The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-06-18
Continued From Yesterday

quaint Canadian emphasis on the
last word Can you tell me how
many OF these are bad7"
The short.siRhted clerk stared. lie
thrust "A plump white hand beneath
the brass rail OF the grille and drew
the notes and coin toward him. lie
serutinized them carefully for "A mo
ment. then he gathered them UP and
walked away thru door behind him.
Ferrier waited patiently. One or
two customers coming In and out
eyed him interestcdly, he made every
other man who passed him look
small and insignificant As he walt.
ed, he whistied snatch OF song.
lie was quite Unconscious OF the GU.
rious eyes turned In his direction.
After some moments tho bald.
head clerk returned He looked at
Ferricr more interested than before.
lie laid the coins and notes down
on tho counter.
Both the notes are spurious. sir,
and that Is the only genuine coin. q
He pushed something toward Fer
rier--it was a solitary haif-sovcreign,
Ferricr walked back blindly thru
the hot sunshine. his eyes cleaning
like fire In his white face. Had
Hastings or either OF his confreress
turned tho corner OF the street at
that moment they would have read
murder In Terriers eyes.
But II was someone very differ
ent whom he met. He swung round
the cliff path TO encounter joan
She was walking slowly. with weary
dragging steps. the bright sunlight
poured down on her uncovered head.
her slender fingers nervously pulling
TO pieces a white. rose tucked into
her belt.
Ferrier stopped short with sense
Of baffled rage. Why was IL that this
girl always crossed his path at the
very moment when he had sworn TO
hesitate no longer7 1t was as II a
child laughingly Laid hindering
fingers upon a murderer's hand.
She looked up at him silently. the
falntest flush on her pale face. The
rose petals fell In n shower TO the
narrow path at her feet
Il thought you were H." said Fer
rier abruptly. The maid told me
you were H." he added
II had a headache"
There was n touch OF hauteur In
her voice. She raised her head an
inch or two defiantly.
.sYou-you don't look very well
Yourself" she added slowly.
Terrier bit his lip.
Il am quite we'll" he said shortly.
He stood barring her way, his hands
thrust deep In his pockets He
lowered above her.
MIR. Ferricr"-she spoke his name
nervousiy--'why did you ignore
what / asked you last night?"
.what did you ask met" His
voice was w1llfuily blunt and incom-
prehrnsive, his eyes hard and I'm
yielding.
Il asked you not to play baccnrat"
She spoke clearly. Il thought you
would do as I asked you"
He half smiled.
.gby should I, I am no child
that I am unable TO look after my
self"
II know. but She broke off.
She cast n quick. frightened glance
round her as II dreading that the
very trees and the sea had ears
"But what?" said Ferricr.
But Joan only stood dumbiy be-
fore him, her restless fingers twist
ing the lace OF her blouse. her red
Inns close .folded like the petals OF
flower.
And the old haunting doubt came
surging back to the man who
watched hcr--the bitter resentment
the conviction that she was false
as she was fair The words OF her
song might have been written about
her
Trust her not. she Is fooling theer'
Joan looked up suddenly. II was
as II she read the thought In Fer
rier's mind
You will not play tonight Prom
ise me-promise me you viii not
play tonight"
Her eyes were pleading. He met
their sweetness stonily.
mo" he said slowly. NO. ] shall
not play tonight"
The color rushed TO her face, a
sudden look of gladness seemed to
suffuse her. She gave a deep sigh
of utter relief
Let us go back home" she said.
Ferrier walked beside her down the
cliff path to the cottage.
The. man Major lay on his back
in hammock In the little front
garden. smoking a cigar. yellow
backed novel fallen to the grass be-
side him. He greeted Joan and Fer
rier with lazy ''Hullo."
Joan stopped beside him and look
ed down laughingly at his handsome
face.
Il thought you were ILL.," said
Major. He sat up and looked at her
suspiciously. and then at Richard
Terrier, who stood indifferently in
the background.
who's been curing you. eh?"
Headaches don't last forever"
said Joan lightly. They" She
broke off as Hastings came from
the house. She glanced nervously
at Ferrier. Hastings was twirling
his eyeglass. He looked smiling and
benign, and he put an arm about his
sisters shoulder.
Better, little girl?"
Eyes. thank you"
Terrier noticed that she moved
restlessly beneath the touch of her
brothers arm--how her whole slen.
der body seemed to stiffen.
Hastings yawned.
what long day! I'm quite look
ing forward to the evening and an
other little game OF baccarat. chr"
he pointedly addressed Ferrier.
Ferrier looked at Joan. Her face
was as white as her frock. her eyes
L