The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1923-08-01

The warm blood mounted to her
checks.
'of course"
I'm glad OF that"
lie was placlng tho GLASS back on
the tray when no realized that his
sister had followed him across the
room
Must We keep that wrctched iar
horel Can't YOU just look into
mike suro-and send IL back 20
them againf"
llo shook his head and laughed 10
dispel a certain uncomfortable In,
ward feeling that Monica's present
mood inspired.
That's tho devil OF A." he told
her Il can't find out how Il
works"
She surveyed him FOR some mo.
menls, her head on one side.
why don't YOU send for a black,
smlth-or uomebody-and force II
open1"
II should scarcely Ike 10 do that.
You sec, u wouldn't be policy 20 pro
woke any further unpleasantness by
deliberately committing sacrllcge
Besides. It's an uncommonly fine
urn lie looked down at his
watch. Time We got TO bed Lien.
WINS coming round In the morning
and then we shall know all about
A."
She clutohed az his sleeve.
Jack. can't sleep here with that
thing In tho house. I've been feel.
ing perfectly horrible ever since
they brought Il here, You call IL
nerves. ! know. but I've seen things
az tho window"
what sort OF thlngsg'
II can't quite explain, Just vague.
shadowy objects, That was what
made mo como 20 you I could have
sworn | heard them breathing and
once--for u fraction OF Il second
two hands-ltke claws-rested on
tho sill. should have gone mad
II I had stayed"
In spite Of himself tho commits.
sloner glanced az tho wide.open
aperture thru which tho cool night
air filtered His keen gaze fell upon
nothing but tho rectangular patch
OF blRcinesa sho had expected TO
see. Ho walked deliberately 10 u
and tossed the end OF his cigar into
the garden.
There is nothing there. you see. g
he declared II tell you what II ls.
Monica You're worrying too much
about young Pennington. and you
want holiday, II you take my ad.
vice. you'll get married as soon as
he comes hack-and set him 60 take
YOU for long sea trip
Aren't you looking rather far
ahead2" said Monica dcmurcly.
You forget-he hasn't asked me
yetg'
The commissioner tapped tho
bronze Jar with his finger nail. NO.
but he viii as soon as I show him
that. Ho was only waiting Tor proof
that our enemy was dead"
She came slowly back toward the
urn.
Proof" she echoed In n voice 40
low that Il was scarcely audible II
wonder II this clumsy thing proves
anything. For all we know--it may
be empty"
"Iu which case" smiled her
brother. there's nothing on earth
10 prevent us going TO bed"
But Monica wRB not listening shc
was passing her fingers over the
metal surface.
Il fancy that band has some.
thing TO do with 1.-THE band with
the four little gold studs"
She held her thumb poised over
tho nearest Of tho four gold knobs.
II lowered for soennd--a bare
half inch from tho metal. and then
form plunged wildly thru the open
window. landed IN erouching atti.
tude on tho bare boards. and. ex.
tending lean arm, thrust her bod.
ily into a corner.
Tho bronze jar topplcd awkward.
~ and rolled 10 tho floor. where the
slameso kitten fen upon Il in n
frenzy Of delight Hewitt wrcnehcd
open tho drawer In which his auto,
matte lay. and Monica. her eyes
wide open with terror. leaned help.
issaly against tho wall. gazing into
tho Scared. swart face Of China
man. Tho intruders greasy coat
was torn and weather stained. HIS
feet were swathod Ia sandals OF
plated straw. and his features wore
an expression that she did not alto.
gether understand.
Put them up said the commits.
sIoner coIdly. and tho celestial. com.