers and slipped away toward Madison avenue
Peter recognized something familiar in the association of
long and slender with short and stoutist as the
two lodged hastily into the basement of number SO
and disappeared.
Musical comedy rogues,' unused the perturbed young
"the tall thin scoundre and the short fat sharper:
Messrs Southpaw Smith and Gordon of course. What in
thunder Confound it, she must be all right! Craven
would never let anything happen to her."
He began to ume mpotenty. No good trying the front
door again.
THEN he thought Of consulting Quoin by telephone and
had started back through 10Th toward the corner
drugstore when taxcab shot round from the avenue,
passed at smart clip, and Immediately slid
stop, while the door swung open and man. jumping out
hailed sharply:
aPeter!"
4Quon-thank God! How in the name of WONDER
Found Craven had left the Great Eastern, TAXED back
to the Magrave got the address Miss Craven gave
the carriage porter Luckily you made such sensation
boiling after her taxi that had fixed the number the
fellows memory Now what's up?'
Briefly Peter detailed the nconcsive unsatisfactory
circumstances of his vigil.
an through the basement, you sayl" Quoin pondered
this darkly "Looks like to trick somebody-Craven
at a guess Come along
Graspng Peters arm the detective troted him rapidly
back toward number 98
"What you going to dor"
LET developments guide u.s."
"You mean to try to get in2"
"No mean to get in 'Quoin corrected grimly.
How'll you make EN- admit your
Don't know precisely, yet But we're going to find
out something going to Miss Craven and get her
personal she's all right the deuce of
in this quiet neighborhood Not only that but I'm still
pining for chat with Craven"
They ascending the brownstone steps, Quoin rang
imperativey.
"Stand back moment" he suggested. @Let do the
talking"
Peter had barely withdraw one side when the
of the house out through the vestibule and
hurredly opened the outer door.
AS it opened Quoin entered. Peter heard him say pleas
antly Good evening, Mrs. Elsworthy" and after that
sort of stranged gasp from the moment later
Quoin moving on, Peter her clearly.
She had fallen back against the closed door, banched and
trembling destitute Of every shred of her amable self
possession Of half hour earlier. Her eyes fixed in
Quoins face She made effort to speak, but
evoked only dry, raspng sound.
"Youre not ill., trust Mrs Ellsworthy?'
There sardonic infection in Quoin's voice that
seemed to Peter trhe unnecessary
II thought she gasped and guped, II thought you
the doctor"
otherwise you wouldn't have let in, presumed Is
there anything really serious the matter?'
Craven" the woman painted
Quoin started with horror "Craven" he terated them
controlling himself, I understanding of the SORT
You've phoned for DOCTOR you say? While we're waiting
let me have a look at the poor devil"
CHAPTER XIII
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