The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1919-07-04

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"Hew 10 shs7 10 She Restins7 Does
She seem-
She says you will do the talking. I'm
a good sport, you know, and not espe-
cially fnicky, but I'd hate to"
GLOW is she7 Is she resting? Does
she seem"
"Well, she's stretched out on my bed
with my best nighte on, and she seems
to be doing as well as could be expect
3D." said Miss Thackeray dryly.
"Has she had coffee and"
81 am going after it now. It seems
that she is in the habit Of having 1t
In bed, I wish I had her imagination.
It would be great to imagine that all
you have to do is to say, 4 think TIL
have coffee and rolls and one egg sent
up, and then 90 on believing your wish
would come true. Still, ! don't mind.
She seems so nice and pathetic, and IN
trouble, and +"
"Thank you, Miss Thackeray. II
YOU will see that she has her coffes
Ill-rn wait for you here in the hall
and try to explain. I can't tell you
everything at present-not without her
consent-but what I do tell will be
sufficient to make you think you are
listening to chapter Of dime novel." !"
.
he had already taken Putnam Jone.
into his confidence. He saw no other
way OF of the new and somewhat
extraordinary situation.
His uneaginess increased to eonster
nation when he discovered thst
SprOuSe had not yet put IN an appear
ance. What had become Of the man?
lie could not help feeling, however,
that somehow the little agent. would
suddenly pop out Of the chimney In
mis- room, or sneak in through . crack
under the door-and laugh ut his
fears.
Shortly before the noon hour, Peter
Ames halted the old automobile from
Green Fancy In front Of tho Tavern
and out stepped ODowd. followed BY
no less q parsonage than the pseudo
Mr.. Loeb. There were . number OF
travelling bags In the tonnesu Of the
car. ..:
Catching sight Of Barnes, the Irish
man shouted a genial greeting.
1.-The top of the morning to ye. You
remember Mr.. Loeb, don't yeuf Mr..
Curtis secretary. Mr. Loeb Is leaving
US for q few days on business. Good
morning, Mr. Boneface," he called out
to Putnam Jones who approached at
that tuncture. I'VE are sadly in want
Of gasoline"
Barnes caught the look that the
Irishman shot at hip, gut OF the cor
ner Of his eye. 81.
"perhaps you'd better see that the
scoundrels don't give US short meas
ure, Mr.. Loeb" said ODowd. Loeb
hesitated for a second, and then, evs-
IDENTITY in obedience to q command
from the speakers eye. moved of to
where Peter was opening the intake.
ODowd lowered his voice. "Barnes,
I let you off last night, and I let her
of as we'll. In return, I ask you to
hold your tongue until the man down
there gets q fair start. A days start
and"
Are you In danger, too, ODowd?
ITO be sure-but love 1t. can
always squirm out Of tight places"
II would not deliberately put you In
jeopardy, ODowd."
"See here, I am going back to that
house up yonder. There Is still WORK
for me there. What I'm after now Is
to get him on the train at Hornville.
I'll be here again at four o'clock, on
me word of honor. Trust me, Barnes.
"Do you mean to say that you are
coming back here to run the risk OF
being"
"We've had word that the govern
ment has men on the way. Why,
hang It all, Barnes, don't you know
who It was that engineered that whole
business last nighti"
Barnes smiled. II do. He IL . &C.
cret agent from the embassy"
"secret granny" almost shouted
O'Dowd. "He is the slickest, cleverest
crook that ever drew the breath OF
life. And he's got away with the
Jewels, for which you can whistle In
vain, I'm thinking"
For heavens sake, ODowd-" be-
gan Barnes, his blood like leo In hin
veins.
But don't take my word for 1t.
Ask her-upstairs there, God bless
her r!-ask her II she knows Chester
Naismith. She'll tell ye, my bucko.
Hes been standing guard outside her
window for the past three nights.