Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-06-01

All of which was highly disconcerting And
an even more disconcerting event occurred at
about 10 o'clock DR.. Balm paid second
visit.
"I happened to be in the neighborhoOd,"
said he, playing the casual, $50 I thought I
might as well look in"
Anthony, hardly man to be deceived by any
clumsy imitation of casualneSS, reflected:
This looks fishy. Doctor twice in one day!
Am ill? The fellows fool. Or is he cadging
visits at q guinea go?"
Just as the fool or cadger was finishing, Luce
appeared in the doorway.
Before you go, doctor, I'd like word
Luce left The doctor left
After a quarter of an hour or so Luce re-
appeared.
Nurse" she said, "can you spare a minute!"
And to Anthony, "Rosie's not WE'LL
Luce left The nurse left, and as she passed
out she switched off the electric light.
About an hour and half elapsed before the
burglar sneaked into the room.
pUT In the meantime much had happened
in Anthonys SOUL He had begun to feel
lonely. neglected, and once more the influence
of the soul on the body became evident. For,
feeling lonely and neglected, he felt i'll again.
He was hot. The red glow of the electric radi-
ator seeemd like some dim glare from Hades.
It produced in him a very uncomfortable SEN
sation, and he slipped out of bed and exttn-
guished the radiator. Which unconsidered ac-
ton left him In complete, darkness far from
the bed.
He reached the bed, by roundabout route
of cropping, hurt his toe against the table,
Jared the table and heard something drop from
it on to the floor. BY the sound of its fall he
knew that the misplaced object must be the
box of cough l0zenges which, among other
things, the doctor had prescribed for him. Yes.
he had had a very slight cough.
w0rgQ--foR
no reason except that that box was lost on the
floor. But, from mere contrarineSs, he would
not search for the box. He insinuated himself
into the bed, pulled the clothes round his
neck and coughed loudly in the hope that
he would be heard over the whole fiat. He
was not heard He determined to be martyr.
His body ached as though 1t had been whipped.
He was conscious Of a pain behind his eyes.
His lips were dry.
Then the soles of his feet discovered that
the hot-water bag was practically a cold-water
bag. Monstrous! His grievance as a dying
man forSaken waxed colossal. Strange If he
was too hot that he should manufacture a
grievance out Of the GOODNESS of the hot-water
bag! Surely illogical? Not at ALI The women
responsible for the temperature of the bag did
not know that he was too hot. For anything
they knew he might be shivering with cold. He
was indeed being criminally neglected. {.
He looked at the little radium timepiece on
the table The &ilver-green signs the dial
utterly abandoned for some 90 minutesI In
famous He might have died.
And why had he been abandoned? Simply
because the infant was i'll, or deemed to be i'll.
The infant, then, was everything. and he was
nothing!
His resentment was righteous and acute and
he held it at a white heat.
Now Mr.. Michael Fassbrooke who was about
TO be in the same room as this resentment,
had none Of the characteristics Of the ordinary
hRaraH kINo AaUSaa a. .x1@1
peoples property by stealth and without pay
ing for it. He worked" alone, eschewing all
gangs OF cliques. He had once been drawn,
much against his viii, into q backmail con-
sptracy. The conspiracy having been exposed,
Mr.. Fassbrooke had come to London and, by
the dodge OF forged credentials and answering
letters Of inquiry addressed to himself under
false name, had obtained o clerical post in
the West End Travel Agency.
small but growing agency small but
growing salary. However, the smallness of the
salary did not trouble him; what he wanted
was the post. The post enabled him to know
when people of means were shutting up their
homes Only q week earlier Mrs Luce Reels,
across counter Of the agencny, while receiv-
ing from him various tickets and vouchers,
had herself told him all relevant details of the
Reels family movements
He had asked her If she had an "All-in" in
surance policy on the Reels fiat No, she had
not. In her opinion to insure the contents
especially jewelry-of a nat the eighth
floor of a vast block was to throw money away.
True, she possessed a ruby necklace, far too
valuable to expose to the risks of trains-de-
luxe. But Mrs. Reels as she quietly and con-
fdently explained to the urbane and con-
fdential Mr.. Fassbrooke, had discovered the
ideal method Of keeping jewelry from harm.
Saying no word to anybody, not even to her
husband, she had just deposited it, as it was
without cases, on the top Of a wardrobe, where
no burglar would ever dream of looking Mr..
FassbFooke had openly expressed his admira-
ton Of her ingenuity.