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CHAPTER Iv-continued.

ring now and then to Mrs. Farnsworth
as though for confederation. The
scene in the box was almost as in
teresting as any In the play, and the
audience watched with deep absorp-
ton. Alice, the least self-conscious
Of mortals, was, / knew, utterly I'M
aware Of the curious gaze of the
house; whatever she was saying with
an occasional gesture Of her gloved
hand or shrug of her shoulders
possessed her completely. Thought
she might be telling Arrowsmith Of
her adventures at Barton; but the
length of her narrative was against
this, and Arrowsmith's attitude was
more that of a critic appealed to
for an opinion than Of polite listener
to a story. He nodded his head sew
eral times, and finally, as Alice, with
a slight dip of the head and an out
ward movement of her arms, settled
back in her chair, he patted his hands
approvingly
In my absorption I had forgotten
Montani's existence. but as the third
act began l saw that he had gone
Whether l should put myself in Alice's
way as she left the theater was still
an undetermined question when the
play ended. With Montani hanging
about l felt a certain obligation to
warn her that he had been watching
her. | was among the first to leave,
and in the foyer l met Forsythe, the
house manager, who knew me as a
friend of Searles.
you notice that we're still turn
Ing 'em away" he remarked. 1--WE
don't have TO worry about this piece !;
everybody who sees it sends his friends
the next day. Searles hasn't looked in
for some time; hope he's writing
new play?"
Hes West visiting his folks. Don't
know when he'll he back" | answered.
81 must write him that Sir Cecil Ar
rOwsmith enjoyed who Killed Cock
Robin?' just as much as common NOR
tails"
FOrsythe had paused at the box
office, and in my uncertainty stuck
TO him as the crowd began to surge
by
Arrowsmith's approach was adver-
Used by the peculiar type of tall hat
that he affected, and the departing au-
dience made way for him, or hung
back TO stare. At his left were Alice
and Mrs. Farnsworth, and they must
pass quite close to me "Who Killed
Cock Robin?" was satisfying play
that sent audiences away with light
ened hearts and smiling faces, and the
trio were no exception TO the rule.
Listening inattentively to Forsythe.
/ was planning to join Alice when the
trio should reach me. She saw me !;
there was fleeting flash of recog-
milton I'm her eyes, and then she turned
toward Arrowsmith. She drew near
err; her gaze met mine squarely, but
now without a sign to indicate that
she had ever seen me before. She
passed on, talking with greatest ami
nation to Arrowsmith.
"Well, remember me to Searles II
ing. / clutched his arm as he opened
the Office door.
"Who are those women?" / demand
ed.
"You may search met l see you
have a good eye. That girls rather
nice to look at"
Crowding my way to the open,
blocked the path of orderly, sane citi-
zens awaiting their machines until a
policeman pushed me aside. Alice l
saw for bewildering instant, framed
in the window of a big limousine that
rolled away uptown.
had been snubbedl No snub had
ever been delivered more deliberately,
with a nicer calculation Of effect, than
that administered to me by Alice Bash
ford-a girl with whom, until a mo-
ment before, I had believed myself
on terms of cordial comradeship. She
had cut me; Alice who had asked me
at the very beginning of our acquaint-
ance TO call her by her first name
Alice had cut me without the culver
Of a LASH
walked to the Thackeray and set
tied myself In a dark corner of the
reading room, thoroughly bruised in
spirit. In my resentment meditated
flying TO Ohio to join Searles, always
my chief resource in trouble. Affairs
at Barton might go to the devil. II
Alice and her companion wanted TO
get rid of me, would not be sorry TO
be relieved Of the responsibility had
assumed in trying to protect them.
With rising fury I reflected that by
the time they had shaken off Mon
tani and got rid Of the prisoner i'm
the tool house they would think better
OF me.
Telephone call, sir"
/ followed the boy to the booth
In rage that any one should disturb
my gloomy reflections.
mir. Singleton? Obi This is Alice
speaking"
clutched the shelf for support.
Not only was II Alice speaking, but
In the kindest voice imaginable. My
anger passed. but my amazement at