Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-07-13

And YOU. Pareto. listen to me. I
know much better than you imagine
why you and this woman must get
away from this place. And since you
have said live and Get live. I want you
to leave me a little better able to
live. know what you are. I have no
illusions about that. But there 10 one
thing 1 want you to tell me. now you
have the chance. want you to tell
me Just who 1t was-
But that was as far as got. I
stopped for the simple reason that
knew he was no longer listening to
me. He had turned toward the door
with that quick and furtive side
movement of his eyes SO characteris-
tic Of the criminal. For a change had
swept over that ill-assorted company.
A silence had crept over their turgid
babel Of talk and laughter, followed
by murmur of voices that was
slightly derisive and Enthusiastically
inhospitable. This. I saw. was caused
oy an unlooked-for and somewhat in
congruous intruder 1t was an in
truder In full evening dress. wearing
an exceptionally shiny silk hat and a
topcoat of black broadcloth thrown
back from the shoulders. His gener-
GUS expanse of shirt bosom shone
very white. as white as q tombstone,
through the smoke-blue air. He was
tall man. tall almost to the point Of
lankiness, but 1t wasn't until he
stepped closer into the crowded room.
inhaling its fetid air with obvious dis
dain, that discovered that 1t was
Winkfred Ealand. could see him
look deliberately and interrogatively
about him from table to crowded
table. and my heart skipped beat
or two at the thought that he had
come there in search of me.
And I'm afraid that my smile. as he
strobe over to the one remaining
empty chair at our table, and sat
down on 1t. was rather a sickly one.
We'll" he said. calmly ignoring my
two companions as he directed his at
tention solely at me. you seem to be
all right"
please do not speak so loud" I
warned him. And then added: "Why
shouldn't be all right?"
"Then why did you send for me?"
he demanded.
who said I sent for your"
my man said you had telephoned to
me from Tiernan's. I must acknowl-
edge that I wasn't acquainted with
Tiernan's. I had some slight diff
Guilty. in fact. in identifying 1t. But
I was helped out by my friend. Capt.
ohley Of police headquarters. and"
"But what made you imagine was
In any way in need Of help?" I cut In,
realizing that Wrinkle was laundering
across very dangerous frontiers.
could see him glance about, with
his eyebrows up.
When learned the nature Of this
er-this rather aromatic resort. nat
urally concluded there were better
places than Tiernan's for a young
lady to spend her midnights!"
And you came to lead me away?"
prompted.
Il ventured to hope that I might
be of some slight help to you," he
amended.
But. you see. I'm much more used
to this sort Of thing than you are"
was ungracious enough to retort.
"And these are my friends" added
with an eye-sweep toward the two
silent spectators Of our interview.
Poor old thick headed Wrinkle con-
templated them quite without fear.
and equally without appreciation.
''Then I'm glad I'm here" he an
nounced with unqualified heartiness.
who eos this manf" asked Pareto.
slanting an arrogant eye at my Dress
suited champion.
"Td rather know who you are" was