Evening star., 1919-01-19
tcoNTINuEp FROM LAST sunday

bookcase containing volumes of
the Sunday Companion, Sword and
Trowel Home Influence, and Ouda's
Shilling edition.
The parlor boasted of a horsehair
sofa, chairs to match, pictures to
match. and o glass-fronted bookcase
containing volumes of the Sunday
Companion. Sword and Trowel. Home
Influence, and Ouida's Moths" in the
old, yellow-back. two-shiIllng editions
Very nice indeed said Jones.
'What do you charge"
We'll, SIR" said the landlady--her
name was Henshaw-"its a pound
week for the two rooms without
board. two pounds with"
ANY extras?" asked the artful
Jones.
well, that will do me nicely. I
came along here right from the sta
ton ana & &my portmantsan hssn, ssn s.rs ar
and the porter told me he had put it
on the train. I'll have to go up to
the station this evening again to see
II 1t has arrived. Meanwhile, seeing
I haven't my luggage with me, III
She assured him that this was un-
necessary. but he insisted.
When she had accepted the money
she asked him what he would have
for supper. or would he prefer late
dinner.
supper" replied Jones, "oh, any
thing. I'm not particular"
Then he found himself alone. He
sat down on the horsehair sofa to
think. Would Hoover circularize his
,xID Nn
that was highly improbable. Hoover's
was a high class establishment he
would avoid publicity as much as
possible, but he would be pretty sure
to use the intelligence such as it
was, Of the police, telling them to
Would he make inquiries at all the
lodging houses? That was a doubt
ful point. Jones tried to fancy him
self in Hoover's position and failed.
One thing certainly Hoover would
do--have all the exits from Sand
bourne Sea watched. That was
the logical thing TO do. and Hoover
was a logical man.
There was nothing to do but give
the hunt time to cool Off. and at this
ing in this room of right angles
and horsehair covered furniture
rose up before him like a black
billow. Then came the almost COM
forting thought, he could not
lurk without creating suspicion on
have to get out somehow. The
OF seaweed hanging by the mantel-
piece dry as tinder. A seaside visitor
who sat all day in his room IN the
face Of such weather would create
most unhealthy interest in the nina
OF. any seaside landlady. No. what
ever else he might do he could not
lurk.
situations are the little things that
sneak to one for once in their lives.
The pattern of the carpet that tens
that your wife has run away with all
YOUR money, and left you with seven
children to look after, the form OF the
chair that tells you that Justice with
a moose In her hand Is waiting on the
front door step. Jones' Just now, was
under the obsession of the picture or
the ROOM whose place was above the
mantelpiece.
1t WAS an oleograph OF gentleman
in uniform. probably the prince con-
sort, correct, sane, urbane-a terrible
comparison for q man in an insane
situation, for insanity is not confined
to the brain of man or Its produc-
tions--though heaven knows she has
a flne field Of movement in both.
A laundering rat-tat-tat at the hall
door brought Jones to his feet. He
heard the door answered. voice out
side, saying "N'k you" and the door
shut 1t was some parcel left in.
Then he heard Mrs. Henshaw descend
ing the kitchen stairs and all was
quit He turned to the bookcase.
opened it, inspected the contents, and
chose Moths"
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