Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-04-18
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in time. Her heart suddenly went
down in swooning sickness and her
breath almost went from her. Her
head was Keeling, and all the time she
was trying to tell herself that she was
e~xaggerating this thing, that, probably
the man. would slow up, OF something
and 1t would all be explained. Yes,
was In another lonely spot and out
from the bushes there appeared. as II
by magic, another man, a queer-look-
ing man with q heavy nfustache that
looked rs IL it didn't belong to him.
He stood alertly waiting for the car
and sprang into the front seat without
waiting for 1t to stop, or even glancing'
back at her, and the car shot forward
again with great leaps.
Shirley dropped sui the two cards
together that she had just written and
leaned forward, touching the new
conner on the arm.
won't vol please make this driver
understand that he is taking me to the
wrong place?" she said with q pleas
ant smile. II must get back to an Of
flee two or three blocks away from the
Treasury building somewhere. I must
turn back at onc or I shall miss my
1t is quite important. Tell him, please,
l will pay him well If he will get me
back at once" .
The stranger turned with an oily
smile. n.
"That'seall right, Miss. He isn't
making any mistake, We're taking
you right to Secretary Bakers country
home. He sent for your man. Mr.
What's his name? I forget. Barnard?
Oh. yes. He sent for Mr.. Barnard to
come out there, sent his private car
down for him; and Mr.. Barnard, he
left orders we should go after you and
/ want to change, in those notes you
was taking. There was a mistake.
and the secretary he wanted to look
after the matter himself"
Shirley sat back with a sudden feel
ing Of weakness and a fear she might
faint. although she had neve done
such a thing in her life. She was not
she saw at one that she must not let
the man know it. The idea that Sec
rotary Baker would pause in the midst
OF his multiplicity Of duties to look
into the details of a small article = Of
manufacture vas ridiculous! 1t was
equally improbable hat Mr.. Barnard
would have sent strangers after her
and let her be carried off in this queer
way He had been most particular
that she should We looked after care
fully. She was horribly to blame that
she had allowed herself to be carried
back at all until Mr. Barnard himself
appeared; and yet, was she? That
surely had been the page <rom the
Office who came with the message?
now. and h must do her best while
there was any chance to do anything.
She must drop all Those postals some-
how, and she must hide those notes
somewhere. and perhaps write some
others.-fake ones. What should she
do first?
t'Father, help me: Show me! oh.
don't let me lose the notes! Please
take care of mel" Again and again
her heart prayed as her hand worked
stealthily in her bag, while she tried
to put a pleasant smile upon her face
and pretend she was still deceived,
! leaning forward and speaking to the
strange man once more: : d
rs Secretary Bakers home much
farther from here ;" she asked, feel
ing her lips draw, stiffly in the frozen
smile she forced. Twill it take long?"
Bout ten minutes" the man an
swered ~graciously, with a peculiar
look toward the driver. Mice view
round here!" he added affably with
a leering look of admiration toward
! her.
shirley's heart stood still with new
fear. but she managed to make her
white lips smile again and murmur,
"Charming!" :
Then she leaned back again and
fused around in her bag, ostenta-
tiously bringing out a cleah handker-
chief. though she really had been de-
taching the pages which contained the
There were not many of them, for she
always wrote closely in small charac-
ters. But where should she hide
them? Pull the lining away from the
edge of her bag and slip them inside?
No. for the bag would be the first
place they would likely search, and
she could not poke the lining back
smoothly so it would not show. If
she should try to drop the Tiny pages
down her neck inside her blouse, the
men would very likely see her. Dared
she try to. slip the leaves down under
the linen robe hat lay over her lap
and put them inside her shoe? She
was wearing plain little black pumps,
and the pages would easily go in the
they would be we'll hidden, and they
would o rattle and give notice Of
their presence; but oh, what a terrible
risk If anything should happen to
knock off her shoe, or II. they should
try to search her! Still she must take
SOME IISN ana tnlS was tue SAFEST risk
at hand. She must try it and then
write out some fake notes, giving false
numbers and sizes, and other phrase
ology. Or stay! Wasn't there al
ready something written in thatfbook
that would answer? Some specihca-
tons she had written down. for the
Tiflman-Brooks company. Yes. she
was sure. It wasn't at all for the
same articles. nor the same measure
ments, but only an expert would know
that. She leaned down quite naturally
I'd pick up her handkerchief and
deity managed to get five small leaves
slipped into her right shoe. 1t occur-
red to her that she must keep her
keepers deceived, so she asked once
more In gracious tones: s.
Would 1t trouble you any to- mail
a card for me rs soon as possible
after we arrive? I am afraid my
mother will be worried about my de-
lay and she isn't we'll. I suppose they
have a postofnce out this way"
"Sure, Miss" said the man again,
with another leering smile that made
her resolve to have nc further CONVEX
satton than was absolutely. necessary.
She took out her fountain pen and
hurriedly wrote:
Detained longer than I expected.
May not get back tonight. ST. H.
and handed the cardfto the man. He
took 1t and turned 1t over, all too evil
| IDENTIFY reading 1t, and nut It In his