The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1926-02-04
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His fingers played with locket
which Kitty had opened. One side
held a small circular photograph OF
her mother; in the other side was the
girl herself as child. -
He felt both sides of the locket
and the side with the child's picture
seemed the slightest bit thicker. The
thought which leaped up seemed al
any rate worth trying. get some hot
water and CLOTH" he babe Kitty.
How he wished not to destroy the
picture of her; yet to try his idea he
had to. So he sponged and soaked,
losing forever the likeness OF the
child's face but revealing another pic
ture below it. Carefully, tremblingly
he softened the old, dried paste and
drew away the ruined picture disclos-
ing a mans likeness.
Bertram Darand whistled. Gould
It be possible that that man had been
the one cut from the picture?
Bertram gazed at Kitty, who was
looking for the first time at the like
ness Of the man she had wondered
about all her life; she looked up at
Bertram and gasped: ''You know
him?'' H@
81 think" Bertram could barely
speak, 81 think 1 do. Anyway, I'll go
out and make sure. But you must
stay here. Promise - promise me
you'll stay here and walt for me-"
When he set off alone, Bertram was
thrilled with tremendous excite
ment and bold with his purpose. "Car-
fax" he repeated to himself, Henry
Carfax is the man. There's no mis-
taking the face in that picture"
Ahead, as Bertram's taxi entered a
canyon between the tall skyscrapers
of the city, loomed the white tower
of the Carfax building, where Carfax
had his offices from which he directed
the destinies of half a dozen corpor-
ations.
The office I'm which he found himself
now was spacious and softly carpeted.
1t was empty save for a tall, well-set-
up man dressed in gray, standing at
the window. His back was toward
Bertram-and the back Of a we'll
shaped blond head-with hair the
color Of Kitty Hewftt's, barely touched
with gray at the temples. He was
lighting a cigar with an intensity OF
preoccupation which did not deceive
Doctor Darand; nor was he deceived
by the attempt at casual greeting.
swell, Darand. what can i do for
your"
To-day" began Bertram quietly,
you provided cash bail, to the sum
of thirty thousand dollars, to gain the
release of a certain girl from jail"
He leaned forward, speaking more
boldly than he had ever spoken in his
life. "That girls resemblance to you,
now that the matter of the bail has
called attention to it, is very striking.
More than striking-I think you know
what mean Well, she is out Of jail
that girl we're both thinking Of
and she's safe at an address in town
which know.
TT occurred to me that you might
prefer to go to her-rather than have
me bring her here or to your apart
ment, where Mrs.-Carfax and your
other daughter live"
"You mean"
81 mean that there are some affairs
to be settled. Am right?"
"Where is she?' he demanded in a
husky voice, and passed shaky hand
over his hair.
"TIl show YOU" said Bertram. III
you'll come with me-"
"You and l." muttered Carfax. mo
body else. Can you arrange that?"
1t seemed his only condition for sur
render.
Bertram nodded. 'sThat's exactly
what l want"
Carfax's big gray limousine was be
low, and In it they drove to Addison
street. Kitty was at the door of the
prim little old-fashioned house as Doc
tor Darand, with Carfax at his side,
came up the walk.
"Come in" she invited Bertram.
Carfax halted, confused as to which
should pass first through the narrow
door; but with gesture Bertram bade
him enter, and then followed.
kitty" began Bertram, feeling that
this was the most difficult situation he
had ever been in, kitty, this Is the
man who put up bail for you today"
"Yes?" murmured Kitty, her eyes
never leaving Carfax's gray face.
"What Is his name?"
Bertram waited for Carfax to an
swer for himself; but he seemed in
capable of speech, and his head
dropped. So Bertram spoke: ''This Is
Henry Carfax, Kitty. You may have
heard of him."
With an apparent effort her lips
parted, but still her eyes never wav-
cred. ooh. yes" she said, 'T-Tve
heard of him. But why did he put
UP bail for me, Bertram?" Now, at
last, her quiet manner broke. "You-
you-why did you put up that money
for me?"
And with a choking cry Carfax
stammered: Because you are my