Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-03-14

turned on his torch, and walked
ahead of Jane in silence.
CHAPTER XXI.
Never in all her life had Jane seen
anything so beautiful as the clear rain
washed sky. the grey rain-stilled sea.
The little thud of the stone closing
between her and Mr.. Molioy was one
of the most delightful sounds that she
had ever heard. She felt as if she had
never really appreciated the daylight
before. There were nice woolly clouds
on the horizon. The damp air was
fresh, not like the air in those abom-
Unable passages. There was gorse
brush with about two and a half yellow
flowers on it. rather sodden with the
rain. Jane regarded them with intense
affection.
She walked down the gravel path,
drawing long breaths and ready to sing
with pure relief-'Ease after toll, port
after stormy seas" She frowned, re-
Numbering the next line. After all,
they were not out of the wood yet. An
unpleasant proverb succeeded Sponsors
line-"He laughs longest who laughs
last"
Rubbish" said Jane out loud, and
she began to run.
She came in with such a glowing
color that Mr.. Ember. who met her in
the hail, was moved to remark upon it.
You seem to have enjoyed your
walk. Where have you BEEN
Round by the headland," said Jane.
The roll of typed paper pricked her
knee beneath her stocking top. In her
arms she carried a sheaf of yellow
tulips. She made haste to her room
and set. the flowers in jar on the
broad window ledge where they could
be plainly seen from the terrace. With
all her heart she prayed that George
Patterson, who was Anthony Luttrell,
would see them. She did not know
that George Patterson had ceased to
exist, and that Anthony Luttrell, hav
ing taken the law into his own i'm
patient hands, was on his way to
London.
There had been an encounter with
Raymond in the laboratory-her hand
for a moment on his arm. his muscles
rigid under her touch; not word
spoken on either side, not a word
needed. The scene carried Anthony to
his breaking point. At the next roll
call George Patterson was missing.
Meanwhile Raymond was behind
locked door, and Jane set yellow tulips
on her window-sill.
Having made her signal, Jane turned
her mind to the lists. She was afraid
to keep them on her, and she was afraid
to hide them anywhere else. If Molloy
missed them, and had any means of
communicating with Ember, she would
be searched, and her room would be
searched. Whatever happened to her,
they must not recover the lists until
she had copied them.
She remembered the trap-door in the
cupboard, but it was just possible that
Ember knew about It, not likely but
possible. After five minutes profound
thought, she went to a drawer into
which she had emptied a quantity of
odds and ends.
Renata, 1t appeared, had a mild taste
for drawing. There were pencils, india
rubber, a roll of cartridge paper and
some drawing pins. Jane> took out the
cartridge paper and the drawing pins
She extracted the lists from her stock
ing top and smoothed them out fiat
Then she opened the cupboard door,
mounted on a chair drawn as close to
the cupboard as possible, and pinned the
lists on to the cupboard ceiling with a
sheet OF cartridge paper covering them
They just fitted in between two rows of
hooks Jane got down with a sigh of
relief and unlocked her bedroom door.
The evening passed like a dream.
Lady Heritage did not appear at all
land Jane found a strange unreality in
the situation which kept her talking to
Mr.. Ember in set schoolgirl phrases
whilst he condescended to her with
more than hint of sarcasm. She was
glad when she could take a book and
read.
1t was II O'Clock before she dared
begin her nights work, but she came
up to her room with her plan all ready
First she took off her dress and put on
dressing gown, just in case any one
should come to the door. Then, having
turned the key and switched off the
light she took a candle into the cup
board, set 1T on a shoe box, and took
down the lists. She put cushion on
| the floor, fetched Renata's fountain pen
and some sheets of foolscap which she
had taken from the library, and began
her work of copying. With the cup
board door shut there was no chance
that any one would see her candle
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