Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-22
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friend left? I'm Allan Harrowby. Ask
Jephson. If l weren't, that policy that's
causing you so much trouble wouldn't be
worth the paper it's written on"
That's right too. Well, admitting you're
Harrowby, how are you going to prove it,"
I've an idea,' Harrowby replied.
Everything comes to him who waits.
What is it,"
"a very good friend of mine, an old Ok
ford friend, is attached to Our Embassy at
Washington. He was planning to come
down for the wedding. III telegraph him
to board the next train
Good boy" said Minot. aThat's regu-
lar idea. Better send the wire at once
narrowly promised, and they parted. In
the lobby below Minot met Jack Paddock.
Paddock looked drawn and worried.
working up my stuff for the dinner the
little Lismore lady is giving to the bridal
party tomorrow night he confded. "Say,
it's no cinch to do two of them. Can't you
suggest topic that's liable to come up"
yes smiled Minot, Il can suggest one.
Fake nobleman." And he related to Pad
dock the astounding events of the morning.
THAT Sunday that had begun so startling
1y progressed as a Sunday should, in
peace. Early in the afternoon Harrowby
hunted Minot up and announced that his
friend would arrive Monday noon, and that
the Meyricks had agreed to take no definite
step pending his arrival.
Shortly after six o'clock delayed tele-
gram was delivered to Minot. 1t was from
Thacker, and it read:
Have located owner of yacht Lileth. Its
real name Lady Evelyn. Stolen from owner
in North River. He is on his way South. Will
look you up on arrival. !
Minot whistled. Here was new twist
for the drama to take.
At about the same time that Minot re-
ceived his message similar slip of yellow
paper was put into the hands of Lord Har-
rowby. Three times he read it, his eyes
staring, his cheeks flushed.
Then he fled to his rooms. The elevator
was not quick enough: he sped up the stairs.
Once in his suite, he dragged out the nearest
travelling bag and began to pack like mad
man.
MINOT was finishing leisurely and lone
A'A 1y dinner about an hour later when
Jack Paddock ran up to his table. Pad
docks usual calm was sadly ruffled.
"Dick," he cried, "here's news for you!
l met Lord Harrowby sliding out side door
with suitcase just now
Minot leaped to his feet. what does that
mean?" he wondered aloud.
3Meano" answered Paddock. at means
just one thing. Old George had the right
dope. narrowly is fake. He's making
his getaway"
NIinot threw down his napkin. ooh, he
is, is hep he cried. @Well, I guess not!
Come on, Jack"
"What are you going to do?"
@I'm going down to the station and stop
him. He's caused me too much trouble to
let him slide out like this. A fake, eh?
Well, I'll have him behind bars tonight"
A negro cab driver was, by superhuman
efforts, reused to hasty action. He ratified
the two young men wildly down the silent
street to the railway station. They dashed
into the drab little waiting room just as a
voice called:
Train for the North! Jacksonville! Sa-
vannah Washington! New York;"
@There he isl" Paddock cried, and pointed
to the lean figure of Lord Harrowby slipping
out the door nearest the trainshed.
Paddock and Minot ran across the wait
ing room and out into the open. In the dis
lance they saw Harrowby passing through
the gate and on to the tracks. Theyiran up
just in time to have the gate banged shut in
their faces.
"Here!' cried Minot. @I've got to get in
there. Let me through