New Britain herald., 1923-12-21
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when, presently the coDpIef emerged from the elevator, below. he paused before leaving the hotel to mop his perspiring brow with large. soiled handkerchief. The perfume of hyacinths seemed to have pursued him, bringing with it a memory of handsome, effeminate ivory face of the man above. He was recalled to his senses by tthe voice of the impu- dent page.
 Been kicked out, gov'nor?" the youth inquired. You're the third this morning"
 "Is that so?" answered Parker. 'who were the other two, lads?"
 The girl wot comes to do his nails A stunnin' bird, too. She came down cryin' a few minutes ago. Then
 shut up. Chiyers!" cried the hall porter You're asking for the sack, and I'm the man 10 get it for you
 Chivers did not appear to be vastly perturbed by th-~ prospect, and he grinned agreeably at Parker as the latter made his way out into the courtyard.
 Any one sufficiently interested to have done so might have found mat ter for surprise had he followed that conscientious bootmaker as he left the hotel. He did not proceed to the shop of Mir. Jarvis, but, c>ossing the Strand. mounted a city-bound motor bus and proceeded eastward upon it as far as the Law Courts. Here he dismounted and plunged into that maze of tortuous lanes which dissects &..sa s.~Ap nI FNsf "a I aS and Holborn
 His step was leisurely, and once he stopped to light his pipe, peering with interest into the shop windiw of law stationer. Finally he came 10 another little shop which had once formed part of a private house. It was of the lock-up variety. and upon the gauge blind which concealed the interior appeared the words: "1he Chaneery Agency"
 Whether the Chancery Agency was press agency, n literary or a dra- matic agency was not specified, but Mir. Parker was evidently well acc uuainted with the establishment for Inc unlocked the door with keS which he carried and. entering a tiny shop, closed and locked the door be- hind him again.
 The place was not moro than ten yards square and the ceiling was very low. Ii was barely furnished as an office, but evidently Mir. Parker's business was not of nature 10 de- tain him hero. There was a second door to be unlocked: and beyond it appeared flight Of narrow stairs--at some time tho servants stair of the partially demolished house which had occupied that site in former days Relocking this door in turn, Mir Parker mounted the stair and present ly found himself in spacious and well-furnished bedroom.
 This bedroom contained an exrta- ordinary number of wardrobes, and a big dressing table with wing mirrors lent a theatrical tough to the apart ment. This was still further en- hancec by the presence of all sorts of wigs. boxes of false hair. and other items Of makeup. At the table Mir. Parker seated himself, and when, half an hour later, the bedroom door was opened. it was not Mir. Parker who crossed the bookined study within ana Walke0 through bO tne prlFdte office where Innes was seated writ ing. It was Mir. Paul Harley
 CHAPTER xI.
 The Purple stain
 For more than an hour Harley sat alone, smoking, negiectful of the routine duties which should have claimed his attention. His face was set and grim, and his expression one of total abstraction. Tn spirit he stood again in that superheated room st the Savoy.
 He rang the bell communicating with the outer office. Innes came in, 'Innes," he said. rapidly, "is there anything of really frst-rate impor- tsnce with which l should deal per- sonaIiy?'
 Well" replied the secretary, glanc. ing at some papers which he carried. there Is nothing that could not wait until tomorrow at a pinch"