Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-12-20
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John Brooke, arriving in New York az
ter a train wreck, finds that he has acct
dentally traded his own ownsuit for an
other containing a large sum of money.
70 throw the room porter off the track
he explains that the money is the stake
in a bet on the color of the eyes of the
daughter of the president of the candy
trust.
In the morning Brooke reads the pa.
per to learn that a dead man supposed
to be himself has been picked up in the
railroad yards. A newspaper reporter
calls at the hotel and interviews Brooke,
Brooke stores the million dollar suit
case, and falls in with a crook, one
Shorty Hanks. who thinks that he has
obtained a big haul through robbery.
Having taken the name Of John Moore
ne receives q mysterious note from g
woman named Lucille Mumford inviting
While driving. in Central Park Brooke
knocked from her horse by the man with
whom she was riding.
away to marry her riding master named
Mumm who Immediately after the wed.
ding. had knocked her down and stoler
pearls valued at 100000. Brooke remem.
bers the invitation from the mysterious
Mrs. Mumm and determines to accent it
l.. CHATTER V11-COntinucd.
That was probably the John Moore
who was known to Miss Colby as
Jackie Boy" But if he was to learn
anything of the Mumford who llyed
here and whom he strongly suspected
of having that day comnitted bigamy
he must play his part so well that nc
suspicion would attach to him as u
counterfeit.
set oo,,11 fn n-,v ,-.L~-
sons" he yentured in reply, "ano
probably not hit on the right ones"
TRY" h suggested, coaxingly.
The names that Miss Colby haG
given him were still fresh in his
memory.
"The Malmseys. for instance" h.
said boldly.
His hostess smiled an inscrutabl.
Smile. Whether it meant he was RICH,
or wrong Brooke, for the life Of him
could not determine.
Am I right?" he asked. 5s,s,
Still she smiled.
do you think it likely?" sh,
queried in turn.
Possible"
TRY again." she urged.
"The Leitners, maybe"
She shook her head.
He was at the end of his rope now
but he let go without a quaver. "MisI
Paddock, perhaps?"
Once more Mrs. Mumford donned /:
phinx-like expression.
"Yes?" be questioned.
"I'm not going to tell you" she re
piled, teasingly. Eat least no jus
now. Unless I caa feel sure you'll
end up by being grateful to these mu
tual friends for having thrown 70,
into our society. I shall not tell 70,
at all. 1t wouldn't be nice to hav,
Z you go back to Chicago blan,ing then
/ for a stupid evening""
I'll promise not to do that"
Zone can v tell" she insisted
blithely. Pm q fairly good judge
though, and il when you leave us
believe o have enjoyed yourself
I1n tell you whom you may thank
That's fair, isn't it, Mr.. Moore?"
"Mr. Moore" bowed his approval
Al a matter of fact, he was very glas
to haye got on 30 easily. What IL sh,
had questioned Kim about these mu
tual friends? After all, Fortune wa,
working into his hands.
AT that moment q bell rang.
long. vibrant, Naturalization.
THE phone" said Mrs. Munaford
quietly, as she rose. you'll excus4
rustling skirts into the passage.
In a minute she was back.
"I'm 30 sorry" she began. '.Mr
Mumford has been detained down
ltoWnSby business. He can't be HON,
for dinner. So you and ], Nj. Moore
will be forced to a diner q deux." J
Brooke. who had risen, bowed Will
assumed ~gallantry, masking his dis
appointment. Il was to meet Mum