New Britain herald., 1923-02-10
The Way the fasi-Driyer ''Iost" the Gray Limousine.


 Little Mrs, Durkee's evident terror was Infectious. felt myself tremb- ling at the sight of the hand drawing down the shade Of the limousine next ours in the temporary traffic jam, al- though l tried to tell myself that she probably was imagining things be- cause of her encounter with the yash- mak-veiled woman in the department store grill-room.
 slipped my arm around Mrs. Dur kee's shaking little figure and tried to make my voice and grip steady as l questioned her.
 What is ..y What did you see 2"
 For second or two she did not answer me. patently incapable of speech. Then her hand clutched mT arm.
 Its the same woman. Madge. I'm certain. She had on that same kind of veil. And there was a tall man with her with his hat drawn down over his forehead. and his chin sunk in his coat collar"
 forced n light laugh 10 my lips.
 You're seeing things in the day time instead Of at night" said. There are probably n hundred yash- mak wells on the avenue today. If not more."
 Mrs. Durkec's Intuition.
 You can't fool me !" She spoke with excited. nervous certainty. Its Grace Draper, and she's trailing you. And you may depend on 1t she means mischief. Why don't you call that policeman on the sidewalk and have her arrested? ?"
 Because he probably would think suddenly had gone mad" returned. But if you're nervous. l think we can manage to get away from the vi- cinity of that other car"
 T don't believe it," she replied | bluntly. That chauffeur has been told to follow us. I know it."
 And this one will be told to keep him from doing so," replied lightly. felt her give violent shiver and spoke more decidedly.
 "Wherc Do You Want 10 Go?
 Look herc." said banally. This taxi is much lighter and less cumber- some car than that limousine, and our driver is wizard. I've been watch- ing him."
 @I tapped on the glass. and the driv- er-with one eye on the traffic off, ficer--slipped the window and bent his head toward me.
 T want you to get completely away from that gray limousine directly to the left of us," I said. "Leave them no idea of where we've gone. Do it as quickly as you can.' ''I get you" he said with an effi- cicnt air that cheered me, and for the next few minutes the two chauffeurs played game which, if it had not held so vital an interest for me, would have been as good as a vaudeville peFforrance.
 S But it had taken only the first to convince me that lit- Ae Mrs Durkee's intuition had been right. and that the occupants of the gray limousine were indeed trailing us. And the knowledge. bringing to me as it did, the old haunting men, ace of Grace Draper's hatred toward me. made my forehead wet. And my ips were almost bitten through by he time our driver--after innumer- lble turnings and twistings-f finally f emerged on Madison avenue and headed north again. He half-turned : lis head and talked as he drove. r .i"We've slipped 'em now" he said That other driver is n jam with the cop. He tried to peat it across after me. He's safe or while. Where do you--ladies- want to go?"
 had swift. ludicrous notion that le had changed the word to 'ladies" rom danes" with an effort. ''Are you ready to go home?" ] II ,sked Mrs. Durkee. "Oh-yes," she faltercd. T couldn't 10 another bit of shopping if my life depended on it."
 "Then drive us to the Long Island K ide of the Penn station," decided. T Go up to Columbus Circle, and then ' york your way down Eighth avenue. D CT get you" he said again, and ,ithout further adventure we reached '' he stairs leading to the Long Island ,aiting room, and dismissed our river with tip which think sat- T, fled even his taxi-hardened soul. Iut when we had reached the waiting