The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser., 1916-12-01
CHAPTER iV-Continued.

"Would YOU know her if you saw
herr"
"I don't know Whitaker frowned
with ANNOYANCE. "Shes six years
older"
"Well, but what was she hke?'
Drummond pursued curiously.
Whitaker shook his head. ITS not
easy to remember. Matter of fact, l
don't believe / ever got one good
square look at her. 1t was twilight
in the hotel, when l found her; we
sat talking in absolute darkness, TO-
ward the end; even in the minister's
study there was only a green shaded
lamp on the table; and on the train
well, we were both too much worked
up, 1 fancy, to pay much attention to
details"
Blonde or brunei"
81 swear don't know. She wore
one of those funny knitted caps. tight
down over her hair, all the time"
Drummond laughed quietly.
II don't feel in joking humor."
Whitaker said roughly. ''It's serious
matter and wants serious treat
ment What else have we got
to null over?"
Drummond shrugged suavely.
There's enough to keep us busy for
several hours" he said. "For instance,
there's my stewardship"
"Your which?"
my care of your property. You left
a good deal of money and securities
lying round loose, you know; naturally
/ felt obliged to look after 'em. There
was no telling when Widow Whitaker
might walk in and demand an account
ing. l presume we might as we'll run
over the account-though it is getting
late"
"Half-past four" Whitaker informed
him, consulting his watch. Take too
long for to-day. Some other time"
Drummonds reply was postponed by
the Office boy, who popped in on the
heels of a light knock.
'Mr. Max's outside" he announced.
20 the deuce'' The exclamation
seemed to escape Drummond's lips in
voluntarily. He tightened them an
grily, as though regretting the lapse
of self-control, and glanced hurriedly
nskance to see If Whitaker had no.
ticed. I'm busy" he added, trace
sullenly. Tell him I've gone OUT
But he's got 'nappointment," the
boy ..>rotested. "And besides. i told
him you was in
You needn't fob him off on my ac-
count" Whitaker interposed. I'VE can
finish our confab Observation-Disclosures
time It's time for me to be getting
uptown, anyway"
"It isn't that" Drummond explained
doggedly. "Only-the mans a bore,
and"
st isn't Jules Max?" Whitaker ex-
citedly. "Not little Jules Max, who
used to stage manage our amateur
shOws?'
That's the man." Drummord ad-
mitted with plain reluctance.
Then have him in, by all means. l
want to say howdy to him, if nothing
more. And then I'll clear out and leave
you to his troubles"
Drunmond laughed a trifie sourly.
Max has developed into heavy
weight entrepreneur, you know"
Meaning theatrical manager? Then
why not say SO? But | might've
guessed he'd drift into something of
the sort"
I.ltn itnL
orously pumping the unresisting-in-
deed the apparently boneless-hand of
Jules Max. The hat that had made
IIammerstein famous Max had appro-
priated-straight crown, fiat brim and
immaculate gloss-bodily. Beneath it
his face was small of feature, and fat.
4 pince-nez sheltered his nearsighted
eyes. His short, round little body was
invariably by day dressed in a dark
gray morning-coat, White-edged waist
coat, assertively- striped trousers, and
patent-leather shoes with white Spats.
He had q passion for lemOn-cOlored
gloves of thinnest kid and slender
malacca walking-s His dignity
was an awful thing, as ingrained as
his strut.
He reasserted the dignity now with
Il jerk of his maltreated hand. read
justed his glasses. and resumed his
stare.
Either" he observed, you're Hugh
Whitaker come to life or deuced out
rage"
Both if you like"
you sound like both" complained
the little man. Anyway. you were
drowned in the Philippines or some
where long ago. and | never waste
time on dead one. . Drumm0nd
-" He turned to the lawyer with IA
vastly huSiness-Iike air.
mo. you DON'T" Whitaker insisted.
putting himself between the two men.
u ndmii that yours great mau ;