The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-09
When 4 Girl
 M0rries
By ANN LESLIE.
CHAPTER 455.

CHAPTER 455.s
 Dad Lee and were staring at each other appraisingly across the two worn dollar bills he held out to me when became conscious that there was another spectator to the peculiar tableau we undoubtedly pre- sented. Looking up I saw the bat cared man approaching across the thick carpet with an air of entire eh-determination. -'.5'
 He hulked along with his hands deep in the pockets of heavy reef CT he wore. His cap was pulled low over the face I'd never seen out of the shadow of the long visor. L
 Sorry to disturb you lady, but think l left a package lying just said in thick husky voice that was little more than, whisper:
 There's nothing here," | replied. watching his face for any sign of recognition of Dad Lee. a
 There wasn't the slightest indica = ton that he'd ever seen my father before. So I turned my head quick. ly to watch Dad Lee, realizing as l did so that I'd make tactical. Nun der in not confining- my attention 70 him in the first place. He was star ing at the man curiously with the air of trying to place someone he Vasu.- ly remembered seeing somewhere. Ills hands were in his pockets. One. no doubt, was stuffing those bills away.
 Nothing here, sir" he said =.
 That surprised me- It really seemed as if the men were strangers and yet some suddenly alert inner sense told me they might be talking in a code that told them everything they didn't want me to know
 Not in your corner. said the pat cared man consistently. I left it just back O where the lady's seItin,,' ,,
 Are you a guest of the hotel?" I demanded. "a
 Then you shouldn't leave things about in the writing room, sald with an air. of severity, settlins back firmly in the afcove, determln- ed not to be routed
 Daughter" murmured Dad Lee reproachfully, I'm surprised to see you so dfsobligin'! We both got to get right out and let the gentleman search for his property"
 Whereupons he started to rise l rose. too, but as I leaned forward to get to my feet, l shot. out my S,saad ara overcoat from the seat. Under 1t lay a long manila envelope bulging With papers and held in place, Dy s.riiss wrapped about it both ienstnways with red wax Before I could touch the envelope. Dad Lee seized 1t ana handed it to the bat-sared man. ,
 Heres your property bs ss,a Mien anf sueS xsrs severity that I wondered if | was a hystericaI woman tilting at sha- dows. .
 What possible gain was there in ta:s series of manoeuvres! IT the manila envelope belonged to the pat cared man, well and good But II he intended to transfer it to Dad Lee. why this roundabout method which was almost sure to be foiled?
 As the envelope changed hands, caught blimpse of printed ao- dress I could read only part or IL The rest I couldn't manager 10 see Of this much, however. I am sure: .'Mr Addicks
 erson Road
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 This much is evident. The en- veIope was not addressed to any one know And the whole situation seemed to show that Dad Lee ana Slim Darrow were strangers wished it convinced me'
 Dad Lee and had pleasant enough drive, marked by no particu- lar incident He insisted on taking me to lunch. and. realizing that 1t wasn't fair to deny him the workirS 1 out of the generous impulse which had prompted his offering me money. | | accepted, though it went decidedly against the grain
 After lunch went back for an- ufa1au< glimpse of Neal and by late