Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-05
THIRD INSTALLMENT,

TN the revulsion that followed I felt
sick, physically sick, as thought, un-
leaShed, sprang to an apparent, yet
i monstrouS, conclusion. The air of
the room seemed foul and poisoned.
MY own dtsmay was reflected on the
features of Ballion and Of Eleanor, who
now joined us. Only the face Of Morse
retained its calm, though saw his lips
eiehten.
. so" he remarked, land can any one
tell me If he has ever seen q glove like
this In the possession of Mr.. Ballion?"
Neither Carl nor Eleanor answered
"You don't have to speak," continued
che other, though obviously your silence
means yes. You will have to testify
later, at all events"
It was Eleanor's voice that broke the
pause "Of course, there's no use put
ting 1t of. He wears that kind. The
glove is Francis Balloons, think"
Then family: I'm going to my room.
Would some one mind helping me? I
believe"
Then I realized fully how great her
strength had been.
One of the servants, whom I knew
later as Anne Roderick, took charge OF
Eleanor at the door of her room.
She'll be right enough in moment"
whispered Anne. "She never gives up"
There came ringing of the telephone
outside. Morse answered 1t, and l
could hear him say: Hes there, Ell?
You've informed him? Very well"
The shadow deepened on Carl Bal
lions face. Somewhere q clock struck 3.
Francis Balloon: What kind OF man
he was, where he had been during that
last night of October-this had become
the supreme issue. To Morse and my
self except for his portrait downstairs,
he was still merely name. There was
nothing, it seemed to me, we could do
but wait for his arrival.
On this score, however, Morse held
Q different opinion.
"I don't know when he'll be here, st
observed the detective, but hope later,
because that will give us time"
"For what?" asked.
"For two things-first. to look 1T his
collection; and secondly, to talk about
him with Carl, II he Is willing, and Miss
Graham, II she's able, and Senior
Hasta."
felt cynical
Its an early hour to admire an
tiques."
can't advance the sun for you. But I
am wrong, doctor, in assuming that you,
for instance, when examining patient,
do not content yourself with ther-
mometer and stethoscope. but are eau
tious as to what he thinks, wtOt his
habits are, and the like? The same
applies to my own less eminent pro-
fession."
"oh. see," I answered. "you think
He cut me short. I'm not thinking;
I'm absorbing. And I beg Of you and
everybody else to do the same. Think
ing will come in time. Absorb" He
added incisiyely: "Above all, feel! And
now let's get down. get Hasta to bring
us some coffee, and Wen look at Mr..
Balloons museum"
We drank our coffee in the dining
room, where only last evening Celia had
welcomed me with her wistful, old
fashioned courtesy. Now, invaded by
the gray morning light, it seemed, If
possible, emptier and more forbidding.
Her words relative to Greyhouse re-
Cured echo-like: Built in evil days"
Unconscious prophecy, keen-eyed delu-
sion! I felt once more pass through
me the whisper Of her fear.
AS 1t happened, Morse was elaborat-
ing theory that harmonized with my
own reflections.
What I mean," he was saying. sis
the necessity of catching the under
tones and overtoneS of a mans per-
sonality, in order to understand him.
Naturally, on the bald surface OF facts,
your brother Is implicated. A jury
should be guided only by fact. l." he
went on, slipping reflectively, can and
should allow myself the luxury OF i'm
pressions, so as to reach new and more