Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-02-24

palms to control herself and she sue
ceeded wonderfully.
do you know this grip" asked Shan
non
Dora shook her head.
mo. I've never seen her before"
she said innocently. DO you know
her, MARTINI"
The haggard-faced Martin was equal
~ emphatic.
said.
ST think Sc is your sister,"
Dora smiled.
How absurd" she said. 1--WE only
one sister, and she is in Australia"
do you know that both your mother
and your sister lived at Fontwell?"
MY mother never lived at Fontwell
in her life," said Dora calmly, and, in
spite of her self-posSesSion, Audrey
started There were some people who
lived at Fontwell who were"-she
neutrality-suspicious. of mine. helped
the woman once or twice. If this is her
daughter, she is a perfect stranger to
me-"
All the time she spoke her eyes were
fixed on Audrey, and the girl thought
she read in them a mute appeal. In
a fash she realized that what Dora had
said might very well be true. She had
married in her stage EaKne, and 1t was
quite possible that none of the neigh
bors identified her with Mrs Bedford's
daughter, for she had not visited the
place, and Audrey's mother was one VI
the reticent kind that made no con-
fidences.
what Mrs. Elton says is quite true,
she said quietly II do not know her,
nor does she know me"
Dick Shannon opened the door, and
the girl went out again to the waiting
matron. When she had gone he faced
the Eltons.
1T don't know how long she'll keep
this up" he said. But If she sticks 10
the story from first to last, Elton, she'll
go to jail" He spoke deliberately. And
I'm going to tell you something. II that
child is sent to prison, If you allow her
to sacrifice herself, I will never rest
night or day until I have brought you
both to the penal settlement"
"You seem to forget to whom you're
speaking" said Dora, bright light in
her eyes.
IT know I'm speaking to two utterly
INSCRIPTIONS, utterly depraved, utterly
soulless people" said Dick. Get OUT.
Lacy Marshall. sat in his breakfast
room. A newspaper was propped up be-
fore him; his face was puckered IN
frown, He looked again at the picture
taken by an enterprlsing press photog-
rapfler. It was the portrait OF girl
alighting from a taxicab, in the back
ground a blur of curious spectators. A
policeman was on one side of her, a
broad-shouldered wardress on the other.
1t was one of those pictures fairly ia
niliar to the newspaper reader. fleet
ing snap of a criminal on her way 70
trial
There was no need to compare the
newspaper with the photograph in his
pocket. The name of the prisoner would
have told him, even If there had been
no photograph. longer came in, slip
ping through between door and post.
you didn't ring, did you, Lacy?" he
asked.
Il rang 10 minutes ago. And I'm
telling you for the last time to forget
that Lacy CT yours There is limit
to my patience, my friend"
The little man rubbed his hands glee-
fully.
Heard from my girl today" he said
"She's doing we'll in America. Clever
kid that. Lacy"
rs she?" Lacy Marshall returned 70
a survey of his newspaper.
she's got money-always writes
from the best hotels. Never thought
things would turn out that way"
Lacy folded his paper and dropped
it on the floor.
Mrs. Martin Elton will be here in
five minutes She will come through
the back door Be waiting for her and
bring her through the conservatory g
the library. When ! ring for you show
her out the same way"
longer grinned.
what a lad for the gir!s!" he said
admiringly.
Lacy jer&ed his head toward the
door.
In less than five minutes Dora Elton
pushed open the heavy wicket gate and
crossing the courtyard, mounted the
iron stairs to the conservatory "a
glass annex thrown out at the back Of
the house above the kitchen and soul
lery of the establishment She was
dressed in black and heavily yelled
longer detected signs Of nervousness a;
he opened the conservatory door to her
Have you come to BREAKFAST" he
asked amiably.
She was too used to his familiaritie;
to resent his manner.
Where is Mr.. MarShalt?"
I'm the library--readin' Christie:
Old Organ" suggested longer humor-
ously.
Lacy was reading nothing more in
formative than the fire when she wa!
shown in.
At had an awful trouble getting here.