The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-22
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 With all my heart replied Humphrey. : Across his memory fitted the picture of Berunas face, and the apprehension in her eyes. He would like to see that face again, with it's dstrust wiped out of it.
 As they left the quay, he caught Mis- titchs eye bent upon him in concentrated scrutiny Searching for a reason, he met by the thought that the old forester doubtless knew of the existence, in Anton's cottage, of someone else besides the mother who had offered hospitality. He suddenly thought that it might be better to cancel his engagement. Prince Ra's tutor must be- and hitherto had been--without reproach
 The isle was rough oblong in shape, and they landed on the eastern side. There was a landing stage of kind, but the ladies needed help in the Standardization, and the walters who lined the shore hassened for ward to their assistance.
 Stepan Woronz pressed to the aid of the princess. Varley, who had jumped out first elbowed him away with considerate hand. It may have been fahcy, but the Englishman thought the other mans in- crutable eyes met his own in a kind of chal lenge. He fell back deferentially. however, and Evadne, as she grasped Humphreys hand and moved close to him with a ges- ture of intimacy, srank as they passed the place where the waiter was standing.
 That's the spy-that man., she mur- mured very low, as they moved up the path together.
 q thought SOL he replied in the same manner. q have something to tell you, emember-something of importance-that happened to me last night
 She flashed a keen look of interest, but they had not another secord. Theobald came dashing up and Varley of course, must surrender the lady to him.
 At supper, he watched the Pole narrow ly. He moved silently to and fro like an autonaton, his eyes upon his work, and Humphrey wondered why the man reused in him some impulse of dislike or resent ment. Now that his attention was alert, he had the impression that this was the mask of man, and that behind him there lay in ambush something altogether different, something dangerous. He felt antagonism, as of one up against strength, evil strength. Without going through any mental process, his instinct armed itself to resist.
 They supped in a part of the closters which still retained it's roofing, and the tre- foil arches had been outlined with strings of tiny lamps, burning steadily in the wind less air. The tables, too, were dotted with them. But for the moonlight, this was the only light they had; and Theobad felt as though the dusk threw delicate screen between his passion and the glare of day, wrapping himself and Evadne in an inn penetrable privacy.
 To Evadne, on the contrary, the proxinl- ity of the spy was so vivid and so un- pleasant that Theobald was of secondary importance. The man was an excellent waiter contriving always so to put things down or take them up as never to brush the guest he was serving Yet Evadne felt always that he was too close, that he was pressing against her--that he was coming nearer and nearer as snake may fascinate rabbit. It was a repugnance she could not explain, but which drove her to the verge of fear.
 With resolve not to let herself be domi- mated by foolish notion she flung herself into the conversation at table, and found with start that they were taking of Pan- nonia.
 Theobald asked: "Is it really true, this story of the smuggling of arms?"
 General Helso spread out his great hands. "It would appear so. said to the foreign secretary only last month, 'Pannonia is too quiet. When they begin to drop their voices you may bet your life they are in mischief Just like that said it.