Evening star., 1925-10-02
Who Stole the Bride? And Why!
The Night of the Weddin g
b. c. N. and A. M. WILLIAMSON
Of other cinaun
roma o myete and love
"
In the Pay of "The Unknown"

7 T WAS Fanny requested by Ser.
geant Anson to stay on at the
court for few days. who spoke
1 of 1t to her mother the first time
Dagon appeared, on an invented
errand, at the door Of the house
keepers room.
Good gracious"' the girl exclaimed.
as he announced himself. You gave
me such a start! 1 almost thought
you were Miss Haste disguised as a
boy-a man. Did you ever see such
a resemblance, mother"
Mrs. Gillett was chalk pale, but per
haps no paler than when Dagon had
interviewed her on the morning of his
arrival. He had thought then that she
looked like a dead woman galvanized
into seeming life. Yet she had, at that
time, said nothing about a resem-
blance, nor had her daughter. The de-
tectiVe was not surprised, however, at
the omission on the first occasion, or
by Fanny Gillett's exclamation now.
When he came first to Hidden Hall
Court his upper lip had been adorned
by small mustache, and he wore his
dark hair brushed back from his fore.
head in the approved style Of British
youth. His aim had been to look as
much Of man and as conventional as
dora Haste's photograph he had been
doing all he could to accentuate and
call attention to the likeness. In Lon
don he had shaved off the dark shadow
which did duty as mustache, and he
now had his naturally waved hair
parted in the middle. a fashion which
made him look younger, more boyish
almost girlish. To add to this effect,
he had on a blue serge suit with a
silk shirt, and soft rolling collar turn
ed over a tie done in a sailor knot.
No one who had ever known Pan
dora Haste at all well could mistake
the resemblance now. or say vaguely,
who is ii you are like?"
live hardly seen Miss Haste" 4"
Mrs. Gillett stammered. 1T was only
on that awful night when she scold-
ed me-oh, quite rightly.-because
couldn't keep calm. had other things
to think Of than her face then, I as
sure you. Fanny. Still-now you re-
call her-I remember her large eyes
her short hair. Yes, suppose there
is resemblance. But. Of course, there
is nothing strange in it. We see strik-
ing resemblances every day. You are
an American, are you not, MIR.
Dagon?"
ITO tell the truth. Mrs. Gillett. 1
don't know what l am" the young
man answered, resting his elbows on
the table and. with his face between
his hands, looking across at her.
They were all three in the house
keepers sitting room. Mrs. Gillett
Fanny with a book of love poems in
her lap. Dagon had consciously
thrown out all his power of magnet
ism to win them both, and felt that he
had captured their somewhat reluc-
tant interest. Like Miss Haste (the
captain told me her story, I'm q
founding. SO there's another likeness
between US. One Of the first things
remember is wa wandering about a
street alone. crying because 1 was
hungry and deserted-a very small
kid or years old. 1t seems that ii
was a street in the Canadian town
of Halifax, and that / could speak
only Italian
AS he talked Dagon kept his big
eyes on Mrs. Gillett's face. She was
looking at him when he began. Then
after a quick dilation of her pupils
the lids dropped. She turned away,
so that he saw her face only in profile
It was bent over her work. But she
was not working. Dagon noticed that
her hands trembled.
II had a funny little red waistcoat
on, which 1 have kept to this day.
the detective added. And the queer
part about that is a dream l have
sometimes. l see myself with beauti
full woman In a garden which must be
Italian. And she is carrying a baby
in a red cloak. l often wonder if the
dream is a remembrance of something
real"
Mrs. Gillett dropped her thimble
which rolled across the floor. Mechan.
ically Dagon sprang to pick it up.
Fanny got to her feet also, and the
detective allowed the young woman to