Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-27

take your clothing, too.
Breathless, Infatuated, she looked
desperately around herr caught sight
of the Kurdish dagger, leaped at 1t;
and for the third time found herself
struggling in his arms.
DON'T" she gasped. Let me go!
I-I'll give you what you want
do you mean it,
yes.
He released the dsheveled girl,
who shrank away from him. But the
devil himself g1owed in her black
eyes.
GO out of the ROOM" she said, IF
I'm to get the papers for you!'
II can't trust YOU" he answered.
III turn my back" And he walked
over to the olivewood box, where the
weapons lay.
Standing there he heard, presently,
the rustic of crumpling papers, heard
a half-smothered sob, waited, listen
ing, alert for further treachery on hef
part.
Hurry" he said
A. board creaked.
Don't move AGAIN. he cried. Ihe
floor boards creaked once more; and
he turned like a flash to find her in
her stocking feet, cad. halfway
20 where he stood In either hand
she held out bundle of papers,
and as they faced each other. she
took another step toward him.
Stand where you are" he warned
her. Throw those papers on the
foor!''
u
DO you heart"
Looking him straight in the eyes
she opened both hands; the papers
fell at her feet, and with them
dropped the two dagger-like steel
pins which had held her hat.
Now, go and put on your shoes, y
he said contemptuously, picking up
the papers and running over them
When he had counted them, he came
back to VIII ire she was standing.
Where are the others?"
What others?'
1.-The remainder of the papers! Yea
little devil, they're wrapped around
your body! Go into that pantry
Go quick! Undress and throw out
every rga ycu wear"
She drew a deep, qui"'~ing breath;
turned, entered the pantry and closed
the door Presently the door opened
little and her clothing dropped out
side in a heap.
There were papers in her stockings,
papers stitched to her stays, basted
inside her skirts. A roll of draw
ings traced on linen lay on the floor.
still retaining the warmth of nel
body around which they had -
wrapped.
He pulled the faded ambroideret
cover from the old piano and knocked
al the pantry door.
Put that on" he said, and como
out"
She emerged, swathed from ankle
to chin, her flushed face shaGoWed
by her fallen mass of dark hair. He
hi CHI jOh the
board, but discovered nothing more.
Then he picked up her hat. clothes
and shoes, laid them on the pantry
shelf, and CURLY babe her go back
and dress,
May I have the lamp and that
locking glass?"
IF YOU like" he said, preoccupied
with the papers.
While she was dressing, he re
packed the olive-wood box. She
emerged presently. carrying the lam,
ard he took II from her hurriedly,
lot knowing whether she might elect
to throw It at his head.
While she was putt on her
jacket he stood watcl ng her with
per- 2Xed and sombre gaze:
Il think" he remarked, that IN
the Orangeville Jail on my way to
town. Be kind enough to start to-
WarG the door"
AS she evinced no inclination to
stir, he passed one arm around her
and lifted her along d few feet; and
she turned on hi.>:, struggling, her
fact culvulscd with fury.
Keep your insolent hands off me,
she said. DO you hear?'
oh, yes, l hear" He NODDED
again toward the door. "Come,,' he
repeated impatiently; move on"
She hesitated; he picked up the
olive-wood box, extinguished the
lamp, opened rs flash, and motto !eu
with his head, significantly. She
walked ahead of him, face lowered,
Outside he closed and locked the
door of the house.
"This way" he said coldly.
IF you refuse, III pick
you up and carry you under my, arm.
l think by This time you realize !
can do it, too"
Halfway across the dark pasture
she stopped short in her tracks,
Have | got to carry YOU? he de
manded sharply
Don't have me locked up
why not?'
Pm not IA thief" -.
oh! Excuse me. What are you?,'
You know. Don't humiliate me"
"AnsWer my question. What are
you if you're not lady crock
I'm employed--as you are! Plny
the game fairly" She halted IN the
dark pasture, but he motioned her
TO so forward.
eff you don't keep on walking" ht
said, III pick you up as | would
pet cat and carry you. Now. then.
once more. who are you working for'
BY whom are you employed, # you're
not a plain theft"
'"The-Turkish embassy
What"
You knew it," she said in low
voice, walking through the darkness
beside him.
What is your name" he insisted.
"Dumont."
What else?"
Else Dumont."
"That's French
It's Alsatian German"
CAL right. Now. why did you break
INTO that house?"
ITO take what you took"
"To steal these papers for the Tur-
:ish embassy"
"To take them"
For the Turkish ambassador" he
reneated incredulously.
NO. for his military atttache.
What are you, a spy"
You knew it well enough. You
are one. also. But you have treated