Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-08-25
opyright. W. ]. Watt & Co, International News Service.

glass given the wonderful brain of the
blind man? Sydney Thames did not
know. He had no means of knowing.
The same question flashed to his mind
that had occurred to the waiting cap
tain minutes before. What was she
doing in a Broadway restaurant I'M
escorted? Where was her escort?
Was he the one Thornley, Cotton hoped
to find by watching the girl? No.
The problemist's instructions had been
specific. He was interested only in
the girl.
The waiting captain finally turned.
He saw the broken glass, the stained
cloth, and hurried to the table. sgd
ney saw him begin to remove the
pieces of glass. He saw her impertous
gesture demanding her check. The
captain asked a question. plainly TO
ascertain the amount or her cneck' pc
cause the waiter who served her ndu
gone. She old him, n pald WITH d
bill from a silVer-mesh purse. WIN
ont waiting for change or assistance
with her wrap, she rose. A shrug
of her shoulder and q sweep OF a lett
arm put the wrap into place with no
sign of the hidden right arm or mana.
Sydney Thames hurriedly pulled out
q bill as he watched the girl start
toward the door. Even across the room
he could see that her wrap orusheu
the cloth of her table to keep as tar
away from the bearded mar as the
narrow table aisle permitted. he
could see, he was ookin for
it, a shudder shake her body as she
passed. So h knew that the man
was dead! How did she know
Thames understood that Cotton, II ne
had spoken at all, had pitched his
voice so low that there was no posi-
bility of any one hearing his words
but the manager, who had summon
I'd him to Investigate. He coulo see
that the other diners were casting un-
easy, apprehensive glances toward the
table, and he realized thai they knew
something was wrong. But there was
none of the fear, the evident repul-
sion that the girl a shown In
brief instant she had passed the table:
She knew that the man was dead, and
that he had been murdered!
Sydney Thames got his nat ana
coat and left the main entrance of the
hotel a few feet behind the girl. on
the sidewalk she stopped and glanced
swiftly from right to left. One OF the
uniformed men Captain McMann had
stationed at all entrances OF the hotel
moved near her as he shooed away
a small group OIL lOuISGIS llS oiShI
of his blue uniform had attracted. The
girl shrank back into a knot of men
standing beside the main entrance. A
low-toned, leering salutation drove
away the momentary panic, and she
started for the curb. The cab starter
held open the door of a taxi, and she
entered. 1t was her left hand she put
out to touch the door.
Sydney Thames eyes swept the line
of waiting taxi's and automobiles, and
located Colton's long, black car, with
the alert Michael at the vince He
hurried down along the curb line. The
stolid chauffeur looked surprised
standing quickly replaced the surprise
when Sydney gave his order:
Follow that first taxi that is just
pulling out"
Expertly Michael swung his car
away from the curb. Sydney Thames
lay back in the cushions. He had
trailed cars many times for the blind
man in every section of the city.
Straight down Broadway to Thirty
third the taxi went, then 1t turned
toward Fifth Avenue Evidently there
was no thought of fear of pursuit in
the girls mind, for her car came to
a stop before the Thirty-third Street
entrance of the Waldorf. A plain
trail, thought Sydney, and he was dis
appointed. Michael made no attempt
to stop his machine until he had
rounded the corner into the avenue,
then he turned in his seat to speak.
"'Tis more than likely she came
here to get away from n one fol-
lerin' her." observed the wise chauf-
feur.
"'Tis the best place in the city fer
that. Like as not h will go through
the lobby an get another car that,ll
be waiting in the court at the other
side. They have done that before en-
Mr.. Cotton and meself."
"All right, Michael" Sydney
Thames was perfectly willing to take
tips from the more experienced chauf-
feur.
The car turned the corner, went
around Fifth Avenue, and stopped a
short distance from Astor Court.
Michael swung round in his seat, as
though Sydney had given an order,
but it was he who spoke: "Sit back in
the cushions as though you cared fer
nothin'. / will watch fer her in the
microscope, which I can do easylike.
and widout turnin' me head" He
swung the arm of his mirror at the
proper angle, and Sydney Thames,
approaching the suggestion, obeyed
) literally.
1t was fully fifteen minutes before
the low hum of the ear sounded as
the black car moved silently from
the curb. Sydney saw thai they were
following a low-hung, single-seated
car of the racing type. The big hat
of the fiirl was unmistakable. The
man beside her, driving, was hunch-
ed low over his wheel.
Down the avenue to Madison
Square, with wise Michael keeping
well in the rear, the two cars sped.
Then the l~ow-huns machine turned
east, turned again, down Third Ave-
: nue., under the clank and chatter of
the L trains; down past Chatham
. Square and Chinatown. Their the car
I they were trailing swung sharply into
a diagonal street. Sydney caught a
! glimpse of a street sign as they passed,
and read the name of Roosevelt. The
, big machine crawled along the mar
row, dirty street, more than a block
behind the smaller car. Another cor
Z ner was turned. Another. The streets,
narrow, dark, seemed to twist like
snakes. 1t was an absolutely new dis
trict to Thames. Warehouses, tene-
ments that defied every article in every
building code that ever passed a board
of aldermen or legislature, cluttered
sidewalks, dirty cutters, lights few
and far between, n in the distance
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