Evening star., 1921-06-30
CONTINUED from Yesterdays Star.)

Now you'll never read this letter
unless anything happens to me. Hivt
made up my mind to sell this packe'
for what I can get for 1t, and take
YOU with me out of the country II
be a matter Of ten thousand Quid. and
I only wish I had my fingers on l,
now and was we'll out of the country
But this is where the rub comes in:
If anything happens to me before
can bring this Off, I'm hanged if
know what to tell you to do with the
packet. It's worth it's. weight iT
banknotes to more persons than one
but there's a beastly risk in having
anything to do with it. I think you
better burn it! There's money in 1t
but I don't see how you could handle
it. Eurn it, Agnes. It's too risky a
business for you, only hope that in
a week or so I shall burn this letter
myself, and you and 1 will be on our
way to America.
$50 long, Nessie.
From Your Loving Husband.
p. S.-By the by. my real name is
Morris Barnes!
There was an instant's pause as
wrayson finished reading. Then there
came a long-drawn-out whisper from
sydney Barnes. He was close to the
girl and his eyes were riveted upon
the little packet.
'.Ten-thousand-po All! Five
thousand each! Give me the packet
Sister-in-law.
She stretched out her hand as
though to obey. Wrayson checked
her.
Remember" he said, what your
husband told you. You were to burn
that packet. He was right: Your
husband was blackmailer. Mrs.
Barnes. and he, paid the penalty of
his Infamous career with his life. l
shall not allow either you or your
brother-1n-law to follow in his foot
steps,
She flashed an indignant glance
"who are you calling names?'' she
demanded. "He was my husband and
he was good to mel"
Z beg your pardon and his" Wrsy-
son said. Il was wrong to use such
a word. But I want you to under
stand that to attempt to make money
by the contents Of that packet is a
crimei Your husband paid the penalty.
He knew what he was doing when he
commanded you to burn it."
She looked toward Sydney Barnes.
The words leaped from his mouth.
He was half beside himself.
Il say let US open the packet and
look 1t through ourselves before we
decide. What the devil business is it
Of anybody else's! He was my
people weren't even his friends.
They've no right to poke their noses
into our affairs You tell them so sister
in-law. Give me the packet. Come
away with me somewhere where we
can look it through quietly. I'm fair
and straight. 1t shall be halves. l
swear. I say. sister-in-law Agnes,
t0 hor fN q
frssh@ent Hoa mem Ta ban! do 10 you sS 'A 10 INC
.No," she moaned. NO! no"'
.Nor do I want to go back to the
gutter" he declared fiercely. But
money isn't to be had for the picking
upL Ten thousand pounds Morris ex-
pected to get for that packet It's
hard If we can't make half of that "
she looked up at wrayson as
though for advice.
"Mrs. Barnes" he said gravefy. Il
can tell you what is In that packet.
You can see for yourself. then.
whether It is anything by means of
which you can make money. It con-
sists Of the letters Of a very famous
They were stolen from him on the
battlefield. do not wish to pain
you, but the thief was Morris Barnes.
The friends of the lady who wrote
them paid your husband two thou
sand pounds year. Her enemies OF
fered him-ten thousand pounds
down. There is the secret Of Morris
Barnes wealth.
Sydney Earnes leaned over the
back Of her chair. His hot whisper
seemed to burn her cheek.
Keep the packet, sister-in-iaw.
Don't part-
marked. SIS evidently disposed to con-
tinue your husbands operations. Re-
member you are not at liberty to do
As he asks. Your husbands words
are plain He orders you to bum ths
How DO I know that you are-tell.
ing ne the TRUTH" she asked ab-
rupt1y.
Undo the packet" he suggested
- glance inside should show you"