Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-03-22

and his Intentions. Once friend. but
aiter that IN unsuccessful lover What
uld she know OF him or Cf these people
,il,o ,i, whose hands he was committing
her? Germans She was ready to be-
heNe anything of them after Belgium
Tho worstl Had Rizzio's story about
esringlng her TO the head of the Secret
service OF Germany been n mere in
vention to serve other ends? He had
told her at KilmCraclt House that he
would never give her up. Was this
what he had meant? A blind terror
seized her which seemed for the mo-
ment 70 deadcn all her faculties for
seemed to stinc her, its walls and cell
inE 10 he closing in to crush her. She
stumbled TO the bed. upon which she
tell and lay for long while exhausted.
ana Mt last the blessing of tears came
to her and then, sleep.
How long Doris slept she did not
Know, but she realized that 1t could not
have been long, for strange ugly fig
urcs came into her dreams and strange
ugly events followed each other with
lightning swiftness. But knock upon
the door brought her back 10 the ter
rors OF her ~prcdicamcnt and she an
swered 1t, wondering what was to hap
pen. II was "A tall man in the lager
toast, eggs and n cup of chocolate. lie
entered with n smile and polite greet
Ing In German, putting the tray upon
the table and then forcing open the
shutters little so that a narrow bar
OF sunlight came into tho room and
lay upon the bright druggct upon the
floor, BY its light she examined the
man. He was tall, griz2led at the tenn
pies and walked with a slight limp. lilo
smiled at her again and she could not
refrain from answering tho smile In
kind.
"I hope the Fraulcin will enjoy hcr
lunch" he said. THE toast especially.
for i have made 1t myself | trust
that the Fraulcin prefers dry toast"
Thanks. anything will do. l am
not hungry.
Il am sorry" said tho Forester, bow
ing. and then continuing, in a lower
tone; The Fraulein will not forget
that the toast Is excellent and that
made 1t myself"
She examined him Curiously wonder
ing whether he were not perhaps n little
demented But at the door he bowed
and disappeared, and she heard the key
turn In the lock. He was apparently
not too domented to forget that she
was Il prisoner.
She was not hungry. hut she knew
that she must eat something tG Keep
up her strength for any ordeal that was
in store for her SO she drew a chair
to the table and sat, pouring out the
chocolate in the cup and helping her
self to the eggs.
All the while she thought OF the
strange behavior Of her scrvitor. why
did he lay such stress upon the OK
Ccllcnce of the dry toast? And why be-
cause 1t was dry? She raised piece
Of 1t with her fingers and examined it.
surprise escaped her Above the third
piece of toast, folded neatly, was n thin
strip of paper She glanced toward the
door and window, and then getting nv
from the table and going to spot where
observation Of her actions was impos-
siblc, opened the slip of paper. 1t was
in Cyr's hand.
Don't be frightened (she rcad). You
are to be questioned. Follow these
instructions. I made copy of message
in lieathcote library night Of dinner
while waiting for you to get wraps. !
hid It In right sash Of motor. copy
and original of message the same.
You and | are enemies. Therefore,
ignore me. Rizzio acted for scotland
Yard. AS to the rest tell truth CN-
aCtly and no harm can come to me. |
will find means later to communicate,
Burn his Immediately.
Her heart beating high, she read the
paper through twice to famiiarize her
self with the instructions which she per-
fectly understood. Then she found a
matchbox on the Candlcstick, put the
paper in the hearth and burned it, After
that she sat at the table and ate. II
was there that Capain Won Winder
found her some moments later when he
came to request her presence in the
room on the ground floor.
During the time that Doris slept. in
the living room downstairs General Vor
Stromberg sat with John RiZ2iO. a
peaceful winter landscape looked in ai
the windows, the sun slanted in yell
low rhomboid upon the floor, n cheerful
fire was burning upon the hearth and
General Won Stromberg, his left hant
tapping gently upon the back of hi!
right. was gravely listening to John
Rizzio's story. All Of the pieces of the
little game were upon the board, He
was now about TO move them skillfully
from one square to another until only
one piece remained. and that one piece