Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-07-27

der. That would be foxy game,
wouldn't It? But has he the sense?
Bupposing this man did see some one,
and that one wasn't Adele? Who
could 1t be? II q man, then small
and slender enough to dress and
pass for girl; IL a woman, one who
was either in our employ or who
dressed as a maid. It's beyond me.
Suppose the things were stolen by
some one in the house-Adele, let
M say, or John-what would they
do with them7 No one has left the
place, the robbery was discovered so
SOON"
"Of course" said Wendham,
they're hidden, and, OF course, In
q place that would not be likely to
be thought of, at least in any super
hcial search, such as we made to-
night. This has been planned.
Heaven knows how long ahead,
and the receptacle chosen. If John
In the guilty one, would incline to
the garden-an old we'll, the cellar.
I once heard of butler who put
stolen diamonds into bottle Of port,
eorked it, and resealed It, marked
It, and put it with the other bottles.
Unfortunately the very next day the
master happened to take out that
bottle from the back row-and-
there you are. 1t was mere luck.
We may be as fortunate. If, on the
contrary, it's Adele, there's no tell
ing. II that girl is clever enough to
lie with such absolute appearance of
truth, she's clever enough to out
Wit us all. and our only hope is that
she'll be too clever and meet us half
way round the circle again"
"Oh, we'll, what's the use? Let's
80 to bed. old man. I'm down and
cut" Evelyn rose, stretched him
self. and suppressed yawn. Look.
here comes the dawn. Was ever any
thing better than that? Corot is .
back number, as Alice would say"
The great plain far below the hill
was wrapped in blue night, grading
to purple. A thread of scarlet
touched its uttermost rim, while
above the clouds melted to tones
white sky was limpid as moon
stone. The two men stood by the
window moment, then simultane-
ously turned away. Good night
excuse me, good day. old man.
Thanks for your help and your pleas
ant company"
Don't mention It," said Wend-
h,p, etau.;nu
at the back of my brain. / think I'll
have an idea soon. If do, I'll let
you know. They've not been of much
use so far. Good day."
They sought their rooms. Wend-
hams brain was too active for sleep.
Instead. after cold plunge. he seat
cd himself, wrapped in a heavy bath
robe, by the window and watched
the miracle of morning.
Suddenly the inward self, as II
after huge and hidden labor, sup
piled recollection. Apparently It
was not connected with the case in
mind. 1t seemed rather. in the ef-
fort to reach the thing desired, the
dislodgment Of another memory from
its cell.
why, OF course, Mrs Wimbledon
was the woman whom the famous
French specialist had once named as
the most gifted hypnotist of his ac-
quaintance. Yes that was the name.
He had not been able to place it
no wonder. Who would have con-
nected Mrs. Gaynor with a science
as remote from her interests, or with
any one so devoted to it pursuits?
Wimbleton-the name on the en-
velope entrusted to his care. had use-
lessly haunted him. The strange, in
sistent. relentless personality that
dwells in us all, pushed aside
his conventional wonderings and
thoughts. He found himself sud-
denly confronted by the vision
OF the maid as she clung to
Mrs. Gaynor's knees-of the strange
relaxation of her body. when with
gentle. forceful firmness he had or
dered her to be quiet. He recalled
the anxiety of her gaze. lie had no
thought of compelling her will. other
than his wish to spare the woman he
loved painful scene which might
break down the slender barrier Of
self-control that still protected her
throbbing nerves-no thought but
tt's great desire. With astonishing
readiness the girl had bent to his
suggestion. He recalled the sharp.
almost frightened tone in which Mrs.
Gaynor had mentally seized and
shaken tie PROSTATE servant, break.
ing the spell his voice and presence
were closing about her predisposed
personality She knew then she re-
|. allied what was happening-what
might happen! Am insane?" he
said aloud. He thrust back the tum-
ultuous thoughts that lashed and
scared in brain and heart.
Again he was forced to see and to
fit another piece into the puzzle
Mrs. Gaynor had spent nearly a year
abroad-in Paris, three years ago.
while he was following his medico-
pSychicaI research in Vienna. So