Evening star., 1927-10-25

quantity that remained and it was a
triple DOSE How soon it would take
| effect she could not know, but she
dared use no more. He had said that
a teaspoonful
When Sayre re-entered wheeling the
tea.wagon she was leaning back in
her chair idly turning the pages of a
book that had stood on the small
stand beside her. and she thanked him
in an absent tone as though her
| thoughts were engrossed. but her
heart was beating fast and there was
a sound as of distant roaring in her
! ears.
You should not have waited for
| me-" Philip Marriott stood in the
| doorway. There was a bright spot of
color in each pale cheek and his eyes
shone, although his manner was care.
fully composed. Sorry to have left
so abruptly"
Il understood. of course. l haven't
had any experience with America n
| telephones, but if the service here is
as poor as it is abroad - Janet
was scarcely aware of what she was
saying as she busted herself with the
tea things to hide the trembling of
her hands. 'Will you have some
| tea?''
Thanks, no." He was lifting the
glass! She felt an almost irresistible
impulse to stop him, to cry out a
warning, but she resisted it desper.
| ately. His suppressed elation, the
subtle but unmistakable change in his
manner, told her that what he had
learned must be important. vital. II
should infinitely prefer tea. but doc.
tors orders, you know"
He drained the glass and as he set
1t down he spied the vial of medicine
ana thrust 1t quickly back into his
pocket. but Janet's head was bent as
she poured her tea.
lie seated himself and produced a
cigarette case.
DO you mind?"
Il like it, He wondered at the
brilliancy of her smile and proffered
the case to her, but she shook her
head. "Oh. not for myself, | don't
mean. / believe smoking in the con,
vent would have meant solitary con.
hnement on bread and water for
life! l don't care to see girls smoke
somehow, do you?"
Marriott laughed, but she saw with
a quick leap of her heart that he was
suppressing an involuntary yawn.
What an utterly incomprehensible
paradox you are, A mid.Victorian n.
| feminine Machiavelli."
What a name to call your guestr'
She laughed. too, as she caught the
bantering note in his tone. You're
sort of paradox, too. you know, but
then, there have been gentlemanly
highwaymen in history"
l. He was not smoking, the cigarette
was hanging listlessly between his
fingers. Could it be that the medicine
was taking effect so soon?
THE nice ones usually came to a
1 sad end, didn't they?" he murmured.
Their chiyalry led to their undoing,
as l remember, and an act Of gal
lantry to the hangman's rope. l
say. you're blushing.''
THE tea Is too hot, I scalded my
lips, like greedy childw The cup
ratified against the saucer as she set
| it down. You don't believe that
chivalry pays, then?"
That depends on ones profession.
Confound 1t, must have put an extra
drop Of that stuff in my milk, l &C.
| tually feel 'dopey,' as Americans say!'
He Strengthened in his chair with an
effort and passed his hand across his
eyes. Il never stopped to think
whether chivairy paid or not; it's just
| the accepted thing, you know, the
sort of thing one does. You will
scarcely believe that of me. though,
after kidnapping you in plane and
then decoying you here"' Il
You have played the game accords