Evening star., 1917-10-07

tective. probably police ofiicer grad
uated into private work.
Waring stared at the man. He coult
not remember ever having seen thi!
sleuth before. But the man evidently
knew him! Waring looked through thu
man unrecognizingly. The man, WHIT
had started forward as though tt
speak, flushed and stepped aside. War
ing, entering the elevator, glanced ovel
his shoulder; the man was looking a
the register.
In his room Waring considered
this new complication. Tomorrow
morning even the newspapers, doubt
He had thought that registering
under false name would securely pro-
tect him from discovery for awhile. But
the morning papers There was ont
sheet, devoted to racing and theatricals
that was issued at midnight. Trust ar
explain clothes man to follow racing
In few hours, then, this man down.
stairs. II he knew Warnings name. would
know where the object Of police
search was stopping.
Waring paced up and down the room
If he left here he would escape any
unpleasant results of the recognition
by the house detectives. But also he
would cut himself of from communica-
tion with Bergson.
He stood by the window. peering
down the avenue. He wondered IL any
of the limousines that passed held per-
sons as beset by circumstances as he
Were there other mysteries. as COM
plex, as fraught with menace, threat
ening other dwellers in this city? He
shrugged his shoulders. Impossible!
He turned back from the window just
as the door of his room opened.
Through 1t stepped the stocky man who
had bowed to him downstairs.
He looked at Waring with a know
Ing leer. He closed the door carefully
behind him.
We'll what's the little game, Mr..
Waring" he asked.
'My name is Pelletier." said waring.
will you kindly explain Just what
"Easy's the word. sir" grinned the
Waring. and the funny stun don't get
a laugh here. What's the answer?
Why the Pelletisr and the Dubuque
stun? Why, say. you got fine chance
passing for a French hick from I-o-
way. now. amt you? Dolled up like you
never got Off the Big Alley in your life.
too? Rather coarse work. call It,"
80? Will you leave quietly or must
I ring for some one to throw you out ?"
demanded Waring.
He moved toward the telephone as
he spoke. But the thick-set man
laughed unpleasantly.
Never mind the bluff" he counseled.
I'm the house detective here. Mr..
Waring. If anybody's thrown out, It'll
be you But I amt a crab I don't
supposin' he's not a piker. Where's the
lady?"
LADY," But Warnings Indignant sur
prise served only to amuse the house
detective.
"You heard me. Lady I said. TIL
IL tn
you don't want me to. do you? Course
not. Well. then. suppose you write me
little check, Mr.. Waring Oh, no, I'm
not bit afraid you'll stop IL, or do
anything unpleasant. And I think I'm
quite generous not demanding cash.
But. of course, on this kind Of little
party a gent needs all the spot cash
he's got with him. A check for a hun
dred. Mr.. Waring. What say?''
Waring sat down: he lighted a cigar
ette. He eyed, speculatively, the man
leaning against the door He had been
recognized. yes; but he was in no Inn
mediate danger. 1t served as a dis
traction from the major perils that sur
rounded him, to Listen to this minor
affair.
would you mind telling me Just ex-
actly what your little game is?" he
asked quietly.
That's reasonable enough" said the
Grimfel. house detective of the Plu-
tonia- But used to be with the Green
hams. and it happens that I was with
them not SO very long aeo-recent
enough for me to remember that the
Greenhams was doing a little Job for a
Mr.. Philip Waring. Never noticed the
stenographer in the outer RECEPTION
room Of the Greenhams, did you. Mr..
Waring? Nice little doll. and YOU
might've noticed her. at that. No?
Well. she noticed you. all right. Point
ed you out to me one day and mention
camera-eye, maybe, still, I don't forget
. Mr.. Philip Waring, the Mr.. Philip
Waring when I see him, even IL I amt
assigned to the job he's given my
boss"
He paused moment. simple
enough, amt it?' he asked'
Why. think I'm beginrinr to ses.~
said Waring.f