The Washington times., 1937-09-10

beyond, on the lawn Of which the
beaters we're busy laying out the
game. In the background, the
Great House dominated the land.
scape, somewhat grim in the clear
winter light with its lordly towers
and long rows of mullioned win
dows, an incongruous and yet in
a way a harmonious structure.
well, I'll try" he promised. II
am not really so suspicious as I
seem but 1 have not quite forgot
ten, you know, that chance meet
ing. You were with your uncle
you remember it?-in North
Africa"
Eyes, remember it," she an.
swered unwillingly.
Cannot you see how difficult
that makes it for me to look upon
you as an ordinary member OF my
household?" he asked.
THRILL OF CARESS
She was silent for a moment.
Her left hand suddenly rested
upon his shoulder. It stayed there
scarcely a second but he seemed
to feel the thrill of it's careSS
through the leather patch on his
shooting jacket.
CHAPTER K
I'VE should never be enemies"
she told him softly. I'VE have
both of us to much the spirit for
right living. All that ask Of
you Just now is that you remain
a little tolerant. Do not think Of
me as even a possible enemy. That
could never be.
Talk with me sometimes.
Please try to know me a little bet
ter. I have no evil thoughts in
anything I do but the greatest
passion in my life is my love Of
my country. If something should
occur which made it possible for
me to help her, I should do it,
but I would do nothing to harm
anyone like yourself under whose
roof 1 am living"
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sense consolatory, left him with
faint sense of uneasineSS which
fingered with him more or less
throughout the day. Nevertheless,
he performed flawlessly his duty
as host to a very distinguished
gathering of sportsmen.
INVALUABLE HENRY
Later. in the library of his
suite, Matresser found waiting for
him the man whom he had often
declared in various places to be
the only person he had ever
known in any walk of life who
had never made a mistake.
This paragon of secretaries, the
invaluable Henry yates, was ma.
nipulating a noiseless typewriter
with incredible speed, using the
fingers of one hand only, when his
employer entered.
Yates rose to his feet at once.
He was a small man. frail, with
short brown beard, streaked with
gray. and wore thick spectacles.
Good evening, Henry" Matres-
ser greeted him as he took up Q
position on the hearth rug with his
back to the log fire. Heaps Of
news for you. Anything happened
here?"
"A note from the gentleman
who arrived in the harbor during
the storm of last night" Henry
Yates reported. You would like,
perhaps, to glance at it yourself. :"
Matresser drew a blue sheet Of
note paper from the square en-.
velope which Yates handed to him,
and read the few lines.
Yacht DAPHNE.
My Lord:
! A stranger driven into your
harbor by distress of weather
would esteem the honor of pay
ing his respects to you at any
suitable hour.
Faithfully yours.
JAN VAN WESTRHEENE.
Foreign trick, that isn't ito"
Matresser remarked. tapping a
cigarette against his case.
I suppose it is a foreign habit.
sir, to call first upon any person
of distinction. In any case, I
thought you might like to see him.
ventured to tell him 6 o'clock"
Excellent"
Furthermore" Yates continued.
Il noticed through my glasses at
luncheon time that the yacht is
flying the ensign, which appar.
emily is out of order as van Westr.
heene is not a member of the
squadron or the Royal Thames
Yacht Club"
(To Be COntinued)
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