The Holbrook news., 1922-06-30

Come in," she ordered again, lit- tie sharply.
 He came in and she closed the door.
 '.Im sopping wet. I'll drip all over the fioor."
 What are you going to do? You'll be arrested, you know" She stood straight and slim as boy, and the frank directness of her gaze had a boys sexless unconsciousness.
 There came to them from outside the tap-tap-tap-tap of a policeman's night stick rattling on the curbstone. Hes calling help"
 "I can explain how 1t happened"
 "No. He wouldn't understand. They'd find you guilty"
 To a manservant standing in the background the young woman spoke. Jenkins, have Nora clean up the floor and the steps outside. And remember T don't want the police to know this gentleman is here.'
 ''Yes, miss"
 "Comel" said the girl to her guest.
 Clay followed his hostess to the stairs and went up them with her, but he went protesting, though with a chuckle of mirth. He sure ruined my clothes heap. 1 ain't fit to be seen."
 The suit he had been so proud of was shrinking so that his arms and legs stuck out like signposts. The color had run and left the goods Q peculiar biious-loOking overall blue.
 She lit a gas-log in a small library den.
 Just minute, please"
 She stepped briskly from the room. In her manner was a crisp decision, in her boise trim gallantry that won him instantly.
 I'll bet she'd do to ride with" he told himself in a current western idiOm.
 When she came back it was to take him to a dressing room. A complete change of clothing was laid out for him on a couch. A man whom Clay duplicate in the moving-picture thea ters at Tucson-was there to supply his needs and attend to the tempera- ture of his bath.
 Stevens will look after you," she said; when you are ready come back to dads den."
 His eyes followed to the door her resilient step. Once, when he was a boy, he had seen Ada Rehan play in "As You Like It." Her acting had en- tranced Jim. This girl carried him back to that hour. She was boyish as Rosalind, woman in every motion of her slim and lissom body.
 At the head of the stairway she up to meet her.
 Its policeman, miss. 'E's come about the-the person that came in, and 'e's talkin' to Nora on the steps. She's a-jollyin' i'm, as you might say, miss."
 His. you;'y mistress nodded. She swept the hall with the eye of a gen. eral. Swiftly she changed the position of Turkish rug so as to hide a spot on the polished floor that had been recently scrubbed and was still moist. Then she opened the door and saun- tered out.
 Does the officer want something, Moray" she asked innocently, switch ing the end of crop against her rid ing-bOots.
 "Yes, miss. There's been a ruffian batin' up Swedes an tyin' 'em to posts. This officer thinks he came here" ex- plained Nora.
 Docs he want to look in the house?''
 "Yes, miss."
 -'Tlren let Tim come in." The young mistress took the responsibility on her own shoulders. She led the police mlm into the hall. T don't really see how he could have got in here without some of us seeing him, officer"
 "'Ne, ma'am. I don't see how he could" The patrolman scratched his red head. "The janitor's a Swede, anyhow. He jist guessed it. came to make sure av it. I'll be sorry fer troubling yuh. miss."