The Washington times., 1918-03-29
The Wolves of New York
A STORY OF LOVE AND MYSTERY
Armed With Letters From Lillian t.
Mrs. Borradale and Esther, PietrO
Goes For Ransom and Fails.

cloak she had been wearing for her
own clothes. Then she laid herself
down. fully dressed, upon the bed.
and slept for several hours from
sheer physical fatigue.
Pietro Returns Empty Handed.
She slept through the day. and she
had barely risen from her bed and
made a faint attempt to eat some
food when Pietro returned. His
mein was gloomy and morose, a
contrast to his manner Of the morn
ing.
"weI1?" asked Lillian hastily.
He kicked a chair angriIy.
"You have brought nothing7" She
had risen In good spirits, contempla-
ting the conclusion OF her imprison-
ment.
''Nisnte." he muttered. IT have
nothing ~
Did they refuse?" Lillian eIenoh-
ed her fists, and her face darkened.
She had been so confident Of sue
cess. 1t was not possible that her
fears OF the night were indeed vert
fled.
MRS Borradale Is ILL.," said the
man hoarsely. "She was taken III .
few. days ago-three or four-at
Helm Court. They have moved her
to the Towers. She cannot speak .
word. and no one may talk to her.
Mr.. Borradale Is with her night and,
day"
You saw hImT"
No Hope in Sight
7 sent in your letter. but he ~
fused to see me. He babe his fell
lows throw me out" Pietro glanced
ruefully at his dIsordered coat
They handled me roughly he add
ed, with the addition of a string Of
oaths.
And Miss vasseli?"
Il went on to Helm Court. Miss
Vassen has gone abroad with her
chaperon- 1t was by the Doctors
definite orders. They refused to
give me any address. and would not
undertake to forward a letter. Miss
Vassell was not to be bothered by
business. they said. So there. Sig
nora Lillian. that is the result Of
your first days hopes"
And my best groaned Lillian.
She threw herself down on the bed
again and turned her face to the
wall to hide her tears.
Epstone Calls ON His Father.
With his usual III luck In such
matters, Epstone elected to call on
his father. with a view to reconcile
alton. on the same morning that
the testy old gentleman received
Lillian's threatening letter. Father
and son had not met for some years,
for the prodigai-well provided with
money at that time-had left the
parental roof in q ut OF temper and
had never been invited to return to
1t. When his difficulties arose, he
made one or two frantic appeals for
assistance, but these had been re-
jected with scorn-
Now, however. things seemed bet
ter for young Epstone. He was clear
Of his difficulties owing. to Gold
smiths death and his abstraction
OF the papers from the money lend
er's desk-those documents, includ-
ing the forged checks, which had so
often been used as a whip to lash
him with. The theft. IL theft II
could be called. had not been discov-
cred. nor was 10 likely to be, though
Epstone did not forget that he
nave u TcChOn Win hOETl8
In the matter. For the present ev-
erything was in confusion. and the
police were in possession OF the
money lenders house and property.
No Trace of the Murderer.
The central office detective bureau
was on Its metal this time. but, a.
before, the keenest efforts to trace
the mysterious murderer seemed
futile. This was the third murder
that was apparently committed by
the same hand. and there seemed no
prospect Of the criminal being ar
rested.
Senator Epstone lived In Bryant
Square. His house was furnished
with the cold luxury which seemed
appropriate to a man of professed
austerity. He himself suited his
surroundings.
The Senator sat in his study, a
heavy frown on his brow. when his
son was shown In. Charles entered
the room tauntily, and as II he fully
expected to be warmly welcomed.
He had merely sent his father a note
the night before to announce his
coming, and he had half anticipated
to be refused admission. His jaunty
air. therefore. on entering the study
was adopted in order to convey the
idea that he had not feared any
such action on his fathers part. In
his heart he was very much afraid
Of the stern, grim old man
How do you do. father?" he
said. awkwardly extending his hand.
You're looking fit." Which was
distinctly untrue. but young Ep-
stone was too nervous to give the
matter any serious consideration.
Ito Be Continued Tomorrow
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