Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-22

co.. remarked Charles in a chatty
manner. but I rather like it myself:
I have always had keen sense OF
smell from my boyhood, and there's
good sniff, at rose, for example, or
even a good perfume. L suppose it's
an effeminate habit, burt l always use
some on my handkerchief
"Oh. do YOU" Brents voice, betrayed
nothing but a polite assumption of in
terest. Il don't myself. Can't stand
it"
''oh. then this handkerchief isn't
" dropped it and I picked it up and
Charles shifted again at the tandanna
which he had drawn from his pocket.
AT this moment Mr.. Pollock. display
ing Il marvellous expanse of glossy
shirt front. came into the room.
Halo. Sanderson. you're hack. I
See" he doomed. That's splendid.
Telling Brent the latest news from
NO. as matter of fact we were
discussing perfumes" replied Charles,
casually. still drawing the handker-
chief lightly across his nostrils. He
suddenly held 1t out toward Brent.
1T is yours, isn't it, Breait?" he asked.
Chris took the handkerchief and in
spected it bland1y, but Mr.. Pollock,
examining his pincenez more firmly
down on his nose. darted forward.
NO, dash 1t AL, it's not. That's
mine. he said. and snatclsed it from
Brent's hands.
Fritz. coming in at that moment to
announce dinner, stopped dead. bereft
of speech.
Dinner that night was a triumph of
civilization. Mere animals cannot dis
senble. That is an accomplishment
which comes with education. And, al
ways with the exception of Mr.. Pol
lock and the Myrtle. every one at
wave Crest played Part and played it
bly, hardly a word of truth spoken
After dinner the Sandersons and
fraulefn gathered together for a coun-
ell of war in the sitting room.
Something tells me it is Brent" de-
clared fraulein frr1ly.
Fritz thought so for a time" said
Charles modify. si,ut now he thinks 1t
is Pollock again. Certainly Pollock is
quite strong and vigorous enough to
have got those plaEis away from Fritz"
But II so. argued Mrs. Sa nderson"
why did Pollock admit that the hand
kerchief was his?
My dear mother, whoever we are up
against is certainly no fool and he may
have done it as a lblind In fact. II he
did do it. claiming the handkerchief
was about the cle'rerest thing he could
have done. The trogible is, we are faced
with the two alternatives of Brent and
Pollock, and viii ehever one of them
II is must have "a genius for acting
Whether it is Pollbcks pompousness or
Brent's faulty that is the mask, the
finesse of it is SIMPLY Ancredible"
''Ach.' said frattlein suddenly, what
about Mrs. Lee?'
Mrs. Lee. wonder yes
that is quite possible idea What do
you think. rpotherp"
Il certainly thi hk It might be Mrs
Lee. We know sothfng of her She
simply sent Telegram and came
down"
1T is quite TIE type" continued
fraulein. The charming widow. with
money, travelling alone"
and In that ease" said Charles
pursuing the iden to its logical out
come. "it is probably Brent as we'll
They're thick tthieves'
Mrs; sanderson tshook her head, "I do
not think So 81 e said. IF It is Mrs
Lee she is a verytclever woman. as well
as very charm ing one, and she prob
ably hit upon Brent as her most likely
tool. You see, it-fwas she who tainted
him into SHOOT ting that pigeon this
evening""
What about Mss Pollock. the girl?
She is in love with Brent Surely there
is a way we c:tn use her
We might I ell her that Brents a spy
in the pay of the Germans" suggested
Charles.
Zach. she'd only laugh at u.s." said
fraulein. 1T ust be done better than
that. Brent has not yet explained why
he can't enlist. Miss Pollock must be
made to think of that. She will con-
front him. and if he doesn't satisfy
her.
my dear frzlulein." broke in Charles.
impatientiy, ~ Christopher Brent rep
resents the English intelligence de-
partment h;1rem Of beauty won't get
the truth out Of him.
They were INTERRUPTED by Fritz, who
burst Into the room obviously in a
state of great excitement.
"Mr. Karl, sa1ir." he cried. Madame.
de map II is not dat ! place on the
pigeons leg. Just now have I exam