Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-03-23
CHAPTER XVIII,

Anthony Luttrells distaste for his
errand had certainly not Iessened
during the long drive from town. He
stood now on his own doorstep facing
strange butler and heard formal
Not at home" In response to his
inquiry for Lady Heritage.
And Miss Molloy?" he asked.
Not at home" repeated Blotson.
II this was a reprieve 1t was an
unwelcome one. Anthony would very
much have preferred to get the thing
over.
II will wait" he said briefly, and
walked past Blotson into the hall.
Il am Mr.. Luttrell." he explained
and BLOSSOMS resentment diminished
very slightly. After a moments hest
tation he threw open the study door
and ushered Anthony into the room.
If Lady Heritage is in the house
she will see me-" said Anthony. IF
she is out l should like to see Miss
Molloy, or, failing her, Mr.. Ember"
He walked to the window and stood
there looking out until Biotson re-
turned.
Lady Heritage is out, sir, and Miss
Molloy is out. Mr. Ember was in Just
now, but he must have stepped out
again.
4 will wait" said Anthony for the
When Blotson had gone he stood
quite still, following out a somewhat
uneasy train of thought AS the
minutes passed. uneasines merged
into anxiety.
Jane ran the whole way to the walled
garden. Once inside it's door she made
herself walk in order to get her breath
When she came into the potting-sh
she know just what she was going to
do, and set about doing it in quiet,
buslnesslihe way. From stack of pots
she took about half a dozen, broke all
but two of them, and gathered the
sherds into the lap of her dress She
put the two unbroken pots on the ton
OF the sherds. Then she took a sharp
pruning knife from the shelf, opened
the trapdoor and went down the steps
AS soon as she came into the main
corridor she began to put down the
broken shreds, taking care to make
no noise. She laid trail of them
up to the laboratory turning and then
all along the turning itself, disposing
them in the middle of the fafrway
in such a manner as to insure that
they should not fail to be seen by
any one flashing a light along the
passage. She put the last. two or
three sherds in a little pile about a
yard short of the arch leading to
the slantlng passage with the well
in it. As she bent down there she
heard Belcovitch maintaining an i'm
passioued Slavonic monologue within
the laboratory.
She stood in the archway, threw
her two unbroken pots against the
opposite wall with all her might and
then ran back down the well passage
until it turned
Everything happened Just as she
knew it would happen.
Belcovitch stopped talking and
swore, 1t was polysyllabic curse.
very effective. Then the steel gate
wasS flung open, and in three Ian
guages Mr.. Belcovitch demanded of
the silence an account of what was
happening. His voice ran away into
a hollow echo and died miserably
Jane heard him stamp back into
the chamber cursing, and return.
This time he flashed light before
him. Flattened against the wall,
Jane saw its glow reflected from the
side of the passage In which she
was. Belcovitch had seen the sherds
and was exclaiming and muttering
She heard him pass the arch.
Jane stole to the mouth of the
slanting passage. Belcovitch was
two yards away on her left, flashing
his light down the tunnel, seeing
more broken pots, and more and more,
and swearing all the time, not loudly,
but with considerable earnestness.
Jane slipped like a shadow across
behind him and round the corner
The steel gate was wide open. She
ran through 1t and into the lighted
laboratory.
Henry lay on the stone floor in
front of her. bound hand and foot.
He had rolled over on to his side
and was staring at the gate. Ray
mond had risen to her feet and was
taking half step toward Henry as
Jane came running in.
Shut the gate" said Henry in a
sharp whisper.
There's another way out, and /
don't think they know it. Quick,
Jane, quick!'
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