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cepted the bag, and then stoot waiting, but scanning with interes the gay scenes about her.
 Those nearest were at once ob servant of Miss Folsom. for no on' could be near her and not notice her.
 Already she was leaning over thu desk. adding admonitory gestures tt her spoken insistence on immediate service.
 But, Miss Folsom" Futile i'm plored, please realize I can't dt this thing in a minute. I will con fer with the police, over the tele phone, and If possible I will givt you your brothers rooms tonight But it will take a few minutes. a least. Will you be good enough tt step in reception room. until I car get the connection
 No, I'll stay here. Get about Il at once. Paxton, you sit there."
 She indicated a nearby divan, and the maid sat down.
 Pile the bags there. and cleal out" Miss Folsom further ordered the laden porters, and then made [ careless gesture which Paxton inter. preted as an order to fee them a. they went away.
 Looking about the gay scene ir the great reception hall, the womer in evening dress, the flowers and lights, Miss Folsom gave a sniff ot bored disdain and held out her hand to the maid.
 Evidently used to silent orders Paxton opened a bag. and drew forth a cigaret case, and as Miss Folsom took one and tapped 1t on the back of her hand the maid pro- vided a lighted match.
 Gained a little by the first whiffs of nicotine. Miss Folsom sat down 10 wait. She crossed her legs grace fully, exposing only the conventional amount of her pale colored silk stockings, and smoked thoughtfully, with an entire absence of self-con- sciousness or embarrassment.
 It was not long before Futile re. appeared and told her that Detec. tive Jepson of the police force would arrive in a few moments, and he thought there was not reason why she should not take possession of her brothers rooms that night.
 Every we'll" snapped the lady There are two rooms?"
 "Yes, madam. A bedroom and sit- ting room."
 Then arrange to have a bed put in the sitting room for my maid. Or can you give me another adjoining room?"
 "I'll find out." said Futile, hastily disappearing. for he dreaded further talk with the explosive parsonage who had invaded his quiet domain.
 And then Miss Folsom remem- bered her brothers man. He would be of help. surely.
 Where's Ross?" she demanded. rising suddenly and bouncing on a clerk at the desk.
 "Ma'am?" he responded. startled by her peremptory manner.
 "Ross-the valet of Mir. Garrett Folsom. Where is he? Get him at once."
 "Yes-yes, ma'am. 1ll-Ill see about it."
 Don't see about it! Get him. Now-immediatcly!"
 But assistance came from an quarter.
 Hubby, passing, heard the de- mand, and his quick mind leaped to the conclusion that here was the sister of the dead man, and there- fore a possible chance for services on his part that might bring well come emolument. The Folsoms were rich, and the lady was evidently anxious.
 You Miss Folsom" he inquired with his seraphic smile. I'll find Ross for you"
 "Oh, Heavens, boy! Can you? Do then. Get him and bring him here."
 But Hubby was gone even be- fore she finished speaking.
 And he returned in very short time with the man In question.
 "Oh, Ross" and in her stress of emotion. Miss Folsom grasped his hand. Isn't it awful. What shall we do?"
 Awful. yes, ma'am," Ross agreed, keeping his boise and pro- per attitude, even though Miss Anastasia seemed on the verge of mysteries.
 And. indeed, the poor woman lost her nerve at sight of the fa- miliar figure of her brothers valet. Hitherto, the strange sights and sounds had so diverted her mind