The evening world., 1921-06-01

she knew how gray and dull was his
life, hiding there from those who were
80 intent upon his arrest.
t~ueed, within her blouse she car
ried his last letter, which she had
received three weeks before, when
In London-a letter in which he i'm
plored her not to misjudge him, and
In which he promised that as soon as
he dared to leave his hiding place
and meet her he would explain every
thing. In return. she had again writ
ten to him. but though three weary
weeks had passed she had received
no word In reply. She could neither
write by post nor could she telegraph.
1t was far too dangerous. In addi-
ton, his address had been purposely
withheld from her
Walter Brock had tried to ascer-
tain 1t. He had even seen the mys-
terious messenger on her last visit
to England, but she had refused
point-blank, declaring that she had
been ordered to disclose nothing. She
That her correspondence was still
being watched by the police Dorise
was quito well aware. Her maid.
Duncan, had told her in confidence
quite recently that while crossing
Berkeley Square one evening she had
been accosted by a good d-looking man
who, having pressed his attentions
upon her, had prevailed upon her to
meet him on the following evening
He then took her to dinner to a
restaurant in Soho. and to the pic
tures afterward. They had met half
a-dozen times, when he began to
cleverly question her concerning her
mistress, asking whether she had
letters from her gentlemen friends.
At this, Duncan had grown sus-
picious, and she had not met the
young fellow since.
That, in itself, showed her that the
police were bent upon discovering and
arresting Hugh.
Hugh should have gone deliberately
and clandestinely To the Villa Annette
on the night of the tragic affair.
Dorlse was really an expert in cast
ing hy; also she excelled in several
branches of sport. She was a splen-
did tennis player, she rode well to
hounds, and was very fair at golf.
But that morning she had no hear
for fishing. and especially in such
company. She despised George Sher-
rard as a prig, fond of boasting of his
conscious was he that in many circles
he was declared impossible. Men dis
liked him for his swagger and con-
ceit, and women despiSed him for his
superior attitude toward them.
For full hour Dorise continued
making casts, but in vain. She
changed her flies once or twice, until
at last, by a careless throw, she got
lher tackle hooked high in a willow
with the result that in endeavoring
ITO extricate the tangle she broke off
the hook. Then, with an ejaculation
of impauence she wound up her line
and threw her rod upon the grass.
"Hulloa! DoriSe." cried a voice.
mo luck-eh?"
Sherrard had returned and had
witnessed her outbreak Of impatience.
None" she sn1pped, for the loss
Of her fly annoyed her. She knew
that she had been careless, because
under old Murray's careful tuition she
had become quite expert with the rod,
both with trout and salmon
Never mind" he said. I've had
similar luck. I've just got hooked up
in a root and lost a fly. Let's have
lunch-shall we?"
Dorise was in no mood to lunch
with her mothers visitor, but never
theless was compelled to be polite.
After washing their hands in the
stream they sat down together upon
a great gray boulder that had been
worn smooth by the action of the
water. and taking out their sand
wiches began TO eat them.
"Ah! l say!" exclaimed Sherrard
suddenly, after they had been gossip
from your friend Henfrey lately?"
mot lately" replied the girl, a
trifle resentful he should obtrude upon
her private affairs.
IL only ask because-well, because
there are some jolly queer stories
going about town of him."
"Queer stories!' she echoed quickly
-.rWhat are they? What do people
say?"
"Oh! They say lots OF extraordinary
things. l think your mother has
done very wen 10 uTOp nm.
HAS mother dropped him?" asked
the girl in pretense of ignorance.
she told me SO last night, and
was extremely glad to hear it-though
he is your friend. 1t seems that he's
hardly the kind OF fellow you should
know, Dorise'
why do yuo say that?" his COM
pan.,>S asked, her eyes flashing in
stantly.
what! Haven't you heard?"
Heard what?"
"The story that's going round the
clubs. He's missing, and has been so
AR quite a long time. You haven't
keen him-have you?'
The girl was compelled to reply in
the negative.
But what do they say against
him?" she demanded breathlessly.
'-There's a lot OF funny stories, "
was Sherrard's reply. They say he's
hiding from the police because he at
ltempted TO murder notorious
woman called Mademoiselle OF Monte
lCarlo. Do you know about it?"
l ITS an Internal lie!" blurted forth
1.-THE girl. Hugh never attempted to
i<ill the woman!"
j Sherrard looked straight into her
blue eyes, and asked
''Then why was he in her room al
midnight? They say the reason Hen
frey Is hard up Is because he spent
all he possessed upon the woman
and on going there that night she
laughed him TO scorn and told him