The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-12-16
New Revelations of
a Wife
What Lillian Planned and How
Madee's Troubled Thoughts Met
an Announcement.
By ADELE GARRISON

i
Madee's Troubled Thoughts Met
an Announcement.
You see" Lillian explained in
| answer TO my glance of startled in
! quiry, this particular business in
| which you're involved is coming to
/ a crisis, and we must narrow the
| field Of action to one place. For
many reasons I prefer that place to
| he your home in Marvin.
"One reason is that Harry believes
you to be here, and in order to pro-
| tect You he will try to make Draper
and her gang believe that YOU have
| left That will send the whole pack
| to Marvin, and I believe if We make
| no mistake in setting the snare we
can bag the whole lot there"
| l couldn't repress a shiver There
was a "reminiscences in Lilians tone
| that BODIED i'll for any member of the
! pack" of which she spoke. I real
| ized-knew she must also-that Harry
Underwood would doubtless share the
| fate of the rest of the gang, and the
| realization made me feel i'll on Lillians
| account as well as on my own.
| 'Harry's demand for that paper"
went on Lillian, proves conclusive
| ~ that the specific object of Draper
~, and her gang is the recovery of that
| document which your father sent to
| Allen Drake. and which Drake re
| turned to YOU after deciphering it.
I have long suspected it. Now
| have the proof and the knowledge of
! their object makes it possible for me
to figure out their probable course
/ of action and to anticipate their
| movements"
al Hope They Will Break In"
! She paused, and there was that in
her manner which emboldened me to
ask q question, something I rarely do
when Lillian is outlining a plan:
What will you do with Betty if you
| close this house,
Give her a vacation with pay"
Lillian returned promptly. She de-
serves one, and with good luck it
| won't be closed long"
Aren't you afraid the enemy agents
will get in and ransack the place
while it's closed?" l Yentured.
Lillian smiled.
Not that they will ransack the
place" she said SCIENTIFICALLY. Il
hope they will break in, for they will
find warm and unexpected well
come"
oh" exclaimed. enlightened.
You expect to have service agents
! guarding the pace while it's ostensi-
| bly, closed
Exactly" returned Lillian, rising
And now / must get busy, pronto.
must send guards to the Marvin
| house who will watch the place I'M
! known to your mother-in law until !
can get there. 1t will never do to
have her frightened out of her senses.
She is worried enough now about
those mysterious men next door. In
cidentally, 1 want to have r look at
them when I go out there"
A Surprising Phone Call.
! Somethin.. in her tone struck me
queerly. gave me the impression that
Lillian had a theory Of her own about
our bizarre, meIodra matte neighbors
which didn't exactly coincide with
that Of my motherin-
She walked to the door, then turned
quickly toward me.
This won't interfere with your
little visit with Edith Fairfax" she
said. II cannot possible make ar
rang to go to Marvin for two
days so our luncheon to the two girls
can go on just the same. / will tell
| Betty about it now, and then it will
be off my mind
I couldn't help the mental wish that
were equally az fortunate Is the
door closed behind her. Lillian
could dismiss the coming of the
guests once the question Of their
culinary entertainment was settled.
But 1.-The very thought Of meeting
again the girl about whose friendship
with Dicky I had such gloomy. sin
lister forebodinGs unnerved me.
| Why had [ arranged this interview?
I asked with bitter distaste for the
task [ had impetuously set myself
Far better, much more compatible
with my dignity not to have yielded
to my wild surmises concerning the
girl, not to have planned to meet her
/ with the mad hope of ascertainlnS the
truth concerning my husbands in
| terest in her.
Retrospection or introspectiOn was
vain now, however. l was committed
to the interview which Lillian's quick
tact had QAnVerted into luncheon
| for four. But my brain whirled with
| the conflicting emotions which the
! prospect Of seeing the pretty little
| art student awakened. Rage, Jeal-
ousy, shame at my own bitterness IN
harboring the unworthy emotons' all
had their will with me,
One thing stood out clear ana ais
tinct above the storm of swlrAnR
| thoughts. The old, passionate, wild