The Washington times., 1922-09-03
Continued from Lasts Sunday)
CHAPTER TX.

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Y -from-whOm7"
"From - Josephine!" I"
she breathed.
"Oh Lord! From the down,
down, down girl?" 3D..
Helen nodded mysteriously.
81 will tell you, Mr.. Jones. No,
I'll sit here" she declined the in
vitation of the chair he offered
and vaulted onto the basket.
zone moment" said Cicero, "Jo
Josephine is your sister?"
Helen frightened her lips.
eyes. ] often regret. it," she
said. "First let me explain the
extraordinary scene which you
witnessed, a scene which can only
be compared to the occasion when
Miss Reppley came Unexpectedly
into the dorrlitory and discovered
the senior prefect reading Three
: Weeks to the innocent children of
y the fifth form. We have a great
secret in this house."
So it was true! His breath
came faster.
81 understand" he said quietly.
"My sister, who has a sanguin-
airy, If literary mind, and who mur-
ders on an average three persons
a week-one of whom is usually
a child of tender years"
"Good God" gasped Cicero, and
Helen's blue eyes reproved him.
T'd rather you didn't swear"
she said. Naturally" she
stopped suddenly and rubbed her
leg. Something had stung her left
calf.
"But you-you poor child. Do
you have to stand by?"
81 am helpless said Helen,
shaking her head, 81 have no au-
thority. Now if I were at St.
Margaret's-"
But you say am in danger?"
"Yes-deadly danger. Jose
phine would stop at nothing"
"Then-what do you advise me
to do?"
"Make your escape whilst you
can," said Helen firmly. "Woww
She leapt to the floor with a scream
and rubbed herself at great speed.
Something stuck into me-" she ex-
planned, and peered down at the
basket. 'Tt is a hairpin! I'm
sorry" When she looked again
the hairpin was gone.
Suppose do not clear out? ?"
: he asked, "what will happen to
me"
"Surely, Mr.. Jones, you know"
she said reproachfully. 81 don't
want to hurt your feelings, but
but" In an excess of emotion
her voice grew husky and shook,
and her words sounded in his ears
like the knell of doom. "You will
go away to a place which is be-
yond the reach of your loved
onesw
Cicero Jones reeled.
"There is no time to be lost"
he said.
Remember" said Helen, "Jose-
phine is a courageous woman
Harkr'
81 thought heard a sound-a
creaky sound" said Helen.
Cicero crept to the door and.
peered into the half darkness of
the corridor. He remembered
vaguely that Georgina-was that
the taller ones name said that
Josephine walked in her sleep. He
came back to whisper an inquiry
of the important Helen, a majestic
figure, tingling with the greatness
of the moment.
":That is part of the plot to trap
you," she said instantly. "You
think | am being disloyal to my
sister-it can bear that interpreta-
ton. But l should be false to the
principles which l acquired at St.
Margarets if l didn't try to help
YOU"
"Where is your sister now?"
"She's not in her roomw she
breathed. perhaps she is in the
garden. She often goes there at
night"
They walked cautiously to the
window and stared into the dark.
Slowly the basket followed, max
ing blindly for the door. There
was a muttered curse as it missed
the opening, and cannoned side
ways to where the two were watch
ing, but neither heard.
~ see nothing" said Helen trem-
ulously.
"And I-We-owp