New Britain herald., 1927-05-06

| that her personal loss was more or les submerged. but Ross we'll known face and voice brought back the realities of her life and she al- most collapsed.
 Now. now, Miss stasia," Ross said. in a low tone. you must brace up you know. And don't stay here, ma'am. There's 50 many people about, and they're all 50 curious. Won't you"
 What do I care?" she cried, angrily. Did l ever notice people, Ross?"
 But they notice you. ma'am, and it's not so good. make no doubt you can go into one of the offices of the management"
 "Of course I can! I can so where I like!But prefer to stay her. I thought I'd see Mir. Neville before this-oh, there he Is, now!" And even as she spoke, Roger Neville approached, holding out his hand in greeting. l Chapter XI
 Miss Folsom" Neville cried. "Why are you here? Haven't you got room yet? Come. you can go to Mrs. Valdon's apartments. You mustn't stay here"
 "Why not? Why does everybody want me to hide? I am here to in- vestigate my brothers death. And remember, Roger Neville. I know as yet none of the details. l had only the telegram that Garrett was dead. Then I come here and I find his rooms are in the charge of the po- lice! I sent for Ross. but before couldask him about 1t all you came. had no wish to ask the hotel peo- pie, so perhaps you will tell me the facts"
 "Of course, dear Miss Folsom, but not here. beg of you! See," he spoke low, 'see, many are already clustering around us. They pretend to be talking among themsevles. but you can see they are greedily listen- ing"
 Anastasia Folsom raised her head high and gave the curious onlookers stare.
 You are right, Roger" she said. T was a fool to stay here as long as I have. Let Paxton and Ross bring my things and take me any, where, anywhere that we can talk"
 Relieved at her docility, Neville led her quickly through the throngs to the elevator and took her to the suite occupied by Mrs. Valdon and Mrs. Barnaby.
 The arrival was not unexpected, for Neville had gone in search of Anastasia with orders to bring her back with him.
 You poor dear thing" cried Carmelita as she opened the door. Come right in and let me take care of you"
 I'm not the kind to be taken care of." was the response. but the tone was independent rather than ungrateful. Who is this?"
 It was . strange thing, but the speeches of Anastasia Folsom, though often rude of words, were accompanied by smile of good nature that seemed to take away their sting. Her glance at the Duchess was one Of admiration, though her question was brusque.
 This Is my dear friend, Mrs. Barnaby," Carmelita introduced. Usually called the Duchess. be- cause of her."
 "Her noble air and bearing" in- terrupted Miss Folsom, holding out her hand. T like you, Duchess, you're all right"
 "Goody!" and Helen Barnaby smiled one of her wide, vapid smiles. Its so nice to be liked"
 Well, that's that" and Miss Fol- som turned from the Duchess as if entirely through with her. Now. Carmelita Valdon, tell me all there is to tell about Garrett's death. Roger, you can speak when I speak to you, but want Carmy to tell the story"
 She pulled off her hat and flung it across the room. where Paxton picked it up and poked it back into shape.
 And you stay, too. Ross" Miss Folsom went on. as she held out her hand to Paxton and received a cigaret. Stay, at any rate, until hear the main facts"
 "Yes, ma'am." Ross said, and stood at attention.
 Then Mrs. Valdon gave a straight forward and concise account of the death of Garrett Folsom. She told all there was to tell of his bath in the ocean with them, of his sudden sinking beneath the waves. of his being carried to shore by two of the life guards, accompanied or assisted by several men who chanced to be near.
 She told how they had all as- sumed that death was due to nat ural causes, until informed by Doc tor Manning that it was not, but was the result of murderous attack.
 NHO uIu IL |! CTlcu MISS IAna9- tasia at this point.
 But her question received no answer.
 "Who did it?" she repeated. "Roger. who murdered my broth er?"
 A quick glance passed from one to another of her hearers, saying as plainly as words could do that she was hysterical and must be calmed,
 Neville rose and sat beside her, taking her hand and gently soothing her.
 That we don't know. my dear. That We have yet to find out-'
 We certainly have! Garrett was my brother! The only human being on the face on the earth I cared for. I shall devote my life to finding the the flend who killed him and avene- ing his death. Ross, who killed