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"As for you.' she said under her
| breath. you had better come soon if
Louise
May 1 come this afternoon" he
! asked.
She nodded. and held out her ex-
! quisitely gloved hand.
II knew you were going to be an
ally" she murmured under her breath
Don't let the others get hold of
him."
She was gone before Wrayson
could ask for an explanation. The
others! If only he could discover
who they were.
He turned book into the room.
DO you mind coming down into my
fiat for moment, Barnes?" he asked.
II want to telephone to the office be-
fore I go out with you again"
The young mar man = followed l;3tSe d,had him
looking about him as though apprais-
ing the value of the curios. pictures
and engravings with which the
apartment was crowded. Wrayson.
while waiting for. his call. watched
him curiously. In his present state
his vuIgarity was, perhaps, less glar-
ingly apparent, but his lack of at
tractiveness was accentuated: His
ears seemed to have grown larger,
his pinched. Semitic features more re-
pulsive, and his complexion sallower:
He was pitchforked into world of
which he knew nothing, and he
seemed stunned by his first contact
with it. Only one thing remained
the greed in his eyes. They seemed
to have grown narrower and bright
er with desire.
He did not speak until they were
in the cab, Then he turned to Wray-
II say" he exclaimed, what was
her name?"
Wrayson smiled.
"The Baroness de sturm' ne an
baroness! Real baroness! All o. k
I suppose?"
"And Morris knew her-she wrote let
ters to him." ne continued "oii"'i
like that
He was silent for several moments.
It was obvious that his opinion OF ms
brother was rising rapidly. His tone
had become almost reverentiaL
'Tve got to find where that , moneI ,,I
fire and water to get it. I'll have it!
ri keep on Morris fiat. I'll go 70 ms
tailor! Tll-you're laughing at me. But
I mean it! I've had enough OF gruoblng
along on nothing a week, and living IN
luck"
Wrayson put his head out OF the cab:
| The young mans face was not pleasant
1--WE are there" he said. "Colne
along" g
CHAPTER XIV.
THE LAWYERS SUGGESTION.
The offices of Mr.. Benthan were
situated at the extreme end Of a diney,
depressing looking street which r1n from
the Adelphi to the Embankment Car
dens. It was a street of private hotels
which no one had ever heard Of, and
where apparently no one ever stayed.
A few cranky institutions, existing up-
der the excuse of charity, had their
offices there, and a firm Of publishers,
whose glory was of the past. still
dragged out their uncomfortable and
profitless existence in a building whose
dusty windows and smoke-stained walls
! sufficietly proclaimed their fast ap-
preaching extinction. They found the
name of Mr. Bentham upon a rusty
brass plate outside the last building in
the street, with the additional intima-
ton that his offices were upon the first
clerks, without even an errand boy, in
a large bare apartment overlooking the
Embankment. The room was darkened
by the branches of one OF row of elm
trees, and the windows themselves were
curtainless.I There was no carpet upon
the floor, no paper upon the walls. no
rows of tin boxes, none Of the usual sur
roundings Of a lawyers office. The
solicitor, who had hidden them enter,
did not at first offer them any saIuta-
,tion. He paused. in q letter which he was