Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-15


challenge. Most mems real mo-
tiveS are revealed only in their
closets"
And we shall see behind the worlds
Ehut doors!" said John.
'YeS-committee rooms, star cham
bers, council rooms, camps, throne
rooms, prisons, nurseries, asylums, cave
dwellings! We shall read the real
things now only recounted in unread
able hieroglyphics-and the things that
are never recounted in readable print.
can give you variety at matinee
David and Goliath, for instance, in the
Vale of Elah; or Burr and Hamilton
on the heights of Weehawken. Real
not pictures. Flesh and blood! Breath
ing-like you. Florence Nightingale
serving the wounded of Balaklava or
:Iollie Pitcher serving the guns of Mon
mouth. Alexander the ancient, win
ming his last battle in a conquered
world, or Alexander the modern, Win
ring his last game in base ball. Alive!
:weating! Oh, yes-we talked about
fenus de Milo as she originally held out
her lost arms, or-the face of the Man
In the Iron Mask?"
If one believed it, it was stunning.
Sut unbelief was stubborn-a defensive
EI1nor.
II don't want to know other peoples
eecrets!" exclaimed John. Il might
hate them"
"Or forgive them" said Mr.. Norman
Phyllis leaned her elbows carefully
m the table and clasped her hands
t1der her chin. They were trembling.
Lid no one else here realize the ire
l,endous import of what was being
aid? But she would not yield again to
AHvs rirIf nj prffN rNf
he thing. If these others could take
as merely interesting matter for
scuSsion, so could she.
II suppose we shall see the real
: t"oopatra, and the real Capt Kidd, and
real Lydia Pinkhan, and the real
Ivy JONES'" she suggested.
Oil" said Radley, looking up quick
=. Are you converted?"
AS much as any one here can be-"
I'd Phyllis. II can't imagine any,
25y's taking it calmly who didn't take
Stick to the eternal verities," he
But who's going to choose what part
a. my life you exhibit to my friends?"
E.',ed Aunt Relief suddenly.
Nobody, DEAR" said Radley. 'WeW
t''ct take bits of it at random. How'S
/. t Tuesday afternoon at oclock?"
"Eh?" exclaimed the lady. "Let me
= nix"
They shouted with laughter again.
But the laugh was shattered like
)pped bowl Of crystal. There was a
erp crash, and from the window be-
Id Radley Brainard came a tinkle
falling particles of glass. Mrs. Nor
IN screamed. The others sprang up.
t,ylliS saw on the wide pane, against
..ie darkness outside, something that
.aked like a splash of glittering stuff
: ing upon 1t from without. Its center
as dark spot-a holel
3rainard himself seemed the least
,,..turbed.
Looks like a bullet hole" he said,
nd stepped quietly out Of range Of the
+ ndow, then quickly to its side and
>yEered the shade. st think you'd all
liter get out of line" he went on. At
..css that was meant for me-but an
her might find somebody else"
There's your bullet-on the side of
s.e chimney" exclaimed John, pointing
'.lyllis looked and saw a clean, round
lie break in the plaster.
Servants came running in. Mr.. Nor
ian told Charles, his butler, to inves-
late and to summon an officer.
No." said Brainard quickly. "Just
.-ake commotion outside; our marks
Arrest him! Do you know who has
led to shoot you?" asked John.
I can make an excellent guess" re-
'I.ned Radley coolly, making a point
lighting cigarette to emphasize it.
think 1t was one Jeffry Homer, who
aaped from the police last night after
.sarning that I had caused his arrest
trough information I got out Of a.
i...uid event!"
They had all forgotten his warning
20 get out Of range from the window.
1'.ley seemed to have lost touch, as it
p'cre, with the usual reactions of the
mind. But they heard Charles outside
s'.esently, and one Of the chauffeurs
shouting and stamping in the porches.
We're safe enough now," said Brain
srd, taking out his watch. Mine four
tcen. Well make a record and see to-
borrow in the studio what happened
outside here just now, and whether my
guess is correct"
Mrs. Norman sank into her chair
-Sadley, can you carry joke so far?''
SIC gasped.
ITS not going to be a joke fol
criminals in general, is it, Mrs. Nor.
r}an?"
Why" exclaimed Carol, at will rio
TIE world Of crime!"
And raise the standard of public
erals" Brainard said sardonically
we been waiting for somebody to sug
st that You all think that shall