The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-10


 They searched the room, of course, and they found the money. They're on top now, but I'm going''-
 He stopped. for he had seen her face. She-taking a calm view of it? No, indeed Billy Magee saw that she was furiously, wildly angry. He remem- bered always having written it down that beautiful women were even more beautiful in anger. How, he wonder ed, had he fallen into that error?
 Please do not bore me- she said through her teeth with any further recital of what you .are going to do. You seem to have a fatal facility in that line. Your record of accomplish meht is pathetfcaIly weak. And-oh, what a fool I've been! believed. Even after last night, I believed
 q know" he said he1plessly, you're terribly disappointed. and don blame you. But you will find out that you've done me an injustice. Pm going''-
 ..One thing said she, smiling a smile that could have cut glass you are going to do. know that you won't Tail this time, because I shall personally see you through with it. You're going to stop making fool of
 ssTeIl me- pleaded Billy Magee. tell me who you arewhat this is all about Can't you see. I'm working in the dark? You must
 She threw open the card room door.
 .An English officer; she remarked loudly, stepping out into the other room. taught the admiral the game at least so he said. It added so much romance to. it in the eyes Of the rock ing chair fleet Can't you see-India- the hot sun-the Kipling local cobra silent, tanned, handsome man eternal ly playing solitaire on the porch of the barracks9 Has the barracks g porch?''
 Reused, hnmiIiated, bafHed, MT Ma gee felt his cheeks burn
 ssWe shall see what we shall see. ]" he 1nuttered
 ssWhy coin the inevitable into d bronnide2' she asked.
 MT. Magee Joined the group by the fire Never before in his life had he been so. determined on any thing as he was now that the package of money should return to his keeping. But how? How trace through this maze Of humans the present holder Of that precious bundle of collateral He looked at Mir Max, sneering his lem on colored sheer at the mayors side; at the mayor himself, j nonehalant as the admiral being photographed;E at Bland author of the ArabeIla fiction. spra wing at ease before the fire: at the tawdry Mrs. Norton and at Myra ThornhilI who had by her pleading the night before made him ridSculous. Who of these had the money now Who but Cargan and Max. their faces serene. their eyes eagerly on the prep arations for lunch, their plans for leaving BaIdpate Inn no doubt alEeady made?
 And then Mr Magee saw coming down the stairs another figure one he had forgot Professor Thaddeus Bol- ton, he or the Mysterious dialogue by the annex door. On the professors Forehead wasi surprising red scratch, and his eyes, no 1oager hidden by. the double convex lenses, stood revealed washed out gray in the light of noon.
 s.A most unfor tnnate accident. ex-9 plained the old man Most distress ing. have broken my glasses. am almost blind without them 7
 How'd it happen, Doc ?" asked MT. Cargan easily
 q came into unexpected juxtaposi- tfon with an open door, returned Pro fessor Bolton. Stupid of me, but I'm always doing it. Really. the agility displayed by doors in getting in my path is surprising '
 You and Mr. Max can sympat thize with each other. said Magee. s1 thought for moment your injuries might have been received in the same cause.'
 ..Don't worry, Doe z MT. Bland sooth- esx9 hin, 4<vva,I9 all keer, a vvna fIser eve out for reporters that want to connect you up with the peroxide blonds.
 The professor turned his intellectual gaze on the haberdasher. and there was staTtlingEy ironIc smile on his face.
 fTo be Continued,