Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-05-07
WHO'S WHO IN TIE STORY

EVELYN HASTE, beautiful and rich
girl, who sits down at the piano on
KENNEDY HASTE. her husband. who
suspects completely on the part of
his old war comrade,
SIR RAWDON WELLS, an amateur
scientist, who has insisted on lend
ing the couple Hidden Hall Court.
his gloomy and mystery-ridden es-
tate, for their honeymoon. and who
is found after the disappearance in
paN fseTst eaa9 gipsyC-lik. girl, adopted
sister of Kennedy and secretly in
love with Wells.
MISS GILLETT. an ex-war nurSe,who
fell in love with Haste in hospi-
DAGON. youthful Scotland Yard de-
tective, who has done glorified spy
work" in the. war. He is of vivid
Latin temperament, though Cana
0 Pandora Gets Away
"You will know this is for you,
without a name attached" she
read. 1T is to warn YOU that YOU
have made a great mistake in claim
ing to be guilty of Mrs. Haste's dis
appearance. Rawdon Wells has
i@Irdered her. and the truth is
bound to come out. Your sacrifice
can do no, good. and it will do much
harm. You possess proofs OF Wells
guilt. If, instead of asserting your
own, you tell what you really know
when you are questioned TOMORROW,
your reward will be great. You
shall learn who are your parents
and be told the secret of your birth
"a secret which would be- of i'm
menSe advantage to YOU. But keep
to your present mad course, and YOU
l-,, l4,, Z
than you know now. Behind the
bench on the floor of your cell you
will find pencil and a bit of paper
similar TO this. Write on it Yes or
No. according to the way you make
up your mind, wisely or foolishly.
Roll the paper into a ball again and
stuff it into the keyhole. That is
all you need do. Others will do the
rest. Remember, this is your one
and only chance, offered by a-Well-
Wisher."
Many mysterious things had hap
rened IN the last twenty four hours
but to Pandora this seemed the most
mysterious or. at least, the most I'M
accountable of all.
She looked under the bench, and
there in a corner against the wall
was a tiny end of pencil with a
hSoliS Siidi pCIlSu punt, anu d lllllG
ball of clean, blank paper.
There was no hesitation in the
girls mind TO which of the two
words she would write. Yet, If she
had not been so passionately de-
cided, the temptation would have
been very great.
All her life she had longed to
know who were her father and
mother; whether poverty and acct
dent had guided the person who left
her there in a box to the door of the
Hastes' house, or if that house had
been chosen for a particular reason.
She had seen the clothes she had
worn at the time, and the wrappiugs
in the box. They were poor, yet she
had dreamed sometimes that in spite
OF this bit of evidence-in spite of
all the rest-that she came of peo-
pie in Ken and Rawdon's class of
life. Once, it would have meant a
great deal to find out that this was
true. But now-now life seemed at
an end for her, before it had fully
begun. What did it matter who
she was-she. the girl who had con-
fessed to a crime?
Still, she was excited and forgot
to think of her position in reading
this incredible, anonymous letter.
How amazing it was that the person
who asked her to take back her con
fession should be one who knew
who she really was!
Or. was that part merely n lure :?
1t might be so, for almost every one
who knew her knew she was Ken
nedy Haste's adopted sister. ANY
pody could easily find out as much
as that, and then make lying
promises,
She wrote the one word NO" in
large letters on the bit of blank
paper. when she had we'll smoothed
1t oat. And on second thoughts she
ADDED underneath, Il don't be-
ileVe you know anything about me
That every one doesn't know"
Again she crushed the paper into
little round ball, and pushed il in
to the keyhole, as she had been told
to do.
The light was so strong now that
she imagined it to be about
O'CLOCK. Even in a prison, Pandora
supposed that you were not routed
out and made to begin your day
nucn carrier than o'clock. In
that case, it would be a long time
before she could expect to be called
IL only she could drop asleep for an
nour or two. She began to feel so
utterly spent that it seemed she
would have difficulty in getting
through the day unless she had a Iii.
tie rest. ~ NV
So far. she had not even tried TO
sleep. But now she lay down on
the bench, which was also the bed.
or bunk her head on a wooden sun,
port that perhaps called itself a nil
low, covered with a coarse blanket
believe-I'm going to sleep!" she
told herself, as a cool cloud seemed
TO sweep over her, beginning to blot
out remembrance. How wonderfnI
10 forget-if only for little while"
1t was the last she knew.
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Police Sergeant Arson was dress
ing In his small. semidetached house
crosse to the police station, when the
knocker banged furiousIy on his
green painted front door. -.
His wife's toilet was not an far
advanced as his own, for II was
even earlier than he usually rose
and he was obliged to answer the
knock himself.
Inc constable who had motored
pack with him last night stood ON
the doorstep, and Arson knew in
stantly that he was TO hear had
news of come sort tho,,ot, l. -.,s