The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-06
however. I do not pretend to know.

however, I do not pretend to know.
 Litzt, the child, and the pug dog walked back to the flat in Regents Park Road, where Litzi fetched some thing from one of her bags, and then they returned to the Schmidts where she overhauled one of her trunks. She left the house before Mrs. Schmidt returned
 This time they did not go back to Regents Park Road. Fanny Kaye and Miss Connolly sat up half the night waiting for her, and Fanny was fur iously angry about old Sada. She did not care a rap what happened to Litzf wertheim, but she cared very much about her dog.
 When Mrs. Schmidt came home and heard what had happened she was ter rified for the safety of herself and her husband, and sent immediately for the police. To her had been entrusted the task of holding Litzt Wertheim she had given her word, and she had not been there when Litzi turned up It was enough for the police, whose patience by this time was tried to the breaking point
 .'WeIl give you twenty-four hours to find this woman, Mrs. Schmidt" |" they told her. If a t the end of that time you ca>not produce her tell us where to put our hands on her, you and your husband will be rested for conspiracy.
 Litzi wertheim spent the last night of her freedom with her lover. They had much to discuss besides love, how ever. Up to the last Rowlandson was hopeful that the two would escape the fate of Jansen and Roos, and be able to get away to Holland together Britain was much too hot for them by this time and their little day of use fulneS was over.
 He painted a glowing picture of their future life together, for under his auspices, Litzi's British national ity'' would no longer be a stumbling block to her return to the Father land.
 He gave her instructions over and over again down to the most minute detail, and these included written in structions in their ordinary code, for Litzi had careless lapses and her mem ory was not to be relied upon absol- utely.
 Tomorrow would be the fatal day but if Rowlandson's plans progressed favorably he would be able tomorrow night to signal to Litzi from the op- posite side of the Regents Canal. The signal would be the flutter of a white handkerchief at half-past nine, and she must be ready to return it from Miss Connelly's kitchen window. If she did not get the signal, we'll then she must be prepared for anything.
 Rowlandson shrugged his shoul- ders as he said this. He did not want to frighten the woman, but there was some reason to suppose that he might not be able to give her that signal
 She clung to him ardenly, and tried to turn his mind to the brighter side of the picture. Safe away from Britain there would be no further obstacles to their meetings, and it was only her passion for this man which interested Litzi Wertheim. The spying which she did so clunsily took quite a. secondary place in her affection.
 The one clever thing which she did in her career was to pitch upon poor Fanny Kaye as affording a safe de coy and shelter. Yet even there she had made a slip, and one which cer- tainly haStened Epr undoing.
 The next norning she was to go back to the flat in Regents Park ROad q and on no account let herself be eVict- ed. She must wait for the signal at nine o'clocgk at night. If there was no signal she must do the best she COuiu lltIStll, lOIlO" ltlt HIS U uC- tions and try to get back to Holland alone. If captured she must manage to destroy those written instructions.
 Lovers Last Tryst.
 Rowlandson had great self-control, and although he made their plans with every amount of assurance Ee must have known their case was desperate. Just for this one night he was safe, having taken a room at a hotel, but tom morrow the pack would be at his heels once more. He did not fear De- trayal from either Roos or Jansen, but their capture had forced him to flee from the place in which he had been hiding previously. He was in a position of great uncertainty as to just how much the police knew of his re- cent movements.
 One thing however, he believed that Iitzi was fairly secure so long as she remained at Miss Connellys. There was not one chance in a million of the police looking for her there or suspecttng that she could be in such a place.
 The woman was very loath to part from him. Perhaps some subtle sixth sense warned her that never again were they to meet upon this earth as lovers. She did not want to leave him. but he made her go back to Miss Con- nelly's.
 The silent witness of their last tyr5t was Sada, Fanny Kaye's pug-dog. Sada was the unconscious pivot upon which the capture of LitN Werthe elm swung. What happened was certainly not the fault of eight-year-o Lena Schmidt, who had been so won by the fascina- tions of IIitzi that she was prepared to endure to the bitter end.
 It was a, beautiful morning in early spring, and Litzi's native 1ightness of heart returned as she walked back through the park to the flat of her un- willing hostess. Over the new green of the grass was spread a mist of deIicate-hued crocuses, and lively jun gle love cries resounded from the cap tiyes in the Zoo,
 Did LitA realize that she, too, would soon be captive and her love notes stifled? One wonders, but she was cer- tainiy cheerful and light-hear rted enough when she appeared at the flat with Sada.
 Here, however, she got a very hot and angry reception.
 Fanny Kaye was furious about her