The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1923-11-16
(Installment No. 26)

passionate eyes. Her voice was firm
as she answered him in the one wore
that he had desired. The word was
MOI"
A knock at the door startled him
Come I'M" he called out, sharply
He looked up, expecting to see one
of the guests or one of the servants.
1t was Moody who entered the room.
Hardyman laid down his pen, and
fixed his eyes sternly on the man
who had dared to interrupt him.
What the devil do you want?" he
asked.
Il have seen Miss Isabel and spok-
en- with her." Moody replied Mr.
Hardyman, | believe it is in your
power to set this matter right For
the young lady's sake, sir, you must
not leave England without doing it,"
Hardy turned to his foreman 'Is
this fellow mad or drunk?" he asked.
Moody proceeded as calmly and as
resolutely as if those words had not
been spoken. Il apologize for my in
trusion, sir. 1 will trouble you with
no explanations; | will ask one ques-
ton. Have you memorandum of
the number of that five-hundred-
pound note which you paid away in
France?"
Hardyman lost all control over
himself.
you scoundrel!" he cried, shave
you been prying into my private af-
fairs? Is it your business to know /
what / did in France?"
rs it your vengeance on a woman
to refuse to tell her the number of a
bank-note?' Moody rejoined, firmly.
That answer forced its way through
Hardyman's anger to Hardyman's
sense of honor. He rose and ad-
vanced to Moody. For a moment the
two men faced each other in silence.
You're a bold fellow" said Hardy ,
man, with sudden change from !
anger to irony. 'I'll do the lady !
Justice. I'll look at my pocket l
,ook'' :
He put his hand into the breast a
pocket of his coat; he searched his a
'ther pockets; he turneed over the
objects on his writing table. The 7
'ook was gone. s
Moody watched him with a feeling s
f despair. ooh, Mr. Hardyman, +,
ont say you have lost your pocket
ooki" r.
He sat down again at his desk, it
18th sullen submission to the new lo
isaster. "All l can say is, you're at in
berty to look for it," he replied 81 pl
Iust have dropped it somewhere" S,
e turned impatiently to the fore A
an. Nov, then, what is the next dr.
leck wanted? l shall go mad if 1 he
ait in this damned place much WI
NIGER" Ike
Moody fastened back to the part to
the grounds (close to the shrub Sc
'ry) in which Isabel was waiting tic
S return. "a
They had advanced nearly as far by
the tent, on their way out of the tu
ounds, when they were met by te,
walking towards them ha
I'm the cottage. He was a stranger
Isabel. Moody Immediately recog- ha
sed him as Mr.. Felix Sweetsir. in
Who is that?" Isabel asked. He
Lady Lydiard's nephew, Mr. Felix aft
veetsir," Moody answered, with 7
1den sternness of tone and a sud sir
4 GOODNESS of manner which sur TO-,
sed Isabel \
You don't like him." she said. DOC
Is she spoke, Felix stopped to give nu1
lience to one of the grooms, who it,
!, apparently, been sent with my
ssage to him. He turned so that G
face was visible to Isabel Moody of
ssed her hand significantly as it hoo
ted on his arm. nv,
Look well at that man." he whis- cd
ed. tits time to warn you. Mr.. Tor
TX Sweetsir is the worst enemy
havew
: Isat
'abel heard him in speechless as inn1
shment. He went on in tones doa
trembled with suppressed emo uar
aske
You doubt if Sharon knows the eyes
f. You doubt if 1 know the thief CT
ell as certainly as the heaven is colo,
re us, there stands the wretch .ex
stole the bank-notei" a,ub,
lie drew her hand out of his arm Oh
a cry of terror. She looked at ond
as if she doubted whether he ti1no
in his right mind. vonr
} took her hand, and waited a
lent, trying to compose himself
listen to me-" he said cat the
consultation / had with Sharon FRI