Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1919-03-06

him.
$50 You really think the Count
was in this Don that night?"
"Surc!y ! do. It's no insult. to
the lady memory to say so. She
had Il right to receive him in her
boudoir if she chose to do So It's
no secret that she was trying to
annex him, and lie was not entire
ly unwilling. You settle way
j dope ii out-shc had linn up lie 2
to show Off her stunning jewels,
and so tempt him on to Il dcclara-
ton that she couldn't secm to
work him up 10 otherwise. You
know she sad. Tomorrow these
may all b. Yours. # you will only
@ or some words to tllat effect.
Mat cotld all lNat mean, except
az have i~odieatcd2 Ana She said,
iou arc The game Ina after
ifase weren't The words, | know,
h0i II meant tnat.H
.Ilewever. I can't think the
Cruat stuck tbrt awful blow that
Fractured her sHun. Villain he
may b., even a murderous one. but
that blacfjack business, TO my
mind. points to a lower type of
brain, a more thick skinned Grim
inal.'
Stone spoke musingly, looking
about thc room as he talked.
Could II be" he went on,
that she was talking 10 herself2
Or, say, to q picture-a photo
graph of somebody? don't see
&Ay photographs about"
Both men looked around, but
there We're no portraits to be seen.
Funny said Hardy: "most
women have photographs of their
family or relatives all over the
place. Not even one of Miss Stu.
art or of her nephew, Loria."
mo, nor any of absent friends
or schoolmates.' Stone looked
over all the silver paraphernalia
OF the dressing table and other
tables for eve a small framed
photograph that might have es-
capped notice, but found none. On
the walls hang only gilt framed
water colors or photographs Of ia
nous bits OF art or architecture
in dark wood frames. Many of
these were OF old world master
pieces, Italian catlledrals or Egyp-
tian temples. Others were a we'll
known Madonna, q Venus of Milo,
and n at which Hardy ex-
claimed: "She's a sure enough
peach! Who's she?'>
That's Cleopatra, starting on
her Nile trip" said Stone, smiling
at Hardy's evident admiration.
'Tis, ehf Then Loria brought
it to her. He's daffy over any
thing Egyptian. And he's mighty
generous. The house is full of the
stuff he brings or sends over; and
it's his money, Mr.. Stone, that
pays your damages. Miss Stuart,
now, She none too free handed,
they say"
But Fleming Stone paid little
heed to this gossip. He was study
ing the photographs of the dead
lady at being Of far more interest
than pictures on the b0udOir walls.
"Where's that maidi" he said
suddenly 1.-THE one who brought
the breakfast tray"
"She's in the sanatorium," re-
turned Hardy; 1--WE told you that,
Mr.. Stone"
Eyes, yes, l know. But wherei
Can 1 see heri Now, at oncel"
Yes, / suppose SO. It's right
near here. A small private affair,
only a few patients. They needn't
really have sent, her, but she car-
ried on so Miss Stuart wouldn't
have her about any longer"
"Come, let us go there" As no
spoke, Fleming Stone left the
room, and, without waiting for the
hurrying Hardy, ran downstairs
and was in the hall getting into
his great coat when the other
joined him.
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