The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1916-03-23

4 CHAPTER xifI--continuod
II
q And yet he seemed to make no o
|, cret OF It; and yeti did sxpIsi
hfs whole conduct since lauding, =
Toye had said.
i She could only shut her eyes 3
what must have happened, even .
Caxaiet himself had shut his all thu
wonderful week. that she had forgot
ten all day in her ingratitude, bu
would never, in all her days. FORGE
again.
There won't be another CASE she
heard herself saying. while her
thoughts ran ahead or Jagged behind
like sheep. '1t'll never come out
know It won't"
Why shouldn't itr' he asked 70
sharply that she had to account for
the words. to herself a. well ~ to
him.
Nobody knows except Mr.. Toye,
and he means to keep 1t to himself"
Why should her"
Il don't know. He'll tell you him
self"
Are you sure you don't know!
What can he have to tell moi Why
should he screen me. Blanche?"
His eyes and voice we're furious
with suspicion, but still the voice was
lowered.
Hes Jolly good sort. you know"
said Blanche. a. If the whole affair
was tho most ordinary one in the
world But heroics could not have
iriven the sonse OF her remark more
orcibly home to Cazalet.
oh. he ID, is he?"
I've always found him SOL
so have l, the little I've seen of
I'm. And don't blame him for get
Ing on my tracks. mind you; he's
1t Of detective. l was fair game.
nd he did warn me in q way. That's
my meant to have the week" He
topped and looked away.
Il know. And nothing can undo
hat" she only said; but her voice
welled with thanksgiving. And Cana
It looked treasured; the hot suspi-
lon died out of his eyes, but left them
loomily perplexed
still, can't understand It. don't |
elieve 1t, either! I'm in his hands.
That have done to be saved by |
oyer He's probably securing Lon |
on for me-if he isn't Watching this
indow at this minutel"
He went to the curtains as he spoke. |
simultaneously Blanche spranx ND. to |
ntreat him to fly while he could. That
ad been her first object In coming to
I'm as she had done, and yet. once
18th him. she had left It to the last!
nd now 1t was too late; he was at
ne window, chuckling significantly
himself; he had opened It. and he
as leaning out.
That you. Toye, down there? Coma
p and show yourself! l want to see
ou."
He turned in time to dart in front
the folding doors as Blanche
sached them. white and shuddering.
he Hush Of impulsive bravado fed
ON his face at the sight of hers.
" You can't go In there. What's the
atterr he whispered. why should
ou be afraid of Hilton foyer"
How could she tell him? Before she
ad found word. the landing door
pened, and Hilton Toye was in the
'om. looking at her.
Keep your voice down." said GAIA
I anxiously. Even II it's all over
ith me but the shouting, we needn't ,
art the shouting herel"
He chuckled savagely at the fast.
ID now Toye stood looking at him
I've heard all you've DONE" contin-
"a Cazalet. Il don't blame you q BIT 8
II had been the other way about .
light have given you less run for U
ur money. I've heard what you've
una out about my mysterious move !
ents' and you're absolutely right as n
as you go. You don't know wbv
LOOK the train at Naples, and trav-
"a across Europe without q hand m
9. 1t wasn't quite the put-up lob la
may think. But. If 1t makes YOU
napier. may as well tell You
u was at Uplands that night, and I G
get out through the foundationsl"
me insane impetuosity of the man a,
8 his master now. He was \ liyinr VI
OF impulse that had burst into a
ne.
1 always guessed you mirht be n,
~ and now know st." said Hilton n,
Fe. stiil. l Judge you're not 10 as
ny as to deny that while you were
mat house you struck down Henry ~
wen and left him for deadf" -
'azalet stood like rcd-hot stons
Miss Blanche" said Toye. turninr ~
ner rather shyly. Il guess I can't ~ =.
what l said Just yet. I hayenr 80
atned word. not yet. and perhaps 49,,
ever win, II youn come away with v.
now-back to your home-snd -. '
er see Henry Craven's murderer ~ ~
And who may he bef" crtsd
e that brought all three face 49,
ut. ne
ne folding-doors had opened. and .
IN nsure was standing between ~
two rooms.
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