Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-07
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soTsiI" ssosis ,SaTdcrinos. she toircs the For.
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N' Ns wdv 70 the tratn Ec,1'e & rceognlssss
/ Kin as the ran Who hdd ocen ocS'de
| ths dead mun's body
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
uJHAT sort Of woman would she
w nroye to be. and had she really
,.,ed for the dead man3 That seemed
!, he the most important factor in the
-. for IL she really cared the Fortune
unnter was shrewd enough to guess
| ,h,t nothing could buy her silence.
He walked past the Savoy entrance
,,ice before he finally squared his
horlders and turned into the court
,,,d his head carried at rather de-
amt angle and his face a little pale.
There we're a great many people
II ,hoot. daintily dressed women who
,,oted interestedly at him as he stood
,.dtatlng in the entrance, uncertain
NJ TO his next move.
A porter approached diAidently.
"Con !. be of any service to you,
H ar"
Tbt Fortune Hunter started.
"Yes. at least-there is Miss
/ rl,ver staying here. I wish to see her
/ my name is Smith, haven't a card,
INIT u YOU will tell her-she is expect
/ ing me-"
He spoke quite calmly though his
rulses we're racing; he thought of
Anne % and her trust in him, and for n
/ moment something seemed to tighten
| IN bis throat. What would she think OF
| him II she could see him now? The por-
Tor was beside him again.
THAT Is Miss Claver on the couch
4 BY the archway, sir.
The Fortune Hunter turned slowly
and looked in the direction indicated.
40 that was Irenie Claver! He was
| conscious Of an almost overwhelming
sense OF relief as he recognized the type
| Of woman with whom he had got to
deal. 49,
Handsome, well dressed, if n little
TOO aashily, with a rather hard face,
little wearied in repose, as If life had
NOT gone too easily for her.
She was smoking cigarette in a
opg, slender holder, and idly turning
|the pages Of q magazine.
The Fortune Hunter went. forward
slowly till he stood beside her. "Miss
Cayer, think?"
His voice was perfectly cool and con-
trolled, though there was little ner-
vous pulse leaping in his throat.
She nodded. "Yes--go on! Your
names not John Smith, of course?"
! The Fortune Hunter flushed at the un-
expected question. "Does that matter?'
S asked cvasively.
She shrugged her shoulders.
mot in the least" she agreed.
"Please 20 on" He laughed self
consciously.
ut will not sound very plausible to
you," he said. "But It all happened
80 naturally. landed in England
some weeks ago with hardly Il pound in
ny pocket. tramped about the coun-
try, too glad to be back home to think
Hrously about finding work; not that
I'm fond Of work-I've always lived BY
ny wits. The weather was fine, and
slept here, there and everywhere
out Of doors, in barns, and got my
meals where I could. Then one
day found myself at place on tn"
ii1er called Somerton-I'd never been
there before, and I was going through
s woods when hidden in the bracken
/" He paused. Dead" he
lrenie Claver WINGED, but she made
no comment, and the Fortune Hunter
vent on: II was going off to fetch
The police when l saw pocketbook
lying on the ground at my feet. and
ooked through it with the idea Of
radlng out who the man was or some
n!ng about him. but beyond the name
John Smith and some some love
letters from girl there was nothin.
Of any Importance. was on my way
% the police station, walking along the
iver bank, when i saw a boy over
alance and fall from a punt. He
sadn't swim-it turned out after
sin that he was cripple =
mere was girl with him ." His
voice grew strained and jerky. "Sh"
Sleamed out to me to save the boy
~ brother, it appeared and
irenie made n swift little movement
Nth her hands.
A, You needn't trouble to explain
MIs was the girl, of course Anne
harding-you see. l know all about
H, and the brother-isn't his name
t@myTa nasty, mean little brute,
''Tm all accounts"
the Fortune Hunter began to OBJ
Mt, but she interrupted him ruthlessly,
Don't defend him. I've never seen
in IN my life, but I've heard n lot
s@ut him, Anyway, we won't argue
ill.,. Well--you pulled him out of the
;ss and went home with thcm-is that
"Yes"
and she recognized you as =
''aS @ SMITH"
~, meaie Claver,s dark eyes wandered
S"aa @ me Fortune Hunters handsome,
uy iaee' half-mockingly, half-sym-
MA uIts not to be wondered at" she
NO at last. "She hadn't seen Won for
Ss.ears, and the likeness is enough to
hssnM " pass. You've got stronger
ss.s,aisann, John had, though" she added
s,nt ese was q little silence, then she
icSs S ON on And so you took what the
i%',s and kept up the game, eh
Hse az oGnh smith to them all down
Ts FauIa ana the girls In love with you. -
TNSI'Crune Hunter flushed scarlet.
low vou ous your pardon, but cannot al
N,,Ha 10 speak of Miss Harding like