The spectator., 1921-07-22
PART l-Continued.

On that day she had been Miss Imof gene Pamela Thornton, petted darling of the gods and Mir Brewster Thorn ton, banker and widower; two months later had come Thornton's financial smash and, immediately afterward, his spiritual, moral and bodily collapse. Everything that had made for life in him having been swept away, he died as matter of course, and was buried. For sole inheritance, little Genie Thornton found herself poSsessor and possessed of one Maggie O'Rourke, nurse of long standing. of earnest and faithful face, and q monster heart i'm prisoned in pitifully tlin chest.
 It had taken Genie's great-uncle. Asa Thornton, six more months to for get quarrel of sixteen years stand ing with his nephew. and hy that time child and nurse had been seeped into that lower world which can't afford morning and afternoon editions and is too busy praying for daily bread to Took for rain of mamma in the daily press.
 In short, Maggie and her charge, traced down the ladder of reputable. disreputable and impossible lodgings, had slipped ultimately from sight and the ken of people with addresses. and. as result. Mir. Robert Hervey Ran dolph, whose relationship to Mir. Asa Thornton is of no import whatever to this tale of cause and effect. came into ten thousand a year and string-the string being the possible reappearaace of Miss Imogene Pamela.
 Bob" had said old Asa, on the verge of tardy demise, I'm not in- tro6ucing you to war between con science and self-interest There's no silly story-book test about my money: you are under no obligation to look for Imogene or to shout if you step on her by any twist of chance My law yers have all the instructions neces- make every reasonable effort. and If they succeed. why. you're man enough to look out for yourself lit Isn't going to make devil of lot of differ ence to me where the cash goes so long as die wlth--dle with the credit"
 With that last sentence, his mind had stumbled and wandered of to memories of his nephew Brewster Looking back from the vantage of twenty-six years. Randolph caught. for the first time, the full import of Asa Thornton's farewell words to him and to life: Die with the credit" They held the kernel of the old mans carefully measured amend.
 Great old top,n murmured Mir Randolph aloud and half unconscious ly turned to the left at Forty-second street. Five minutes later he was caught in the maelStrom of the Thanksgiving crowd milling around Times square.
 Presently he found himself on the edge of a human sea, banked mp to give passage to a honking empty taxi cab. Here was another question for a suddenly inquiring mind. Where did taxi-cahs, empty ones, go to in such hurry? The door of this one was S"htuk VlVh, tut PiVVi oi HUN intent the crowd was on It's myriad individual goals is evidenced by the fact that dozen voices did not in form the driver that the season was off for fans on wheels.
 The cab was moving more slowly than Mir. Randolph's subconscious mind. which led him to step into it and quietly close the inviting door. Upon seating himself he tried to analyze the impulse that had lifted him from the curb. He decided that 1t was not so much the curiosity as to the dest- nation of empty cabs as natural and ancient dislike for being pushed and elbowed by people.
 It was not long before the cab un- willingly loaded for bear, drew up with final honk at the stage-dOor of the Crocodile. Immediately came rasping voice that was vaguely fa- miliar to Mr. Randolph.
 "Well." 1t said. you sure took your own time getting here." The driver, expert in aggravatfng repartee with out words. pressed the bulb of his atrocions horn three times. Gut 1t out!" said the rasping voice. There sn't al,y hurry now"
 It was incredible. reasoned Mr. Rap-
 ,ipE with hinHeIf. that aD,y0ue should