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 Not what it would be If we wer in Chicago. But daresay it'll be al the services my poor uncle will hav' read over him. For my aunt plans t' stay here on the job. What do yo, think about 1t, Ross? Any idea wh, did for my uncle?" No. Mir. Pelton, I've no idea. MT Folsom did have some-well. wha 1 suppose might be called enemies sir. but they were not down here. mean men in Chicago. businessmen and such"
 "Yes, that's just the way I loo} at 1t. Yet he was killed down here But pshaw. any or all of those Chi cago businessmen might have beer down here and no one suspect theil presince in the crowds on the beact and in the ocean," Dan Pelton joined his aunt fol lie dining room, quite indifferent tt the curious eyes that watched them and the busy tongues that wagged in gossip about them. They had reached the stage ol coffee and cigarets when Roger Neville came into the room. ac. companied by Mrs. Valdon.
 The pair at once came over tc the table where Miss Folsom sat and renewed their acquaintance with Pelton.
 Dan was glad to talk to Neville and proposed that they all go up or the veranda, or deck, for a chat.
 The others, who had lunched al- ready. assented. and they went. join ed later by Mrs. Barnaby, who had not before met Pelton.
 She annexed him at once, as she did any available man, and ex- claimed, admiringly:
 T declare. the more I see Of the Folsom family the better I like them! Poor dear Mir. Folsom was such darling. and Miss Folsom is truly magnificent. And now. you. MT. Pelton! You're the son of an- other sister,"
 "Yes. my parents died years ago, and my aunt and uncle have looked after me-"
 Fortunate boy! Except, of course. this terrible tragedy. But we won't talk of 1t, shall we? For al iNv from the nerve strain and sorrow of the occasion"
 That's just 1t, Mrs. Barnaby."
 "Oh. call me Duchess. they all do"
 Glad to. Suits you. too. How well Mrs. Naldon is looking"
 "Carmelita. Yes, she's in great form this summer. You're stay ing?'
 As long as you will be kind 10 me"
 Why, you little rascal! I do be- lieve you're a flirt.'
 Pelton was a flirt: so much so, that he said frivolous things with out thinking. and always without meaning. It as second nature to him 10 compliment omen. and young or old. he used the same jargon.
 But he suddenly became aware that sort of council was about to convene. Anastasia. intent on her one pursuit, had found Tite Riggs in his usual corner of the deck, and she bounced upon him. dragging the rest of her flock with her.
 Now, we must talk" she de- creed. We are secluded here. and l have gathered the ones I want about me. Who is this young man, may l ask?"
 Anastasia had way with her that often robbed of rudeness re- marks that would have been in- sufferable in another. She looked bengnly. as she spoke. on Robin Sears, who had only a moment be- fore paused to speak to Riggs, whom he knew.
 "Tlhs is Mir. Sears" she was told, and as Robin was about to pass on, Miss Folsom laid detaining hand on his shoulder.
 Please stay" she said. little peremptorily. You are the son of the Mir. Sears who bought dag gers at the auction last Thursday night?"
 "Yes, Miss Folsom; does that in- terest you?" Robin responded.
 One of Anastasia Folsom's char acteristics. and perhaps one of her besettng sins. was a quickness to take oftense.
 She did so in this instance, and retorted, sharply:
 Every much. Wul you be good enough to grant me short inter- view?''
 "Of course he will" Tite Riggs