Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-01-08

81 can and I will. One-third of
the jewels-an equal division between
the three of us-and the miniature,
authorities"
Snaith glared murderously across
the narrow space between them, but
after few seconds his eyes dropped.
| "You win" he said sullenly.
There's no other way out. But
he broke off as IL he were choking.
| II won't see you at the seance, OF
COURSE" Achison inquired placidly.
| r X X X
| ~ ing later. Maybe, though, 1t
would look better II you took some
one to Prof. Hammersley's with you;
some one who couldn't even be ques-
toned" Snaith was resentful. furious,
but he had his wits about him.
"A good suggestion" A quizzical
twinkle slid into Achison's eye. I'll
take Dandy"
THAT revenue agent" Snaith's face
was black with suspicion.
Its an Inspiration" chuckled Achi-
son. Nothing could be more disarm-
ing. Who would expect the loot to
| be carried off right under the watch
dogs nose? Besides, it may relieve
you from the too-solicitous attentions
you complain of. I'll tell Dandy you
have consulted me about being
Swallowed. and that after sounding
you thoroughly am persuaded
neither you nor Nine. Adelbron are
engaged in any nefarious under
takings at the present time. The rea-
son you hang around her, I'll explain,
is that you really have become con-
vert to spiritism."
| As he listened Snaith assumed a
! somewhat Modified attitude; there
was even a hint Of admiration in his
glance.
~ dare say you are right" he ad-
mitted, now that you explain it But.
my word, man." he reverted, sulkily.
those terms of yours are steep!"
| Achison merely shrugged his shoul-
ders and turned to a discussion OF
minor details. When these were all
satisfactorily arranged Achison once
more pushed forward the bottle of
Scotch.
take a stirrup-cup before you go"
he urged, ito the success of the en-
| terprise."
Might as WELL" growled Snaith.
Its costing me just about thousand
dollars a drop. He filled his glass and
held it up to the light, gazing ruefuliy
at its amber contents. You col
llectors" he sighed. and his tone was
one Of deep respect.
| The next afternoon Marie Trevelle,
shopping for madame. was strolling
slowly up 5th avenue in the direction
of her hotel when, glancing up from
her mournful meditations, she saw a
dark, good-looking young man walk
ing toward her. Involuntarily she
stopped, and then ran to him. her pale
little face irradiated with joy.
Monsieur Ramsey" she gasped. "Oh
Monsieur Ramsey"
Marie Trevelle" he exclaimed,
taking both her hands. "Why. what
iare you doing in this part of the
world?"
"Oh, Monsieur Ramsey! The good
God has sent you. To think. when I
was SO lonely and at my wits end I
should have met you" She smiled up
at him. her lips trembling. her eyes
full of tears.
Come, Marie" he said. kindly;
you are all upset! We will go into
the hotel over there and have a cup
Of tea"
She was like a child as they turned
Into the hotel restaurant and he found
a remote little table. A burden SEEM
ed to have dropped from her Shout
ders.
Now" he said, when he had order
ed, tell me all about it."
"You remember my father" she be-
gan, when you were billeted in our
house at Tours; how broken down
he was, his business gone? He died.
IShe wiped the tears from her eyes.
Il went to Paris with my mother
thinking I could get work. There was
no finer goldsmith in the world than
my father, and he had trained me well;
but I could find nothing to do, and
my mother was taken ill. All, it was
despair then, monsieur, when one day
a jeweler to whom I had applied
mean little man in a mean little place
gave me the address of a lady who
wished some stones reset.
II went to her. 1t was Nine. Adel-
bron, the famous medium. put
some bits of glass back in their
washed gold settings'-she made
gesture Of supreme contempt-"and
the lady examined them with great
care and asked me many questions
about myself. Then she praised me
for my work and said that she wished
to engage me as a companion on
her professional tour to the United
States. She dreaded being alone, she
said, in q strange country, and she
offered mo a fine salary. 1t was a
great temptation; it meant that my
mother could have the best OF care
and medical attention for several
months, anyway, and at the end of
that time things might be better and
I could find work.
Monsieur. I accepted, as you see,
and now"-her face paled; her eyes
dilated with horror-I do not know
il can ever go back again."
"Of course, you shall go back
Ramsey leaned over and patted her
hand reassuringly. "I'll see to that.
Don't hold anything back, Marie. Tell
me everything"