The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1923-03-26

hard and cold.
-You are Janet s,annsld. arc you
no,7" abe asked
That Is certainly my name" I ad-
mitted. more puzzled than ever.
She looked AZ me IN doubling 81
lenee. 7 have seen your picture"
she said gloomiiy.
"whare1'
In New York He carried It with
him"
she turned deliberately away. as
tho determined not 20 enter into any
further conversation. found her
unsooiabllity TO some extent n relief.
but when ! stepped on board again.
my pleased peace Of mind was gone.
! relApssd into my former frame Of
mind and endeRvored 20 keep away
from everyone Mr. Popple. however.
refused 10 accept my plain hints. Hs
dragt-d his chair over 10 my corner
on deck.
Mrs Louisa X. Martln-that
lady's namo." he informed mo. "ahs
comes from way out wost. beyond
Milwaukee. She 10 getting out a,
MRrseiIleA"
Il had forgotten all about her. I
replied mendnciously.
ia give her a wide berth n I
were you" he advised. Travelling
about as much as l DO. Two got Kind
OF used 10 taking stock OF peoples
expressions, and the way she looked
NJ YOU was real mean"
] declined 20 continue the CONVEX
saiion and announced my intention
OF going 10 bod. As entered the
nuHie-room on the way 10 my cabin.
thoro was a cuHious cessation ~ con-
versation. Mrs. Louisa X. Martin.
who vas seated IN an eaay-chair.
very becominEiy dressed In black.
with a long rope o, pearls around her
neck. looked at mo with steady lnso.
lcnce, I walked straight up 20 her
chair. know tina, she had been
saxnE things about me. and was
furious.
Are you meeting my husband a,
Marscilies, Mrs. Martini asked
her.
j was sorry for tho question Al.
rce,ly the words had left my lips
sorry for her too. In way. She
turned deadly palo. and ~ looks
could have killed. should hay. heen
a dead woman. shs made no answer
a, all waited for a moment and
then passed on 20 my Hiateroom.
IL must HAYS been abou, 10 o'clock
that night when l heard a soft tap
ping At my door. guessed at once
who II was. and I Ruosaed rightly.
II was Mrs Louisa Martin. wrapped
In dressing gown and with slippers
on her feet Sho closod tho door
carefully, and she put her fingers
to her iipn
We must be careful she whis-
pored You woro made 20 speak Of
Michael openly"
"Of my hushandY"
She laughed contemptuousiy
He married me years before you"
shs replied. and another before
either OF u.s."
/ turned away from her. that abe
should not roe tho hate In my face
Some conviction OF this sort had
been growing upon me Of late.
When two women love tho same
man" Louisa Martin continued. they
should forget everything when he ia
In danger. I don't sec love In your
face" she went on. Then why arc
you here7"
II SEQ no reason why should dis
cuas that or any other subject with
YOU" fAanswered. "Bu, as matter
Of fac, I had no idea that Michael
was in MarsoIllea"
thought that she would have
struck me. Tho fire OF unbellef
blazcd in her eyes.
What are you doing on this
steamer then7" abe demanded.
II came for a holiday trip" I told
her.
She leaned little toward me. In
tho unshaded light Of the cabin her
face seemed wan. almost aged.
Listen" she said; this IN n mat
ter Of life or death for Michael. You
heard thru someone OF his being in
Marseilles, Tell mo thru whom"
II swear that had no idea he
was there" I repeated.
You fooli" she exclaimed. Cant
you see that you are probably fol-
lewei-that tho police arc making
use OF your
You are in the sams position
yourself" ] reminded her.
Indeed ! am not" she assured
mo earnestly. Il was born in Mar.
seilles. ] have Travelled there repeat.
eddy. ! know every corner and stone
Of the place. II was l who taught
Michael that II was the finest hiding
place in the world for the educated
criminal. II was / who took him
where he In now
Our conversation wns suddenly IN.
tcrrupted in very unexpected
fashion. My stewardess entered.
with thin blue strip In her hand
Wireless for you, Mrs. sonIe,"
she announced, addressing me by
the name under which I had booked
my passage,
For me7" repeated incredulous.
ly. There must bo some mistake
Nobody knows that am on board"
TITS Mrs Scale, right enough"
the stewardcss assured me. There's
no one else OF that name among the
passengers"
] tore open the envelope My com
panion watched mo with glitterinn
eyes. She could scarcely wait until
the stewnrdess had departed.
You Hart" she ragged. You soc
what you have donel You have laid
n trail for the police TO follow from
London TO hf0s sellles."
She poured out abusc. heard
nothing. My whole attention was
fixed upon these few words staring
nj mo from the telegraph form:
"Dombcy 3ist March Genesis
Louise"