The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1918-04-01

When Allen Drake Arrived Al Last
THF platform waiting room al the
Jamaica station seemed ]lunclirr
than ever when the iuuulsltiye
guard had gone on his way. There had
been q certain protection 90 his pres.
rnCc alarming though his questions had
been But / knew ] ought 20 he glsd
he was gone. Ills eyes were entirely
too curious 60 make II safe for him 10
wllnc', the coming meeting between
myself and Allcif Drake.
That II, II there was 10 be any meet.
ing ! occupied myself in snc.ulaung
a, 90 Mr. brakes probable course after
Zoe had seen me Of on the train. II. a.
suspected. he had meant mr 40 read
N his casual remarks am order 10 wait
900 the jamaica platform until he CAME
lie would Of course. first have 10 rid
himself Of me company on Grace Draper.
Upon the speed with which hr accom-.
pli'hed that would depend tha manUcr
0i his trip 90 jamaica II 1t took too
long be- would have To get the next "y-
pres, out almost a iull hour away But
II he managed iu cludc her within o few
minutes oi my departure ! ielt .lfc that
hc would commander a tayiCIb. II. IN
deed he didn't have q machine of his
own ~ readiness. and motor a. jamaica
a. top spccd
What I should do II he didn't come
upon the next express or sooner ! did
not know ! would hardly dare 10 stay
40 the waiting room after the nryt Mar
vim train, after my explanation 10 the
inquisitiye guard
"Quiek-Into the Booth
II seemed inteminable hour, that .
put in going over the problem while my
fingers were knitting two. puflug two
but, alas. making a hopeless bungle OF
the counting When at last my purga
tory ended with the entrance into the
waiting room Of Mr.. Draper looking a.,
cool and unhurricd as II he wcc out Tor
a moonlight stroll. my trembling finger,
were powcrles' 10 hold the knitting AMI
the ball, needles and helmet fell to the
floor, a hopclesSly tangled mas. as |
rose. D.
Mr.. Drake bent and gathered mp the
Knitting deliberately But 10 my sur
prise, he did so, ! heard his voice IN
a tense whisper.
Quick. Get into the telephone booth
and pretend to be telcphoniug Take
everything with you
His words were like an electric bat
terry %galylnizing me into action Snatch
INK the knitting from his OutstrctChed
hand | crammcd II into Katherine
knitting bag. and with 1t and my own
travelling bag in my hands fairly sprung
INTO the telephone booth.
Alr Drake. must have closed the door
behind me. As | heard it shut ! turned
to the telephone, after depoSiting my
bags upon the floor, took down the re
cciyer. and with the other hand held the
transmitter down so hat central should
see no flash OF that number on her dis
talt switchboard Q
Whose Is That voice7
Then | yenturcd to turn nv ewes
toward the glass upper half Of the tclc-
phoue booth door. To my surprise it
was blocked by Mr.. brakes stllwart
shoulders. No one from the outside
could have discovered my identity so
ciiectually did he conceal me. Indeed,
| imagine that TO the casual glance the
telephone booth appeared to be empty.
| discovered something else. also.
After Mr.. Drake had closed the door he
must have pushed it open again ever SO
slightly. At any rate, though | could
neither see or be seen, | could hear the
sounds from outside. Even his breath
ing, calm, unhurricd like himself, was
audible to me.
But | hadn't long to wait for other
sounds. Footsteps came down the plat
form outside the windows, then roundr
ing the corner entered the door near
which Mr.. Drake was standing. ! tried
to tell myself that they were no differ.
cnt from the ordinary masculine foot