Evening star., 1934-03-07
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| He saw now that he had been with
In an ace Of committing the sin which
had the distinction of being almos
the only one which his elastic cod.
recognized as such-the unforgivabl,
sin Of refusing help to buddy IL
trouble. A pal had given him th'
distress sign and he had ignored it.
There were many things abou
Soup Slattery at which a moralis
would have pursed his lips and raisec
his eyebrows. But there was one
thing, he had always flattered himself
which nobody could say of him, ano
that was that he had ever let a frieno
down in his hour of need.
He burned with shame and remorSe
In spite of Packy's statement that
only the purest altruism animated him
In his desire to assist Jane Opal, he
had read between the lines and come
to the conclusion that love was the
motivating force. Packy, he was con-
v1nced. was that way about this SQUAD,
and he, Soup Slattery, just because
he was at outs with the squads old
man, had been planning to throw
sand in the gear box. AS he put on
his trousers and reached for his little
kit Of tools. Soup Slattery was groan-
ing in spirit.
1t was with the inward glow of a
penitent, the quiet elation of one who
at the eleventh hour has seen the
light. that he left the hotel some 10
minutes later and started to walk up
the hill to the Chateau Blissac.
This time. he knew. there would be
no open window waiting for him, but
he anticipated no difficulty in climb
ing onto that balcony which had SO
Immediately won his approval on the
occasion of his first visit. Nor did he
hnd any. The thing might have been
placed there purely for the conven-
ience Of the visiting heist guy. He
negotiated it noiselessly in a matter
OF seconds. And it was as he stood
there. breathing a little heavily. for
he was past his first youth, that he
noticed that the window of the room
was open.
This puzzled him. Packy had as
sured him that the Venetian suite
would be unoccupied that night. He
crept closer and was further mysti-
fled to see that there was a light
behind the curtains. Odd, felt Mr..
Slattery. and parted the heavy folds
sufficiently to enable him to inspect
the interior.
There was an electric torch lying on
q table, SO placed that its rays fell
on the safe. And over the safe, fid-
ding with the handle, was bending a
dim figure.
Packy Franklyn had retired to his
room early that night. But he had
not gone to bed. To one in his state
of mental upheaval sleep was out of
the question. At the advanced hour
when Mr.. Slattery was setting out
with his little bag of tools. he was still |
in chair at his open window, fully |
gazing over the moonlit |
grounds with pipe between his teeth |
and in his eye that strange, goofy |
yleam which had been its predominant |
expression ever since Beatrice had |
the engagement.
In that World-famouS brochure Of |
his, to which we have already re-
ferred, Schwertfeger of Berlin writes
IS follows:
Having round the corner nipped and
the good, stiff drink taken (sayx
SchWertfeger-he is still on the theme
Of the young man disappointed in
ove), the subject will now all food
louriShment refuse and in 87.O6 per
cent OF cases will for a long and