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CHAPTER IV-contlnued.


seemed, was relating something Of mo-
ment for Arrowsmith's benefit, refer
ring now and then to Mrs. FarnswOrth
as though for confederation. The
scene In the box was almost as In
teresttng as any in the play, and the
audience watched with deep ABSORB
ton. Alice, the least self-consclous
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 critic appealed TO
for an opinion than of polite listener
to 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
approvlngiy.
In my absorption l had forgotten
MontRnl's existence. but as the third
act began | saw that he had gone.
Whether should put myself In Alice's
way as she left the theater was still
an undetermined question when the
play ended. With Montanl hanging
about | felt certain obligation to
warn her that he had been watching
her. | was among the first to leave,
and m the foyer | met Forsythe, the
house manager, who knew me as a
friend of Searles.
You notice that we're still turn
ing 'em away" ne remarked. ave
don't have to worry about this piece;
everybody who sees II sends his friends
the next day. Searles hasn't looked in
for some time; hope he's writing a
new playf"
Hes West visiting his folks. Don't
know when he'll be back" I answered.
II must write him that Sir Cecil Ar
lrowsmlth enjoyed who Killed Cock
Robinf 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-
'tised 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. Farnswerth and they must
pass quite close TO me "Who Killed
Cock RObinT was a 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 20 join Alice when the
trio should reach me. She saw me;
there was ieeting flash of recog-
milton In her eyes, and then she turned
toward Arrowsniith. 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 GA, talking with greatest ami
nation TO Arrowsmith.
swell. remember me to Searles IL
you write him." heard Forsythe say
ing. I clutched mis- arm as he opened
the Office door.
-who are those womenG" demand
ed.
"Yeu may search met l see you
have Q good eye. That girls rather
nice 10 lock att"
Crowding my way to the open, l
blocked the path of orderly. sane citI-
zens awaiting their machines until
policeman pushed me aside. Alice I
saw for bewlldering instant. framed
10 the window of q big LIMOUSINE that
rolled away uptown.
had been snubbedl 10 snub had
ever been delivered more deliberately,
with nicer calculation Of effect, than
that administered to me by Alice Bash
ford-a girl with whom. until a mo-
ment before, had believed myself
on terms Of cordial eomradeship. She
had cut me Alice who had asked me
az the very beginning OF our acquaint-
ance TO can her by her first name
Alice had cut me without the culver
OF q lash.
walked 10 the Thacxeray and set
tied myself In 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 he sorry TO
be relieved OF the responsibility l had
assumed in trying TO protect them.
With rising fury reflected that by
the time they had shaken of Mon
tsni and got rid OF the prisoner IN
the tool house they would think better
II me.
Telephone call. sir"
I followed the boy to the booth |
n Q rage that any one should disturb |
ny gloomy reflections.
'Mr. Singleton? Oh This is Alice
! clutehed the shelf for support.
Not only was Il Alice speaking. but