The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-06-04
SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING
CHAPTERS.
ARNOLD GREATSoN,

make believe world, sets
forth on Spring morning 10
ueek an adventure in living. In
Charing Cross station. through
which flows an unending human
tide. he posts himself TO watch
tHr wlg'ever of fate the moment
may bring. His attention is at
tractcd 20 person who. like him
self, seems to be casual on
looket The attraction is mutual.
The two men tell each other that
they are looking "for a single face
or personality suggestive of some-
thing apart from the common
place" Yet the stranger does not
appear 10 the young authoy TO be
wholly frank. His attitude is too
expectant And when the Cont
mental train comes in, his com
panion lays his fingers upon Ar
nold's arm and points out an odd
pair---a man past middle age.
bearing the marks of years Of
self-indulgcnce. who 10 the escort
of girl apparently between fif-
teen and sixteen, whose beauty Is
troubled now by the look Of fear
in her eyes. The four presently
find themselves in a fashionable
restaurant--thc elderly man and
the frightened girl at one table,
the two watchers at a table not
far away. There, during pre-
tence of lunch, Arnold learns that
his companion goes by the name
of Grooten. In a little while he
observes such signs Of terror on
the girls face that he strides inn
petuously to her table with the
knight errant thought OF Offering
aid where aid might not be de-
sired. In spite of the slight put
upon him, the psuedo guardian of
the girl makes the explanation
that he has been placed in charge
of her to bring her from a con-
vent in France to the home OF
relatives In England. The girl
herself says he can do nothing for
her. So he Is obliged to return
to his own table--puzzled and still
unsatisfed. Mr.. Grooten mods
thoughtfully as he listens to Ar
nold's report of his conversation
with the girl and her escort. Sud
denly Mr.. Crooten draws a small,
shining weapon from his pocket.
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r<TS It revolver" asked.
'" little puzzled by It's
shape.
mot exactly" he answered,
hngering It carelessly. "lt is In
reality a sort OF air-gun, with a
wonderful compression, and most
Ingenious silencer; quite as deadly,
they say, as any firearm ever In.
veated. It elects a cylindrically-
shaped bullet, tapered down almost
TO the fineness of a needle. Now"
he added, with a faint smile and
n rapid glance round the room, III
only ono dared"---- he turned In
his chair. ard I saw the thing steal
out below his cuff, zone could free
the child quite easlly-quite cas-
ily.'
II was all over In moment--a
wonderful, tense moment. during
which / sat frozen 10 my chair.
stricken dumb and motionless with
the tragedy which II seemed that
alone had Witnessed. For there
had been a little puff OF sound, so
slight that no other ears had no
ticed It. The sen In front of me
was empty, and the man on my
Tlbut ndu ldiitu ipi Nuiu, Mo manu-
pressed to his side, his face cur
iously livid. patchy with streaks of
dark color, his eyes dubious.
Walters still hurried to and fro,
the hum Of conversation was unin.
terrupted. And then suddenly II
oame--a cry OF breathless horror,
of mortal unexpected agony--a cry.
II seemed. of death. The walters
stopped In their places TO gaze
breathlessly at tho spot from
which the cry had come. a silver
dish fell Gathering from the fingers
OF one, and its contents rolled un-
noticed about the floor. The muir
mur OF voices, the rise and fall OF
laughter and speech, ceased as
though an unseen finger had been
pressed upon the lips OF everyone
in tho room. Men rose in their
places, women craned their necks,
For a second or two the whole place
was like tableau Of arrested mo.
;ion. Then there was rush