Evening star., 1917-10-14

cine" he announced. Paris says thss
Randall won't be out of his stupor for
several days. There's no further In
formation to be got from him. I'm
going to a hotel. sleep on II, and
pray. You'd better do the same"
Il suppose" sighed Herkomer.
He had reached for his hat and coat,
when the telephone rang. He listened
moment, calculated formless excla.
nations. hung up and turned to the
secret service chief.
Ever hear Of Mrs willy sinsas
baugh?" he asked.
Wife of the railroad manr
"Uh huh! silly little thing-butter-
all that sort of thing. I've never met
her. but I've heard of her. And I've had
the gall to pity Sinsabaugh. As IL Sc
wasn't patent to the common sense that
Tor a woman like that unless she was
more than a doll. Had brains"
Well, what about itr'
oh. no ng much'-smiled Her
given me a tip that-the woman Claire
Sorel left brooch at Sinsabaugh's
house. 1t was engraved From S. to D.
That didn't mean much. either to me or
paper that Mrs. Sinsabaugh found by
her desk telephone in her boudoir-the
telephone that Miss Sorel had asked
permission to use last night. 1t hap
pens that Miss Sorel had once told Mrs.
Sinsabaugh that the brooch was a gife
TO her. Naturally, when her husband
pointed out the engraving. Mrs. Sinsa.
baugh thought that it was funny.
In her boudoir tonight Mrs Sinsa-
baugh CHANGED upon the scrap of paper
/ just mentioned. Instead of beratinH
her maid for untidiness. she looked ac
the paper. On it was a telephone mum.
ber Bryant 27272T. No, didn't write
II down three twenty-seyens aren't
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the name. Simon Bergson.' That name
doesn't mean much TO you. but to Mrs.
Sinsabaugh Simon Bergson' is the
name of the man that Carey Haig q
defaulting trustee. uttered with his dy-
ing breath some months ago. And
Carey Haig had stolen the Philip
Waring fortune, and Philip Waring 10
friend Of Mrs. Willy Sinsabaugh's.
Get it?''
''I don't see much" said the secret
service man. Whats it to do with
Conybear?'
Herkomer shook his head: head shak.
Ing was getting to be bit of habit
with him recently.
Neither do I, I don't have to. Any.
thing that has to do with Philip War
ing interests me, because Waring has
been seen with Conybear since Cony-
bear left Portsmouth. But that isn't
all. Mrs. Sinsabaugh's husband is q
stockholder in the telephone company.
Hence she has 4 book which gives
numbers first and names afterwards
She looked for 272727 under Bryant
She found the name-it isn't 'Bergson'3
it's 'Clarkson'. as a matter of fact. and
it's a private hospital-the Clarkson
Hospital.
And then what do you suppose she
did? She took a car over to that hos.
pital-it's on 50th street near 9Th ave.
nue.. And Mrs. Willy Sinsabaugh. all
by herself, is watching that house, into
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ago. having dismissed her car at the
corner. as she reconnoitered-bless her
kid heart-she saw Burton ConybeaR
walk
are we sitting here idling for%' cried
the man from Washington.
Because the minute I hung up the
phone L pressed n button under my
foot smiled Herkomer. "and it's taken
until just about now for the reserves
to pile into autos. I think We'll find
them waiting for US if We go down.
stairs now. Care to come along?
Care to-oh, gosh" said the secret
service man.
Dumbly but swiftly he followed Her.
komer Observation-Disclosures. Herko.
mer, whose heart sang a song. with .
somewhat bitter refrain. about as fol.
lows:
And woman did 1t by accident. By
accident, by accident"
Still, II he, derkomer. hAQn 1OllOW~
ed the Waring trail. Mrs. Sinsabaugh
would never have had reason to sus-
pect. would never have examined the
scrap of paper. would never have
thought anything Of the engraving In
the ring, that engraving which had
justified her in reading the scrap oe
paper with the telephone number. For,>
in parenthesis. be 1t remarked that
Mrs. willy never could quite excuse
herself for reading something written
in another's hand. and patiently not for
Mrs. WHY'S eyes. But the engraving
had proved Miss Claire Sorel' liar.
and liars must expect to have their
scraps of paper read. Mrs. Willy often
felt guilty about this breach Of .
guests right to privacy. Mrs. Willy
was a dear.
And the droning engines. as Herko-
mer raced uptown. seemed to repeat!
by accident. by accident, by acctdent.
He only prayed that some further
accident might not wreck his sudden
hope. After all. he wasn't after glory:
he was after results. And results SEEM
ed very near. He was first to arrive at
the door of the Clarkson Private Hos.
pital.
(TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT Sunday