The Delta independent., 1915-11-05

What has he done?" she begged.
with pathetic abandonment oil her
previous attitude, the moment they
were by themselves.
Must l tell you?" His reluctance
rang genuine.
Il insist upon it," she flashed again.
well, it's a long story"
Never mind. ! can listen"
You know, l had to go back to
Italy"
Had your"
well, l did 60" He had slurred
the first statement; this one was char
acteristically deliberate Il did go.
and before / went l asked Cazalet for
an introduction to some friends of his
down in Rome"
81 didn't know he had any," said
Blanche.
Why, he doesn't have any" said
Toye, but he claimed to have some.
He left the Kaiser Fritz the other day
at Naples. / guess he told you?"
mo, l understood he came round to
Southampton. Surely you shared
cabin?"
only from Genoa; that's where I
took the steamer and Cazalet regained
her"
"Well?"
He claimed to have spent the in.
terval mostly with friends at Rome.
Those friends don't exist, Miss
Blanche" said Toye
rs that any business of mine?" she
asked him squarely.
why, yes. I'm afraid it's going to
be. That is. unless you'll still trust
me"
Go on, please"
why, he never stayed at Rome at
all. nor yet in Italy any longer than it
takes to come through on the train
Your attention for one moment" He
took out neat pocketbook Blanche
had opened her lips. but she did not
interrupt; she just grasped the arms
of her chair, as though about to bear
physical pain. The Kaiser Fritz
Toye was speaking from his book
got to Naples late Monday afternoon.
September eighth. Seems she was
overdue, and l was mad about it, ano
never got away again till the"
DO tell me about Walter Cazalet,"
Siicu DidHCue II was ike small tdIk
from dentist at the last moment
81 want you to understand about the
steamer first" said Toye "She wait
ed Monday night in the Bay of Naples
only sailed Tuesday morning, only
reached Genoa Wednesday morning,
and lay there all of forty-eight hours,
as these German boats do, anyhow.
That brings us to Friday morning be
fore the Kaiser Fritz gets quit of Italy, !
doesn't it?"
"Yes-I suppose so-do tell me
about Walter!"
why. l first heard of him at Ge. |
noa, where they figured 1 should have
a stateroom all to myself, as the other
gentleman had been left behind at
Naples. never saw him till he
scrambled aboard again Friday, about
the fifty-ninth minute OF the eleventh |
hour"
"At Genoa?"
Sure"
And you pretend to know where
he'd been?"
Il guess I do know"-and Toye |
sighed as he raised his little book |
"Cazalet stepped on the train that left |
Naples six-fifty Monday evening and |
on the one timed to reach Charing
Cross three-twenty-fve Wednesday"
"The day Of the m
Eyes. l never called 1t by the hard |
est name, myself; but it was seven.
thirty Wednesday evening that Henry !
Craven got his death-blow somehow
Well, Walter CaZalet left Charing |
Cross again by the nine o'clock that |
night, and was back aboard the Kaiser
Fritz On Friday morning-full of his
friends in Rome who didn't exist"
The notebook was put. away with
every symptom of relief.
Il suppose you can prove what you
say?" said Blanche in voice as duh
as her unseeing eyes.
81 have men to swear to him-tick.
et-collectors, conductors, walters on
the restaurant-car-all up and down
the line. l went over the same
ground on the same trains, SO that
was simple. / can also produce the
barber who claims to have taken off |
his beard in Paris, where he put in
hours Thursday morning"
Blanche looked up suddenly not at
Toye, but past him toward an over
laden side-table against the wall. 1t
was there that Cazalet's photograph
had stood among many others; until
this morning she had never missed it,
for she seemed hardly to have been
in her room all the week; but she had
been wondering who had removed it.
whether Cazalet himself (who had
spoken of doing So she now knew
why). or Martha (whom she would not
question about it, in fit of ungoy-