Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-08-05

De long peIOTe no mas 10 NC On
Everything is settled. them" said
fraulein. briskly. You" to Mre Lee.
will see about the car and our escape.
And you. Charles. will see to the bomb.
getting everything together. / think
1t is time We women appeared to 60 20
bed" She rose as she spoke ana the
other two followed her example. Miriam
with deeply thankful heart.
She was still very anxious lest some
thing should miscarry. and she knew Il
would be unsafe to try to communicate
with Brent in any way. She could only
do Is he asked her-go to her room and
wait until her share in the proceedings
began
A little later Percivai Pennicuik.
name had been taken. though not in
vain. and of the fate which was threat
ening him. sat comfortably in the larg-
est armchair in the Sandersons sitting
room. bringing his whisky and soda
The room looked very cozy, and. to
Brent's imagination. seemed extraordi-
narily and namely unaware that II
might be going to be burnt to cinders.
He looked round II half unbelievingiy,
unable to rid himself of the queer fancy
that inanimate objects should surely
hold some prescience Of an event
near and devastating.
Outwardly he himself looked the
image of crestfallen faulty. Mr.. Pol
lock. on the contrary. who was also i'm
bibing whisky and soda, beamed with
Importance and qualification.
so Brents had lesson not TO trust
in appearances" he finished, having
told Pennicuik the tale OF the unmask-
ing of Mrs. Lee.
she had you all right Brent Clever
the way she played you up. very clever"
Il say. you know. said CHRIS. lit has
bowled me out / never felt such an al
mighty ass in my life"
What are they going TO do with
herr" asked Penuicuik
Il don't think they have decided az
present Sanderson seems inclined TO
hush the matter up. Very awkward
you know. a woman and all that sort
of thing. And Mr.. Pollock wagged
his head sa.ely.
That's all very well." replied Penni-
cuik. with the uncompromising virtue
of youth, but il she's let on what's to
prevent her playing exactly the sam,
game anywhere else? Sanderson's all
right He's got his papers back. she can't
do any moe damage down here, but
there are - ners to be thought Of One
can't aIor3 % he chivalrous in q case
of this soT;. there's too much at stake
for the sale of sparing one woman you
might sac ace the lives Of q thousand
men.
fiuency. Percy belonged to the inartic-
ula'e class OF Englishman class
largely I'm the majority-but he. TOO.
had felt something Of the Quickeniag
efsN: of the days events. This capture
of the spy was the nearest to real war
he had Yet come; the thought Of IL
gave qui.e A tang OF excitement 70 his
duh vigil on the Cliff
Dear me. i think you are putting Il
little strongly. Pennicuik. my boy. AZ
the same time 1t must be admitted
there is lot in what you say. Evi.
IDENTIFY you are not the one to be car.
ried away by a pretty face and . pleas-
ant manner. He's the sort Of man We
want. Ell, Brent?"
GO on. rub 1t in, as though I weren't
feeling quite enough OF . bally ass
without that" lamented Chris.
We'll. well, Brent" said Mr.. Pollock,
I'm very glad to find It was only fool
ishness on your part and that I was
mistaken about the other thing. you
know" He glanced at his aggressive
1y handsome watch as he spoke. Bless
my soul" he went on. its half past
IL. I must be on. Early to bed. ct
cetera, that's always been my motto.
Can't say I'm particularly wealthy. but
I think can claim the health and wise
Yes. I thing I can claim that much. The
Sandersons were jolly glad to have me
to advise them. I can tell you" Ali this
on an almost boisterous note OF cheert-
ness as he shook hands. GOOD night.
Percy. my boy. Hope you have got =
good thick coat with you. You'll dnd II
q bit chilly on the cliff, mind you"
'oh. 1 shall be all right. sir. thanks"
night
Mr.. Pollock proceeded to shake hands
solemnly with Brent as an amende
honorable and babe him also good
night more or less amiabiy.
(To be continued in next Sundays
s:a"l
Copyright. 1875. by. EDWARD J. clode.D
-Four minutes after o." And defiant 70
the last. her head rose. and for an in
slant, for mere breath Of time. they
saw her as she had looked in her prime,
regal in form. attitude and expression:
then the will which had sustained her
through so much faltered and frc-
cumbed. and with a final reiteration of
the words: -Four minutes after q" she
broke into a rafting laugh, and tell
back into the arms OF her old nurse,
And below one clock struck the hour
and then another. But not tho big enc
at the foot of the stairs. That stood
still. with its hands pointing to the hour
and minute of Frank Postlethwaite's
fastened death.