Evening star., 1915-01-03

away hard-featured, commonplace looking with
a black mustache who looked trife out of place in
such surroundings, sat eating his dinner with paper
propped up before him, yet with his eyes wandering
often round the He seemed to glance
toward either Sybl Jermyn; but they
changed a look and they knew. Jermyn tossed off
glass of wine.
"My attendant he whispered
She shook her head. "Surely mine! 1 see him wher-
ever go'
He leaned toward her. Dear" he said, sometimes
l wish | had talked to YOU more openly. What want
you believe is that they may watch and watch and
suspect but the thing is dead. There is evil
dence to be swept up The cleverest in the world
would only find all the doors locked. The shadow is
terrible, lying path all the time; but the
danger is over-there is danger"
"You really believe that?' she asked, with little
gasp of relief
"I of it." he answered. "For the rest, wish
could take away those other and darker thoughts.
You know we'll as l do that Lakenham not
good man. You know we'll as 1 do what sort of bar
gain he trying to drive Such invites
psals 1t is part of the game he plays and part of the
risk he runs.
She closed her eyes for moment. When she opened
them again, however, something of the haggard suffering
seemed to have passed from her face. Il glad
have spoken of this she said. "Tonigh-no, not to-
night, perhaps, but very soon-I going to tell you
of that chapter of my past that Lord Lakenham recalled
to me, which drove almost mad with terror. You
shall know Jermyn, and you shall judge. After ALL it
doesn't matter very much now.
Mary claimed their attention. From that
point their little feast became almost uproarious They
chatted of the play and its possibilities; they talked
nonsense they might have done few months ago.
For that hour any rate they had stepped out of the
shadow. The who looked his paper and
watched them every and then nothing of brood
ing in their faces. To all appearance they the
lghtest-hearted little group in the place.
At few minutes past eight Jernyn drove with them
to the Gaiety and left them the door, Sybi turned
round to her hand as they disappeared The old
delightful smile had parted her lips her eyes shone into
his There even dash of the old coquetry in the
way she carried her head the swing of her exquisite
figure Jernyn stood on the pavement for moment
two after they had disappeared. Then he turned
away and drove to his rooms.
THAT night very demon of unrest possessed him.
He had no engagements, and he had proposed to
spend the evening work he doing for
review His efforts settle down, however all in
vain His brain was full of torturing thoughts. Out
of the shadows Lucille seemed continually to and
mock him with her smooth, cold voice, the of her
lips the CLEAN of her eyes, passionate, yet mlnatory
He heard her calm yet graceful of their
engagement, the little ripple of interest, the pressure
of the fingers, the honeyed words of those who
only that afternoon had forced their congratulations
upon him.
Then he Lakenham, cold and dead; the
small ivory pistol Lucille had secreted the frag
ments of Sybils gown the floor; her crushed
lying by the side of the murdered mans hand;
her STILL cold face the first time they had met after
ward All the happiness of the evening seemed to pass
away like breath from the face of mirror. He could
forget no longer He prey to torturing thoughts
The kiss that he had given her burned upon his lips.
He thought of her she had stood the steps of the
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