The Spectator., 1916-04-21

Ou were porn 1n SL. feterSDurS, my dear. Have the embassy there look up the birth registers"
 That would not put me into posses sion. Nothing but the return of my father will avail me. And there's hor- rible thought always of my not being his real daughter"
 There's no doubt in my mind. have only to recall Katrina's face to know whose child you are. But what will you live on?" Here was far greater mixup than she had calculated upon. Supposing after all it was only resemblance, that the child was not Hargreave's, a substitute just to blind the Black Hundred? To keep them away from the true daughter? Her mind grew bewildered over such pos abilities. The single and only way to settle all doubts was to make this child a prisoner. If she was liar greave's true daughter he would come out of his hiding.
 She heard Florence answering her question: There is sum of ten or | twelve thousand in the Riverdale bank, under the control of my fathers but Ter. After that is gone, don't know what will happen to us. Susan and me-"
 The door of Miss Farlow's will al ways be open to you, Florence" re- | piled Susan, with love in her eyes. This interesting conversation was | interrupted by the advent of Norton. He was always dropping in during the late afternoon hours. Florence liked him for two reasons. One was that Jones trusted him to a certain extent and the other was that that she liked him. She finished this sen | tence in her heart defiantly.
 Today he brought her c box of beau tiful roses, and at the sight of them the princess smiled faintly. Set the wind in that quarter? She could have l laughed. Here was her revenge against | this meddler who took no particular notice of her while Florence was in the room. She would encourage him, poor grubbing newspaper writer, with his beggarly pittance! What chance had he of marrying this girl with mil lions within reach of her hand?
 The peculiar thing about this was that Norton was entertaining the same thought at the same time: what earth | ly chance had he?
 In the second story window of the house over the way there was wor- ried man. But when his glasses brought in range the true contents of the box he laughed sardonically.
 This watching is getting my goat. l smell a rat every time l see a shadow" He wiped the lenses of his opera glasses and proceeded to roll cigarette.
 When the princess and Norton went away Jones stole quietly up to Flor ence's room and threw up the curtain. Two round points of light flashed from the watchers window. but the saturn inc smile on Jones' lips was not ob- served. He went to the door, opened it cautiously, hand to his ear. Then l he closed the door, turned back the rug and removed section of the floor | ing. Out of this cavity he raised a box. There was lettering on the lid; in fact, the name of it's owner, Stanley liar greave. Jones replaced the flooring, tucked the box under his arm and made his exit
 The man lounging in the shadow heard a faint whistle. It was the sig nal agreed upon. The man Felton ran ] h, tb bell It was only then that Florence missed the ever present butler She hesitated. then sent Susan to the door
 II must see Mir. Jones upon vitally important business"
 He has gone out" said Susan, and very sensibly closed the door before Felton's foot succeeded in getting in side.
 It was time to act. He ran around to the rear. The ladder convinced him that Jones had tricked him. He was wild with rage. He was over the wall in an instant Away down the back street his eye discovered his man in full flight. He gave chase As he came to the first corner he was nearly knocked over by man coming the other way.
 "Who are you pumping into?" growled Felton.
 Not so fast, Felton,"
 Who the devil are you?"
 The stranger made sign which Eel ton instantly recognized.
 Quick! What has happened?"
 Jones has the million and is mak- ing his getaway. See him hiking to- ward the water front?"
 The two men began to run.
 There followed a thrilling chase Jones engaged a motorboat and it was speeding seaward when the two pur- suers arrived. They were not laggard There was another boat and they made for it.
 "A hundred if you overtake that boat" said Felton's strange companion.
 Felton eyed him thoughtfully. There was something familiar about that voice.
 Great plumes of water shot up into