Evening star., 1918-08-11

Mrs. Clery's door. He didn't
know what 1 meant. of course, but
ne looked and listened. and when the
tr Train had gone by, drew him down
and then asked him what it was.
he answered that 1t was a pistol shot,
and he wanted to go back to see II
any dreadful thing had happened. But
l shook my head and told him 1t
was w one Of five. each one taking place
was at the loudest. Then he said
that this woman was practicing ut a
mark. and bade me look out or we
should have a house full Of anarchists.
At that: l loudly declared she should
go the first thing in the morning and
SO got rid Of him. But did not keep
my word. and for this reason: When
1 went to do her room work as I
always do Immediately after break
fast. I was all smiles and full of
the walls for the bulletholes 1 ex-
pected to zee there. But didn't
find any, and was puzzled enough
you may be sure. for those bullets
must have gone somewhere and
was quite certain that they had not
hardly dared to look at the ceiling,
for she was watching me and kept me
chatting and wondering till all OF a
sudden 1 noticed that one of the sofa
pillows was missing from it's place.
This set me thinking. and was
about to ask her what she had done
with 1t when my attention was drawn
away by seeing among the scraps in
the wastebasket ! had lifted to carry
out the end and corner Of what looked
like partly destroyed photograph.
This was something too strange not
to rouse any woman's curiosity, but
was careful not to give It, another
glance till I was well out of the room.
Then. as you may believe. drew 1t
quickly out. to find that all the middle
part was gone--shot to pieces by those
tearing bullets. Not a particle OF the
face was to be seen, and only enough
of the neck and shoulders to show
that 1t had been the portrait OF a man.
you want to talk to the woman. she
Is still here, though only keep her
in the hope of her being that Nine.
Duclos for whom money is offered.
l will tell you why / think this:
Not because Of torn skirt-you see
tisement printed in the papers-but
because she Is foreign and dark and
has decidedly drooping eyelid. Then
too, she halts little on one foot.
as ! noticed when 1 called her hur-
riedly to the window to see some-
thing. If you want to have look
at her, come after five and before
seven; we are both in then.
Yours respectfully.
CAROLINE DAVIS.
mo doubt that's the woman" COM
mented Gryce. 1--WE are fortunate in
hitting her trail at this critical
moment"
He had already glanced at the
muti1ated photograph lying before
him, but now he took 1t UP.
VERY little here" he remarked as
he examined first the face of 1t and
then the back. But IL you will let
me take It, may find that its place
is in our incompleted chain"
Take II. and II you would like to
have talk with the woman her
self"
"Yes, chief; 1 would like that above
all things"
VERY good I'm expecting her here
any minute. but--Well, what now?
What's upe"
An officer had entered hurriedly
after one quick knock.
Mrs. Davis lodger la gone" said
he. Left without a word to anybody.
When they went to her room they
found 1t empty, with five-dollar bill
pinned to the riddled cushion. AS no.
body saw her go, we are as much at
sea as ever"
A smile, both curious and fine,
crossed Mr.. Gryce's lips as he listened
to this, and turning earnestly to the