New Britain herald., 1918-03-07

II had any last lingering doubt concerning Harry Underwood's inno- cence of the personal plots against my peace or mind. it must have vanished as | saw the horror depicted on his lace when the idea that I might sus- pect hlm first daWned upon him.
 It might be acting, but if it were, his emotion was so si1illfullv simulated it would have taken a person much more experienced than I to detect it. But l was sure that it wasn't acting l hastencd to reassurc him.
 If ] had thought you had anything to do with those anonymous clippings l should hardly be telling you about them," I said quietly.
 A look of relief flashed into his eyes.
 Thank you" he aid earnestly.
 But the wrath still fingered in his cyes-Wrath which | WAS certain had a, definite object He bent his eyes on the table, tracing vague lines on the cloth with his fork, and I saw that he was pondering something deeply
 Look here,' he said, suddenly g1ancing up, and there was a world of palned humiliation in his eyes, 'you've given me a. confidence and I'm going to give you one. And I'm not going to extract any promise of secrecy, either. I'd advise you not to toll old Dicky about it, but it might be worth while to contide in Lii, who is the one best bet for you to tie to. But I'll leave that to your own judgment
 1T will not abuse tho contidence,' I said quietly.
 Harry UnderwoodS Promise.
 It gave me an eerie sort of feeling to hear this man speak Lillians name in such a confident, friendly fashion after offering her the supreme insult a husband can give a Wife-caddish desertion for another woman. But I put the emotion down. I felt sure that Lillian would approve what I had accomplished so far Harry Under wood was on the brink of confidence which, I felt sure, concerned Grace Draper. 1t might eventually lead to the knowledge of the plots against the country in which Lillian was so con- fident Grace Draper was involved
 This hellish business is an absolute surprise to me- Harry Underwood be- gan slowly. "But, notwithstanding that, I think I know who is responsi- ble for it, and I think you know the person I mean
 FIe stopped, looked at me fixedly, and there must have been something almost hypothic in the gaze, for my lips moved involuntarily, and breathed the name I had no intention of men tioning directly to him.
 "Grace Draper?''
 Exactly he returned, "and a lucky thing it is that you happened to tell me this today. 'Au revoir for two weeks that thing said, didn't it?'
 hoUIp6 nv head in assent
 And you said the two weeks were almost up,'' he unused. Well, I'll have my work cut out for me to keep her from any more beastly tricks like that, but I give you my word that I'll keep her in order for while at least
 My lips and tongue were parched, feveriSh with suspense. It wasn't the letters themselves, but the awful un- certainty concerning my father their contents breathed that primarily had brought mo to this tea room with Harry Underwood And so far I had learned nothing. The promise to keep Grace Draper from further annoying me was reassuring enough in it's way, but it didn't relieve my most poignant anxiety. I looked up at the man op- posite me pleadingly.
 Others Game to Lunch.
 "Is there nothing you can tell me about my fathers fate ?'' I asked.
 Across his face fitted an expression which I couldn't fathom. It might be pain, remoTse, fright Whatever it was, it was gone in an instant, and he bent toward me, his usual courtly i'm perturbable self