Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-04-04

the possession of their unlawful owner
did not make the situation any less
serious. @ @
Audrey woke the next morning. lit
tie bewildered to discover herself in an
apartment Is richly appointed is her
new lodgings were plain. There was
tap at the sitting room door; she
unlocked 1t and scurried back to bed
as trim maid came in, wheeling q
| little wicker trolley on which her
breakfast was laid. BY the side Of the
plate was a letter, and glancing at it
she uttered an exclamation Of surprise.
It was from Dora, and was addressed
to her, not only at the Ritz-Carlton,
but gave the number Of her suite.
Audrey smiled. Good news travels al
most as quickly as bad, she thought,
and opened the heavily underlined let
ter, wondering what had led her sis
ter to take this unusual course. The
first few lines filled her with amaze
ment:
my Dearest Child: I wonder If you
are ever going to forgive me for all the
horrid things I've done and said to you
and for my terrible and wicked conduct
a year ago? The remembrance that
| you went to prison i1nocently for an
| offense which was really Martins
haunts me. And when recall my
dreadful attack upon you, can hardly
believe that was sane. i want you to
let bygones be bygones and to come and
see me. I've lot to tell you---one act
of mine can at least undo. win you
be forgiving angel and telephone me?
! 10xyi HnnDnTTIV
"Dorothy?" repeated Audrey frown-
ing.
which the letter aroused, on the whole
she was glad. The maid had hardly
gone before she was at the telephone.
Dora's voice answered her.
"Of course I'll come and see YOU
this afternoon II can. And you're not
to worry about the-the Holloway incl
dent. can't speak more plainly on
the telephone, but you understand"
Eyes, dear" said the low voice Of
Dora
'You haven't asked me what I'm
doing here"
"oh, I know all about that" said
Dora's dispirited voice. you're work.
ing for Stormer's, aren't you?"
Audrey gave a gasp of surprise.
| HOW QlQ you Know!
Somebody told me, but that doesn't
matter. You will come, and you do
| forgive me?"
Audrey went to her bath feeling q
hghtness of heart that she had. not ex-
perienced for many day. Deep down
she was fond of her sister, and her
enmity had been real trouble to her.
It seemed as If one of the major unhap-
| pinesses of life was dissipated. She did
not, however, forget her curious mis-
sion. While she was dressing she took
advantage Of the maids presence to ask
about the mysterious Mr.. Torrington.
''They say he's millionaire" said
the maid. In that despairing tone in
which people who are not millionaires
speak of those who are, but don't
see what pleasure he gets out Of his
money. He never goes anywhere, never
does anything, sits in his room all. day,
reading and smoking: goes sneaking
out at night-not to theaters, as any
other decent gentleman would do. but
| just loafing around the streets. That's
not what call enjoyment. Now, II /
had all that money I'd see life! I'd 60
to the Palais du Danse every night. and
to all the good pictures YOU could see
in the afternoons"
Perhaps he doesn't dance. said
| Audrey.
HE could learn" said the girl. "A
man with that money could learn any
thingl"
as he In his room now?"
The girl nodded.
HE was five minutes ago when. I
took him In his breakfast I viii say
this for him, that he's very polite and
his habits are regular. Do you know
that he's up at $50 every morning? It
is fact miss. The night porter has
to take him In coffee and rolls at that
hour! He says he has been in the habit
for years of getting up at $50 and he
can't break himself"
"Has he a secretary?"
The maid shook her head.
mo, he hasn't got secretary, not
even q parrot" she said vaguely.
In the course of the morning Audrey
got into touch with Stormers and made
| her brief report. It could have been