The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-07-10
CHAPTER III-continued.

did not search the dead mans
.octets, | cared nothing who he was,
and did not want to know. My sole
sosire was to acquit Jacqueline Of his
aootb In the worlds eyes.
That he had come deserVedly by 1T
was positive.
Four o'clock was striking while I
uss climbing back into the room
,co,n, Jacqueline lay on the bed in
+hA same position; she had not stirred
during that hour.
took the knife from the floor
where I had flung it, scrubbed it, and
nIaced it In my suitcase. Then
scrubbed the floor clean, afterward
nbbing it with a soiled rag to make
its appearance uniform.
I thought l had finally removed all
traces of the affair; but, coming back,
perceived something upon the floor
which had escaped my notice. 1t was
the leather collar of the Eskimo dog,
with its big silver studs and the max
er's silver name plate.
All this while the animal had re-
NAMED perfectly quiet in the room
crouching at Jacqueline's feet and be-
side the bed.
came to the conclusion that there
might have been a struggle; that it
had run to its mistress's assistance,
and that the collar had been torn
from it by the dead man.
I picked the collar up and carried
It into the next room and held 1t un-
der the light. The letters of the
makers name were almost Obliterated,
but after a careful study I was able
Maclay & Robitaille, and the place Of
manufacture Quebec. This confirmed
my belief concerning Jacqueline's ma
tIv'ty.
] pried the plate from the leather
and slipped it into my pocket. I put
the broken collar into my suit case,
together with the dagger, and then 1
set about packing my things for the
journey which we were to undertake.
When I had finished packing I went
back to Jacqueline and sat beside
her while she slept.
In a little while it would begin to
tighten, and the advent of the day
filed me with a sort of terror.
l watched the sleeping girl. Who
was she? How could she sleep so
calmly after that nights deed? The
mystery seemed unfathomable; the
girl alone in the city, the robbers, the
dog, the dead man, and the one who
had escaped me.
Jacqueline's bag lay open on the
bureau and disgorged bills. There
were rolls and rolls of them-eight
thousand dollars did not seem too
much.
raised her hand and held it in my
own, and I sat thus until the roorn be-
gan to tighten, watching her all the
while
At last she stirred, her eyes opened,
and she sat up. She gazed at me with
apathy, but there was also recogni-
ton in her look.
DO you know me, JacQueline?"
asked.
My friend Paul"
"Jacqueline, am going to take you
nome" [ said, hoping that she would
Tell me something, but I dared ask her
40 more. I meant to take her to Que
oec and make inquiries there.
am going to take you home,
'acqueline," repeated.
Yes, Paul." she answered in that
Voclle manner of hers.
1t is lucky you have your furs, be-
Sause the winter is cold where your
home is"
Yes, Paul." she repeated as before,
"nu few more probings on my part
eOnVlnced me that she remembered
uOthlng at all. Her mind was like
perSons newly awakened in a strange
'1nu' But this state brought with it
~ rear only a peaceful quietude and
A"llh which was very touching.
NOW, JacQueline," said, 1--WE shall
lave to begin to make ready for our
Journey"
mad just remembered that the stor-
company was to call that
"'' The van would probably be at
Nue nouse early in the morning, and it
vas essential that we should be gone
Oe1ore it arrived.
showed Jacqueline the bathroom
uu drew the curtains. Then I went
.u'o the kitchenette and made coffee
W. W. tne gas range, and, since 1t was
early for the arrival of my morn
- oar which was placed just within
"0 street door by the bakers boy ev-
~ DAY, made some toast and but
tered it. -
""en l took in the breakfast
Queilne was. waiting for NE, look