The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-07

had lied about her British natiOnaIf- ty," and perhaps had not registered herself properly. That would account for her objection to hotels. Fanny was quick-tempered and had really been very worried about her It. tie dog, but now that Sada was safe and Litzi pleaded and promised she gave in.
 Very we'll" she said, "only really you must go tonight It's most uncoIn- fortable for Miss Connolly and very embarrassing for me. We don't want to turn you out. but She finished with e smile in which LitA joined. | Nothing could disturb the serenity of | Litz1s good temper.
 Preparatory to her "elopem ent" l the German woman completely over- l hauled the corytents of her two bags. 1 She tore up a quantity of papers, but 1 careleesly, and threw them into the | waste-paper basket Fanny Kaye hap 1 pened to be at home all day, and Ldtzt l drew her attention to several articles l in her fitted dressing-bag. In case of capture, for instance, Litzi 1 would have a witness who would be 1 able to say that she had used bot tie of lemon juice for her finger nails | and that the brown powder was spr1n- | kled on her hair and brushed out for | cleansing purposes instead of having | anything to do with bringing out in- | visible ink.
 i She made one of her careful toiI- | cites. In fact, she spent the entire day l in bathing herself, washing and drying l her hair, running ribbons through her i extravagant underwear, and making | herscelf generally trim a pin. Her spirits rose higher and higher. It l cannot be possible that she really in timated capture, but towards eventng g
 she became rather sober, and Fanny | noticed that she looked somewhat pale
 and anxious.
 Della Donne11y came home and Fan
 ny drew her into the kitchen for a
 private confab. Miss Connolly was disgusted and angry. q think she Is really going to
 Brighton this evening" said Fanny. It was then about six o'clock, and
 Litzi had already put on her finest gown and her big pluned hat She had ensconsed herself in the little drawing-room with the inevitable magazine and writing-pad on her lap, one knee gracefully flung over the ] other. She was writing poetry again l This poem, subsequently, read aloud at her trials, was called The Pan- ther,' and was dedicated to Row ] 1andson.
 II TO leave her TOT a moment ana SC back to the worried Schmidt family 7 The police had given them a simple option. They could produce Litz i Wertheim in twenty-four hours, or stand trial for treason themselves. They were in a very inevitable ! position, and in no mood to daily. Ii they could produce Litzi Werth elm I it was a certainty that they would ] Pa Schmidt had got the wind uI considerably, and his worthy wife 5 was no les perturbed. The servant was questioned without avail. Al s she knew was that Mrs. Werth ein had called for her letters, and was s very annoyed because they had beer tempered with; also that she had 8 small dog with her, and had taker Lena for a walk.
 Ell It was Lenas turn next. aI Where did you go with Mrs Wertheim ?" her parents asked. al Lena shook her head. She did moi ! know.
 But you must have gone some E wflere!"
 Lena admitted that 1t was to z q house, but did not know where the < house was The police saw at once that the child was lying, and possi ] bly, her parents suspected it, for they 5 kept on at her desperately. Int } crafty Litzi had in some manner 3 managed to purchase the child's si lence.
 where was the house?" Still Len; s did not know. Well, who did yoI = see at the house?"
 Two ladies'" Lena replied unwil
 lingly.
 "who does the little pup belonl = tor"
 s "Ore of the ladies'" grudged Lena.
 What was her name?"
 Lena shut her lips and refused t, = answer, and in vain did the desper d ate parents plead and threaten, coa: = and bribe. She simply would no - tell. At this point the story of eight year-old Lena Schmidt becomes rath CT narrowing. TO put 1t as simp1. 6 as possible, little Lena was wh1ppe = by her loving mother. Her howl d and cries for mercy brought only re
 newed aplication of the parental slip
 per, and finally she could endur - no more.
 Tho Glue of the Pug Dog. Tn t-teIl!" she gasped betweel
 yells. Let me go and I'll t-tell. Tn
 little d-dog belongs to a Miss Kay
 in Regents Park Road"
 The police had never heard Of
 Miss Kaye who was remotely con | nected with any Litzi Wertheirn's re 1 cent exploits They thought the
 knew every single person who migh
 be counted upon to give her sane
 tuary, but "Miss Kaye" was not ol
 the list.
 However, 1t was the only clue the.
 had, and it was necessary to g'
 ahead on the assumption that a Mis-
 Kaye who owned a pug dog and liv
 ed somewhere in Regents Park Reat
 could tell them something of interes
 concerning the movements Of Litz 1 Werth elm.
 The dog, a familiar figure in tn
 neighborheod, helped quickly to es
 tablish the identify Of the particula
 house.
 When Fanny took Sada. cut for
 short walk after supper that nigh
 two men in plain clothes ebserve'
 her carefully. Several others were Sc
 creted among the trees on the greer
 banks of the canal, which the bacl 1 of tho house overlooked. When Row