The Mena weekly star., 1920-03-25

still night. and then long silence sud denly shattered ny believing voice "Shlp ahoyl Show your port and star hoard lights, d. you. How In the I,- d'you think I'll make the chan. nelss
 Andrea rose quickly and laid he, ear to crack in the door. Her puls. was heating fast, but she was smiling She heard Trevor come out and pres ently she heard him speak. His voice was almost unrecognizable. it Was $, cold and so ncisive. like sharpened steel. In strange incongruity. the words he let fall were like drops of moite metal.
 Hello. MacCloster, you dirty. drunk en brute! Whats yom price to g. away from here tonight7 l can offer you q case of Bols and all the kafiil dogs in the craal to see you off"
 The words and their manner as founded Andrea; for moment fl seemed to her that these two men must be joking Then she felt the i'm pact of an undercurrent of malevolence such as she had never in her life i'm agined, much less encountered. She quivered to the thought that here was Trevor absolutely without gloves at last, every word an intentionally naked blow.
 Trevor" said Manchester in an Wily voice that was strangely softened and indescrihabiy aggrayating. q like you. can't help llkin' you; you're so d. uDbiblical. Not whisper about q sanguinary fatted calf. You go right to my heart with a case of gin ac- cept; bring it out"
 "No.n said Trever, 'Ill send it up I'l>have 1t waiting for you by the time you get back if you don't rot and fall aRart on the way"
 "There you go." said MacCloster pleasantly. always cheerful, warm welcome on your tongue" Then, with a change that was like q thunder-clap : "Send it up, you dunghill bantam | Why the h. haven't you sent my music box?"
 Andrea pressed her. hands, her face and her whole body against the door. She was trembling slightly, but she was not frightened her intelligence was too busy. It had leaped to an un. derstanding of Trevors part in what was going on outside. She forgot that she had ever thought it mere battle of tongues. She could imagine this man, MacCloster. as q mountain of brawn and sinew against which Ire. vor was deliberately opposing all the moral weight of the old fighting sIo- gan, Bully bullyi"
 More than that; she could now feel that the suppressed hatred she had guessed at their words had come bold ly into the open and that it was in q sense labored and forced only because it's intensity was beyond actual ex- presslon. These men were stripped to almost unbelievable nakedness- rapier and broadsword, tapping, thirst Ing nightly for hearts blood and nothing less. In comparison with her own little struggle with Trevor, the en- counter assumed the proportions of a meeting of elements.
 T didn't send it." said Trevor soft ly, because l didn't want to remind myself you were still unburied. Be sides, it looks so clean"
 T know" interrupted Manchester. Once more his astonishingly flexible voice changed its tone to one of un. feigned calm. 'I can understand, of course" he remarked conversational ly "you dislike the idea of carrion in conjunction with the virgin polish ot a mahogany box. We'll, let's have a look at the thing"
 q don't remember having seen you so sober before" said Trevor, in the same easy tone. and from it's sound she knew he had turned toward his room
 Enforced. I can assure you re piled Manchester. Been strapped on the wagon by lack of the neces-'
 Tho sound of his voice was cut short by the closing of Treyor's door.
 (To be continued)