Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-01

to. a table on which stood small oak
from it and placed on the table u watch
and chain.
His duties were now finished, and,
according to some prescribed rule: no
left the room carefully and softly,
closing the door behind him. 80.
Jones took up the watch and chain.
The watch was as thin as five
shilling piece, the chain was a mere
thread of gold. 1t was an evening
affair. to be worn with. dress clothes.
and this fact presented to the mind
of Jones q confirmation of the idea
that not only was he literally In
Roohester's shoes. but that Roches-
ter's ordinary watch and chain had
not returned.
He determined to clear this matter at
slider another point. Ills own old
Waterbury and rolled gold chain, and
the few unimportant letters in his
pockets-w'here werc they?
II determined to clear this matter
once, and boldly rang the bell.
The valet answered it.
"When came back last night--cr-
was there anything in my pockets?'
mo. my lord. They had taken every
thing from the pockets" =
mo watch and chain?"
'No. my lord"
"Have you the clothes 7 came back
IMP"
eyes my lord"
go and fetch them"
The: man disappeared and returned
in minute with a bundle of clothes
neatly folded on his arm.
"Mr. Church told me to keep them
careful, lest you'd want to put the
matter in the hands Of the police,
my lord, shoclsin' old things they are"
Jones examined the clothes. They
lat 1T l,n l,nr1
worn yesterday lay there. and the sight
of them filled his mind with a nos
talgia and a desire for them-a home
sickness and q clothes sickness-be-
You'd expression.
lie was absolutely sure from the
were not ''in the know" A wild I'M
pulse came to him to take the ex-
hibitor of these remnants of his past
into his confidence. To say right out:
I'm Jones. Victor Jones Of Phila-
delphia. I'm no lord. Here, gimme
let's call it quits"
The word police" already dropped,
held him back. He was an imp09tOr
If he were to declare the facts before
Rochester returned. what might be
the result? Whatever the result
might be, one thing was certain, 1t
would be unpleasant. Besides, he was
no prisoner, once downstairs he could
leave the house.
So instead of saying: I'm Victor
Jones Of Philadelphia" he said: "Take
them away" and finding himself alone
once more he sat down to consider
Rochester must have gone through
his pockets, not for loot, but for the
purpose of removing any article that
might cast suspicion or raise the
suspicion that he, Jones, was not
Rochester. That seemed plain
enough, and there was an earnest
ness of purpose in the fact that was
disturbing.
There was no use in thinking, how
ever. lie would go downstairs and
make his escape. He was sayagely
hungry. but he reckoned the Savoy
was\good enough for one more meal
if he could get there.
Leaving the watch and chain-un-
ambitious to add a charge Of larceny
to his other troubles, should fate
arrest him before the return of
Rochcster--he came down the corridor
to a landing giving upon a flight of
stairs, UP which. save for the graz
dent, a coach and horses might have
driven.
The place was a palace. Vast pic
lures by gloomy old artists. pictures
of men in armor, men in ruffs. wom-
en- without armor or ruffs. or even
a rag Of chiffon. pictures worth mill
lions of dollars ne doubt hung from
tho walls of the lxHdingi ahd the wall