The Washington times., 1918-07-03

breakfast before Won Geldensteln
had begun his. While the man sat
at the table his sister Installed her
self, as was her wont. By the dro
with the daily paper. She was &c
eustomed to read out scraps of
news. generally selecting murder
cases or any horrors that might a.
the time be agitating the public.
They haven't got him yet" she
remarked. turning down the sheet
and greedily scanning = certain
paragraph.
Nobody answered her. Lillian was
busy with her morning housekeep-
ms and Gsldensteiu did not lIft
his eyes from Ms plate.
He must have got clean sway -
South Amerieas they think. They
are watching the ports. what
think you about Il. Lillanfs
Thus directly addressed. Lllian
looked Up.
what are you reading aboutrs
she asked.
This murder. Il Is 50 terrible
that the man escaped And tha
poor sailor-tO be killed for moth
ing"
what murderF' He glanced up
and spoke listlessiy. He felt that
for the sake OF appearances hs
must Join in the conversation.
-Aeh, you have not heArd1 But
forget: you read not murder cases.
II was In a courtyard near James
slip. I know the very spot" Won
Geldenstein glanced At her angrflF.
He could not bear any references
to the days when his parents. upon
their migration to America. 90
settled In the quarter near Cherry
Hill.
"A sailor' She went on without
noticing her brothers angry
glance. and in evident enjoyment
Of her theme. ~The poor fellow
had evidently been up among the
dealers selling things he had
brought from, abroad His pockets
were empty. %. he must have been
robbed"
"a sordid murder" put In Lillian.
@I cannot make out why people are
taking 50 much interest in IL"
An Artistic JOb Of Murder.
Zach. because It was all done 50
quickly" went on Rachel with un-
diminished relish. Think OF IT.
The policeman passed through sha
couTt-there Is nothing there-the.
streets on either side are fun Of
nfe-the life and movement Of =
Sunday night-ten minutes later he
passed again and there lies the
poor sailor huddled up on . door
step. stabbed in, the back No one
knew anything, not q cry. not q
struggle-nothing! His pockets are
empty. though Il Il known that he
had visited the dealers and sold
things to them Also he was weaR-
ing q nugget OF gold set IN . pin
that disappeared, too. The poilee
hope to trace that nuggeE buE
they nnd Il not yet Il seems that
even the pearl buttons were torn
from his eoat-he was wearing .
coat with pearl buttons-why. ask
the police. for the buttens are not s
Of Value-yet they are gene. and
cannot be traced.S ~
"Is no one suspsctsdTs Yos osI6-
enstein put the question 70 Lillian.
He always tired OF Raehel's Iong
stories.
aT have hardly followed the
case" she replied. II fancy that
the sailor had been knocking about
with . companion. someone from
his own ship. The police seem to
suspect this man. for he has disap-
peared: anyway, II - for him that
they are hunting. But. as I said.
- q sordid case, and not par
ticularly interesting"
She resumed the study Of her ac-
count book, and silence feIl upon
the room, broken now and again BY
little grunts Of interset from Miss
Rachel. buried in her newspaper.
After awhile Won Geldenstein
pushed back his chair. He had
L
accumulated correspondence. Now
and again Lillian. glancing at him.
saw his eyes contract and his fore
head crease into lines Of anger and
annoyance. He judges he was
reading letters referring to his
broken engagement
Mrs Willoughby," he said a.
last. will you join me in the study
as soon as you are at letsureg'
AT once" She rose and followed
him. Miss Rachel had handed over
the key. 50 there was no difficulty
In gaining admission. He carefully
closed the door behind them
He was quite himself now. ths
excitement OF the previous nlghg
having passed away. But Lillian
noticed that q melancholy express
sion. strange to them. had eoms
into his frank black eyes, and that
his lips twitched = little. He Was
dressed In hts usual immGeulafs
style. but his coat hung loosely
about him.
pray take a seat"
Lillian obeyed- The man stanke4
over to the firs place, and. stoop-
ing, lit the gas stove He prefer
red the stove to the open nre: Il
was one OF the few "reminiscences
OF his Teutonic origin which he re-
tanned.
He rose again. his face q little
flushed though Il quickly returned
to its natural sallownesS. He spoke
from his place on the heavy
hearth rug and his voice was
quick, hoarSe and unnatural
GeIdensteIn Asks COaAdelee.
"First. Mrs. willoughby." he said.
ct must appeal to your honor to
preserve silence about the events
of last night"
Certainly" replied Lillian. WITH
sincerity. II was very far from
her mind to reveal what she knew
to any one.
Thank you. I presume the news
papers got hold OF the story Of
my disappearanee:"
"Yes. Because OF the wedding
"Just so. Otherwise IL would have
passed unnoticed. Well. must see
that a paragraph gets inserted stat