The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram., 1916-09-05

that it was all part of plan to trap
her into betraying her father. 1t
drives me almost mad when / think
of It! This inaction, the suspense of
it, is intolerable''
Then go home and find out who
fired at you from the window of your
own house. Watch the Brunell cot
tage, too-there will be developments
there, if I'm not mistaken. Tomor-
row | may want you to go out on an
other branch of this Investigation
the search for Ramon Hamilton.
Very good, sir, I'll try" Morrow
promised with obvious reluctance II
know how busy you are and how
much every day counts in this matter
just now; but for Gods sake, do what
you can to find the Brunells for mel"
Blaine repeated his assurances, and
Morrow returned to the Bronx with
considerably lightened spirits. The
sight of the little cottage across the
way, dark and deserted, brought a
pang to his heart, but it also served to
remind him of the duty which lay be-
fore him. He must find out whose
hand had fired that shot at him from
the house which had given him shell
ter.
Mrs. Quinlan had not yet retired.
He found her reading newspape-' in
the kitchen, with Caliban curled up
in drowsy content beside the stove.
Gold out, amt it," she observed
'I went round to the store, an like
to've froze before l got back They
said they'd send the things, but they
didn't"
"I'll so get them for YOU" offered
Morrow. WAS it the grocery to
which you went?"
"No, the drug store. 1--we got a
new lodger upstairs at the hack-an
old gentleman who's kind of sickly
and rheumatic, and he asked me to
get some things for him. Thank you
just the same, Mr.. Morrow, but there
amt no hurry for them Mrs. Quin-
lan's wide, ingenious face flushed,
and for moment she seemed curious
ly embarrassed. Could she have
guessed that the revolver shot which
had created so much excitement that
afternoon had been fired from beneath
ner roof?
"A new lodger!" repeated Morrow.
Game today, didn't he?"
mo. yesterday" she responded
quickly-too quickly, the operative
fancied. The ruddy flush had deep
ened on her cheek, and she added, as
if unable to restrain the question ris-
ing irrestibly to her lips: What
made you think he came today?"
Il thought this afternoon that l
heard furniture being moved about in
the room directly over mine,' he re-
turned, with studied Indifference.
"Oh, you did" Mrs Quinlan affirm
ed. That's my room, you know. I
was exchanging my bureau for the old
gentleman's."
Let me see; that makes four lodg-
ers now, doesn't it," Morrow remark
ed thoughtfully, as he toasted his back
near the stove Peterson, the shoe
clerk; Acker, the photographer: me
and now this old gentleman. What's
his name. by the way?"
"Mr. Brown" Again there was that
obvious hesitation, followed by hasty
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my house Is full now, and think I'm
mighty lucky, considering the time of
year. Just think, it's most Christmas!
The winters just flyin' along!'
The next morning, from his bed,
Morrow heard the clinking of china on
tray as Mrs. Quinlan laboriously
carried breakfast upstairs to her new
boarder Guy rose quickly and dress
ed, and when he heard her descend
ing again he flung open his door and
met her face to face, quite by acci-