The Spectator., 1916-04-21

l watches you enter and takes note of your departure"
 But doesn't follow me. That's odd. What the devil Is his idea?" I'd give a good deal to learn" | The shadow and the glowing cigar ette disappeared around the corner, and the lights in the apartment were turned on again.
 Hes gone. You really think he's watching me?"
 He is watching this apartment, know that much"
 And even at that moment the watch CT was watching from his vantage be hind the corner. "Suspicious!" he murmured, tossing the cigarette into the gutter They're watching me for a change. I'll drop out. l know what I know. It's a great world. It's fine to be alive and kicking on top of it." He went on without haste and took the subway train for downtown.
 Is there any way could get near him?" asked Braine.
 Tomorrow night you might leave by the janitor's entrance. I'll keep the lights on till you're outside. Then I'll turn them off and you can follow and learn who he is'
 Its mighty important"
 Don't scowl. At your age wrinkle is apt to remain if you once get it started"
 
 He laughed "Wrinkles!" She could talk of wrinkles.
 They are more important than you think Every morning I rub out the wrinkle l go to bed with.'
 T wish you could rub out the gen. eral stupidity which is wrinkling my brain. I've made three moves and failed in each. Whats come over me?"
 Perhaps you've had too many sue cesses. The wheel of chance is al ways turning around"
 May l smoker"
 Thanks. At least it proves you still have some consideration for me. You would smoke whether it was agreeable or not But 1 like the odor of a good cigar. And it always helps you to think"
 Braine lit the cigar and began his customary pacing. At length he paused.
 Suppose we have real old-fash- toned coaching party out to the old mansion we know about?'
 And what shall we do there?"
 Make the mansion an enchanted castle where sometimes people who enter cant get out. Do you think you could get her to go?'
 ''I can try"
 Olga, l must have that girl; and l must have her soon. Sometimes l find myself nightly puzzled over the whole thing. If Hargreave is alive, why doesn't he turn up now that it's practically known that his daughter presides over his household? l might understand 1t If l didn't know that Hargreave is really afraid of nothing Where is the man with the five thou sand, picked up at sea? What was the reason for Jones carrying that box out in broad daylighG Who is the chap watching across the street? Sometimes l believe in my soul-f l have one!-that Hargreave is playing with us. playing We'll" flinging the half consumed cigar into the grate, the Black Hundred always goes for ward. win or lose, and never forgets.
 We are a fine pair!" said the wo- man bitterly.
 We are exactly what fate intended us to be. They wrote you down in the book as a beautiful body with a crooked mind. They wrote me down as the devil, doomed to roam earth s top till I'm killed"
 "Killed?"
 Why, yes. I'm not the kind of chap who dies in bed, surrounded by the weeping members of the family, doctor, nurse, and priest. I'm q scoundrel; but it has this saving grace, enjoy being a scoundrel. Now, I'm going up to the club. There 8 nothing like game of billiards or chess to smooth that wrinkle which seems to worry you
 In the great newspaper office there was mighty racket. Midnight al ways means pandemonium in the city room of a metropolitan daily. Copy boys were rushing to and fro. messengers and printers with sticky galleys in their hands; reporters were banging away at their typewriters. and intermingling you could hear the ceaseless clickety-click from the tele- graph room.
 The managing editor came out of his office and approached the desk of the night city editor.
 Editorial page gone down?"
 Twenty minutes ago." said the night city editor.
 II wanted a stick on that Panama rumpus,"
 "Too late"
 Where's Jim Norton?"
 At the chamber of commerce ban quet The major is going to throw bomb into the enemy's camp"