The Washington herald., 1914-06-07

the man came back to her, every word ne had
uttered in his horribly playful mood, regarding
keeping her under his finger, seeing to 1t that
she could do moro harm to the working out
of his evil plans.
And her hand closed about the diary hidden
IN the bosom of her dress, the diary she had
read so many times she knew it well-nigh by
heart the diary with its tale Of gigantic power
and unscrupulousness in the accomplishment OF
chance did the honest, simple minded captain
have what chance did the officers of q mere
municipality have when they opposed themselves
by the lifting Of his hand?
The lifting of his hand, Just such lifting -
the he had just made to some unseen power
upon the wharf, giant power probably, yet
bent readily to do his will. She turned her eyes
toward him. eyes that were filled with a mute
sppeal, then turned them away again, sick at
heart as she caught the triumphant smile behind
the cruel steel of bis own. Still, strain though
she would toward that crowd upon the landing,
she could make out nothing suspicious. She could
even see the squad of policemen marching to-
ward the crowd, officers of the law she knew
were sent to protect her from any possible Vio-
1ence
Reassuring though the sight was, her steps
were laggard she marched down the plank
Almost Immediately she felt a pressing forward
in the fore ranks of the crowd, pressing for
ward that tended in her direction. She looked
about her and found mans face staring into
hers from every direction. There was no enmity
on those faces. They were not brutal, not even
evil. But there fixed purposefulness about
them, a grim regard Of her that told her in
stinctively they the minions of Hugo Lou
beque She had marked that same expression on
his own face as many times, that set, iron de-
termination to work out his purpose at any and
all costs. Yet not a hand was laid upon her, not
a voice lifted. She tried to force her way for
ward, but steady resistance met her. She at
tempted to 60 to the side Again that impalpable
power held her in the center of the crowd. In
an agony of despair she raised her eyes in mute
appeal to the rail where she had last seen the
captain. He would understand her distress,
would help her. But, to her dismay, she found
that the jam SO close, the heads of the men
towering, that even sight OF the vessel was
cut off from her. Then, just as heavily veiled
woman pressed toward her, with eyes that gilt
tered a menace matching poorly the afectionate
pose of her form, Lucille lifted her voice, only
to have her appeal smothered by the fierce en-
brace of the woman, who continually referred to
Lucille as "her poor sister"
She did not know how it worked, but
the crowd of men opened readily for the escort
and herself, not only opened but assisted them
along their way. The door of great limousine
stood open before her. She drew away, tried to
fight against the strength of the mysterious
woman, only to find the arm that held hers with
bands of steel. Swiftly she was hustled into the
car and before her companion had closed the
door, the shot forward, gaining speed with
every rod. The thunder Of plapks ceased as the
machine struck the asphalt.
The futility of further resistance made her
sink back against the cushions, sick with ap-
prehension of what to come dull apathy
gradually closing about her and soothing her
tired eyes. After all, she had known that Hugo
Loubeoue would be able to do he said, that
there could be adequate assistance against
him, so long she knew nothing Of his plans.
She recalled all that happened before in her
warfare to regain possession of the stolen pap
ers, seeing the hand of guiding Providence in
her every successful effort and the many escapes
she had made from what appeared certain death.
The car leaped like q living thing through
the streets of the city and then doubled upon
its tracks SO that she might have no chance to
place certain sites and gain some flea thereby
where her ultimate destination was. Lucille
studied her captor from under cover of her
heavy lashes. She could see but little of the face
for the heavy mourning veil swathing it. She
only made out that she appeared apathetic. dis
interested, now her portion of the work aseigned
to her had been carried through 1t seemed a
Characteristic attitude of all who worked for the
man. They were but cogs in vast machine, re-
sRonsive to the masters touch, sbedient but