Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-10-11

wall and stood beneath its flare will
her back turned to him.
so that's the woman :" she repeated
Mt length. Il never thought-''
She caught herself up abruptly ant
Paul asked:
did you know her, Mrs MacNab
You seem surprised-'
The woman wheeled upon him, the
paper instinctivcly crushed in her hands
Pillow should I, Mr.. Harvey? I've
ndver been to Eastopolis! | read about
tip murder, of course, but | thought
sbt' d be different kind of woman; not
so innocent and ladylkc appearing as
this They've no idea who killed hcr?''
IF they have, it hasn't been given
OUT Paul shrugged and dismissed
the subject "What time is the mail
| delivered, Mrs. MacNab?"
/ She replied mechanically. badc him
good night" and departed with the
newspaper still clutchcd in her hand.
while Paul completed his preparations
for the night and cxtinguishing the
! light, seated himself III his opened front
window.
The emotion which his taciturn hos
toss had displayed was too patent to
be ascribcd to mere morbid curiosity,
her astonishmcnt too marked and too
quickly followed by apprehension to
have been caused by the death of an
unknown woman in strange city. News
of the murder of Mrs. Hartshornc"
had not impressed her, but the pictured
face of the victim had produced shock
which she had been unable 10 conceal
effectually. Sheer accident had tended
to confirm paul's belief that this was
no blind trail upon which he had start
ed. but the way was dark before him.
y revulsion of feeling came. a Sclfdis
trust which had doggcd him in more
than one previous case.
What had he, after all. to go upon
i'll attempting to connect the liberated
cmbczzlcr with the murder: There was
not one definite point of resemblance
between the police description of Xenas
Prall and the aged man whom Rose
Adare had observed at the funeral, or
the face which had stared into that of
the kitchen maid at the basement win
dow of the house on Farragut street
Had he not been OvcrcagCr to read
into Mrs. MacNab's amazcmcnt con.
tirmatiOn of his hastily formed theory?
The ukulele had long since been
silenccd and the boots of Mr.. Dahliu
had squeakcd their way to his room.
but Paul still sat lost in reflection. His
room was at the corner of the cottage,
with windows facing front and at the
Sldr an" from his point of vantage he
rould see the empty cottage across the
way
II stood out distinctly beneath the
moohiesS put clear starry SKY. AS he
Wu'Cneu' IL seemed 10 nm mat two
Shauo"E hgures moved ana merged III
'he c"VerhouS Dlackh'"S ol the porch.
ne StFalhe" ms eyes but no further
Sisn Vi hulian presence resulted AFTER
an lh'erVa, ne crossed TO tine SIDE WIN
uoW ana glanced out Inc cottage next
"oor was uurh ana sileht' put from
Wlhuo" On inc hrSt moor Oh ms own
aooue at lhe iear' 'hln' nlckerlng,
EelIoW sIeam' like trembling, Deckou-
ing hnser' redch'd out across the patcn
ol sdruen'
rNen uS us EYES testeu upon IT,
ho"e'tr, 1t was eAIthguisheu' ahd' 1or
'nTt" nii''Seli upon ms Deu'
i'om lons he sIelH hc ulu not KNOW
ou' %ii az once ne lounu hlHnseh sit-
'ins uoiI uprlsnI Win every nerve
ttINe ana Nioruhtly awake through
'nG MihuoW ne coulu see 'naI 'he stars
hau uill.i'eu ana hsht breeze heralded
'ne i"lIc stray rlit III the eastern SKY.
ne hS'eheu lntenIly, Dut 1or long
minutes no sounu Droke tne stiffness
VI 'he Sleeping mousse ana he was on
'"' punt Vi reiaAlns usaih with dlS-
gust aI ms own state ot nerves when
d mume,i' NAN suppressed groah came
u MIN irou somewhere DeloW'
-, HPr'nslns soLtiy rom the bed, he
thre" oaIhroOe ABOUT ms shoulders
unu' creeping 10 the uoor' paced MS
car against the heSaole' some one
was SIo"Iy ana ldouriousiS ascending
tne STAIRS Tue stunDllng' hesi'aht foot-
steps lnlngled WIN d warning creak OF
,he poards ana cfacAins snap Whlch
tolG Oh suuueh strain upon the nlmsy
s'arn AZ, rail-
Ine loo.s.eps passeq MS uoor ana
ihineieu WIN tnen' aul lancied ne
uetecteu uuii' suouueu' s"lshlhg