St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1922-07-22
CHAPTER XIX.
Two end TWO Make Four.

Two end Two Make Four.
From Maddocks the Whitfords drove
straight to the apartment house Of
Clarendon Droln1eld For the third
time that morning the clubman's valet
found himself overborne by the In
sistence of visitors.
'We're coming In, you know" the
owner of the Bird Cage told him in an
swer to his explanation of why his mas
ter could not be seen. "This Is lmpor
tant business and we've got to see
Bromfleld."
"Yes, sir, but he said"
Hell change his mind when he
knows why we're here" Whitford
pushed in and Beatrice followed him
From the adjoining room came the
sound of voices.
Il thought you told us Mr.. Bromfleld
had gone to sleep and the doctor said
he wasn't to be awakened" said Bea-
trice with broad, boyish smile at the
mans discontinue.
''The person inside wouldn't take no,
miss. for an answer.
"He was like us, wasn't he? Did he
give his namef" asked the young
woman.
mo, MISS Just said he was from
the Omnium club"
Whitford and his daughter ex-
changed glances. Same business we're
on. Announce us and we'll go right
In.
They were on his heels when he gave
their names.
Bromfeld started up, too late to pre-
vent their entrance. He stood silent
for moment, uncertain what to do,
disregarding his fiancee's glance Of hos
tile inquiry lifted toward the other
guest.
The mining man forced his hand.
wont you introduce us, Clarendon7"
he asked bluntly.
Reluctantly their host went through
the formula. He was extremely un-
easy. There was material for On ex-
plosion present in this room that would
blow him sky-high II match should
be applied to 1t. Let Durand get to tell
Ing what he knew about Clarendon and
the Whitfords would never speak to
him again. They might even spread a
true story that would bar every house
and club in New York to him.
"We've heard Of Mr.. Durand," said
Beatrice. :
Her tone challenged the attention OF
the gang leader. The brave eyes flashed
defiance straight at him. A pulse OF
anger was throbbing in the soft round
throat
Inscrutably he watched her. It was
his habit to look hard at attractive
women. 'Most people have" he admit
ted. 8
"Mr. Lindsay is our friend" she said.
We've Just come from seeing him."
The man to whom she was engaged
had been put through so many flutters
Of fear during the last twelve hours
that new one more or less did not
matter. But he was still not shock
proof. His fingers clutched tighter the
arm Of the chair.
"W-what did he tell your"
Beatrice looked into his eyes and
read in them once more stark fear.
Again she had a feeling that there was
something about the whole affair she
had not yet fathomed-some secret
that Clay and Clarendon and perhaps
this captain of thugs knew.
She tried to read what he was hiding,
CROPPED In her mind for the key to his
terror. What could 1t be that he was
afraid Clay had told herr What was
1t they all knew except Lindsay's
friendsY And why, since Clarendon
was trembling lest it be discovered,
should the Arizonai,. too. join the con-
sp!racy OF silence? At any rate she
would not uncover her hand
z "Th told US several things" she said
You've got to make open
confession, Clary.'
: The ex-pugllist chewed his cigar and
looked at her.
Whit would he confess7 That the
man with him murdered Collins
That's not true, = said the girl
quickly.
$50 Lindsay's your friend, eh2 Diff
ferent here, miss" Jerry pieced to
gether what the c1ubman had told him
and what he had since learned about
her. He Enew that this must be the
girl to whom his host was engaged.
"How about you, Bromfeld?' he
sneered.
The club1nan stiffened.. "I've nothing