Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1914-05-06


tons on the part OF his unseen inter
locutor.
Followed several minutes of intent
listening by Barnicle. then he said:
Mr.. Rudolph is not a gentleman
that shows is feelings, don't yknow,
and that is what makes me sure that
whatever is bothering him is serious. /
can tell when anything is a-worryin'
him" And. in a resentful tone: "'E
called me a satire. + as something
on is mind. so g as, yet 'e is a-sleepin'
like a 'ealthy hinfant"
Another pause.
Il observation-disclosures time tomorrow
night. | was afraid for a while that l
could not find an opportunity to call
you tonight; his coming 'ome so early
and unexpected like. don't y'know, and
his being that concerned quite took me
breath away"
Barnicle replaced the receiver as
noiselessly as he had taken it down,
and after switching off the lights stole
away TO regions best known to him
self.
Next morning, bright and early, Ru-
dolph Van Vechten was seated at his
writing-table, while Barnicle, tall,
white-haired, cadaverous OF counte-
nance, but extraordinarily efficient,
moved quickly about his morning
tasks, and so quietly that the young
man was not aware of his presence.
Van Vechten was compiling n list
of his friends and acquaintance in
London, together with such names of
Paige's friends as he could recall. Hav-
ing completed this to his satisfaction.
he next directed his attention to the
composition of a cablegram which, he
trusted, would elicit news OF Paige or
Mrs. Devereaux without occasioning
too much comment on the part of the
recipient.
1t was well after ten o'clock when
he finished his labors and departed.
The instant the door closed Barnicle
left off what he happened to be doing
at the time. and stood listening to the
footballs growing fainter in the hall.
Presently he heard his masters voice
utter a sharp Down." an ensuing
clank and clatter of the elevator door,
and Barnicle broke into activity again
fastening over to the writing-table,
papers. Van Vechten had left sew
eral rough drafts OF the cablegram and
also one or two complete, but badly
scratched list OF names One each OF
these Barnicle selected, carefully fold
ed and placed in his pocket.
In the meantime a taxi cab con-
veyed Van Vechten to the nearest
telegraph office, where he filed the
following message, directed to each
person on his list:
Have lost my Cousin Paige Carew's
address. She will not write until she
hears from me. Fear she is ILL., Can
you supply her present address,"
He left instructions that all replies
be delivered at the Powhatan. whittier
he betook himself to wait.
Barely had he made himself comfort
able in front OF one of the windows
overlooking the street. when the hall
door again opened He looked round
and beheld Tom Phinney. Reserving
his greeting until Tom drew nearer. he
was about TO turn away again, but
something in Toms appearance and
bearing abruptly struck him as being
bit cold He gave the truant a sharp
glance
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