Evening star., 1936-05-17

fetch Maier." He put out a feeble
hand. Goodbye, old friend!"
Ned Hartigan took the dank hand.
Already the wounded man was sink
ing into the death coma. Bowling his
head. the Fighting Major wept I'M
ashamedly, then, springing to his
feet without a backward look. hastened
away through the trees.
Patricia Fame had plenty of spirit;
but she found it oozing away as, back
in her bedroom, she heard the key
turn in the lock and the old woman's
shuffling football die away along the
corridor. AS long as she had been with
Grundt, pride had come to her aid.
But once more alone in the depress-
ing surroundings of her dilapidated
bedchamber, she felt forsaken. 1t was
bewildering sensation to realize that
you could be carried off Ike this to
place about which you knew nothing.
not even in what country it was
situated, and held prisoner. She
thought of the glimpse she had just
had of this girl of Jimmy's, eyes CLASSY.
features distraught with fear, and her
CONSERVATION deepened. She had
foreboding that the crisis was ap-
preaching. What would the next move
be? They had captured Arlette; then
Jimmy, too. must be in their hands.
Was he a prisoner in the schloss as
we'll?
She stole to the door and listened.
There we're voices and footsteps in the
hall below, but nobody came upstairs.
After little she heard the successive
sounds of two cars departing. The
silence fretted at her nerves. She be-
gan to pace the floor, wrestling with
the terrors that seemed to dog her
footsteps. This would never do, she
told herself.
She lay down on her bed, tried to
relax. By this time they must have
missed her at Baden Baden; surely
Major Ned would have looked her up
at the Excelsior and found her gone.
He would know that he had never sent
for her, that she had been kidnapped.
She wondered what he, what his
friend Robert - for Dallas had GER
tainly gone to Baden-B Baden to meet
him - would do. She had a feeling
that, however completely she might
seem to have vanished, Robert Dallas
would, sooner or later, find her.
She went on thinking about the
man Dallas. 1t was strange, but he had
left her with sense of confidence that
endured even now, when she was so
far beyond his ken. He had been
odiously rude to her and she had
called him ill-tempered and con-
ceited. So he was, and she had done
nothing that wasn't completely within
her rights in having his past inves-
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sorry for him, why was she conscious
of stab at the heart as she recalled
their parting in Paris, and the hurt
and angry look in his eyes?
The color came into her face. How
savagely he had spoken to her! Men
back in America didn't speak to
women like this - at least, not the
men she played around with.
Still, it must be rather thrilling to
have a man like Robert Dallas in love
with one, to see his eyes light up as
one came into the room. No chance OF
that. He didn't give damn for her -
he had as good as told her so. Sud-
denly she felt very friendless and
forlorn. She began to cry in earnest
and, crying, fell asleep.
Someone was shaking her feet The
tears wet on her face, she opened hel
eyes, then sprang up in terror. Grund,
stood at the bottom of the bed. The
heavy face was set in grim lines, the
great jaw jutted rocklike.
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