Williams news., 1922-08-04

very flushed; then she was quite pale
 as she asked him, You wanted me?" He was white as she, and could not | speak at once. 'YOu told me last night,
 Miss Sherrill,' he said, "that the last
 thing that MT. Corvet did-the last
 that you know of-was to warn you
 against one of your friends. Who was that?"
 She flushed uneasily. You mustn't
 attach any importance to that; didn't
 mean you to. There was no reason for
 what MT. Corvet said, except in Mir.
 Corvet's own mind. He had a quite
 unreasonable animosity-'
 Against MT. Spearman, you mean"
 She did not answer.
 His animosity was against Mr.
 Spearman, Miss Sherrill, wasn't iti That is the only animosity of MT. Cor vets that anyone has told me about"
 'Yes."
 'tIt was against MT. Spearman that he warned you, then?'
 "YeS"
 Thank you." He turned and, not waiting for the man, let himself out. He should have known it when he had seen that Spearman, after announcing himself as unable to get back to the office, was with Constance.
 He went swiftly around the block to his own house and let himself in at the front door with his key. The house was warm a shaded lamp on the table in the larger library was lighted, fire was burning in the open grate, and the rooms had been swept and dusted. The Indian came into the hall to take his coat and hat.
 Dinner is at seven," Wassaquam announced. "You want some change about that?"
 "No; seven is all right"
 Alan went upstairs to the room next to Corvet's which he had appropriated for his own use the night before, and found 1t now prepared for his occu- pancy. When he came down again to the first floor, Wassaquam was no where about, but he heard sounds in the service rooms on the basement floor. He went part way down the service stairs and saw the Indian in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Wassa- guam had not heard his approach, and Alan stood an instant watching the | Indians tall, thin figure and the quick | of his disproportionately | small, well-shaped hands, almost like | 3 woman's; then he scuffed his foot | upon the stair, and Wassaquam turned | swiftly about
 Anybody been here today, Judah2" Alan asked.
 ''No, Alan. I called tradesmen; they ,ame. There were young men from the 
 "What did you tell themF'
 Nothing"
 "Why not?"
 "Henry telephoned I was to tell hem nothing"
 ''You mean Henry Spearman?"
 "Yesr
 Do you take orders from him, Ju- ah?"
 'I took that order, Alan"
 Alan hesitated. "You've been here n the house all day?''
 "Yes. Alan.''
 Alan went back to the first floor and 1to the smaller library. The room 1aS dark with the early winter dusk, nd he switched on the light; then he nelt and pulled out one of the draw IFS he had seen Spearman searching trough the night before, and carefully the papers in 1t one by one, ut found them only ordinary papers. [e pulled the drawer completely out nd sounded the wall behind 1t and the artitions on both sides but they ap- cared solid. He put the drawer back and went on to examine the next 1e, and, after that, the others. The ocks in the house had been wound, ,r presently the clock in the library ;ruck six, and another in the hall limed slowly. An hour later, when le clocks chimed again, Alan looked 3 and saw Wassaquam's small black res, deep set in their large eye sock S, fixed on him intently through the DOT. How long the Indian had been ere, Alan could not guess; he had ,t heard his step. "What are you looking for, A1an?" e Indian asked. Alan reflected moment. 'Mr. Sher- Il thought that MT. Corvet might we left a record of some sort here r me, Judah. Do you know of any ing like that?" 'tNo. That is what you are looking r?'' ''Yes. Do you know of any place lere MT. Corvet would have been ely to put away anything like that?" ! Ben put papers in all these draw 5 he put them upstairs, too-where u have seen."
 Nowhere else, JudahT' ''If he put things anywhere else, an, I have not seen. Dinner is wed, Alan" Alan went to the 1avatory on the st floor and washed the dust from
 hands and face; then he went into :. dining room. Wassaquam, having