The Washington times., 1937-09-18

I will try to improvise"
Her fingers were lost upon the
keys. Relief seemed to come to
her at once with the first chords
Of the music. He listened dreamily,
his senses enthralled, his mind all
the time questioning.
It seemed to him that he heard
something of the storm of the
night of his return, could catch a
faint expression of the horror
which for a few moments had
shone out of her strangely bril-
liant eyes.
Then again there was no theme
in what she played. He felt him.
self cut off. Her own terror was
passing with the increasing clamor
of the music she was drawing
from the hidden places Of her
mind. He felt himself forgotten.
Perhaps it was as we'll. =.
REAL ARTIST
She stopped suddenly and
leaned towards him. Her fingers
were playing now the tune he
loved. There was smile upon
her lips. She watched for his ap-
prevail. She stopped again and
was silent.
"You are indeed a real artist, "
he said quietly.
"SometimeS think that
might have become one" she
meditated. mot a great artist
never that-but I might have
learned that wonderful gift-ex-
preston. have a sister who plays
divinely.
"she always says that kept my
music teacher too long. The bust
ness of making real music IS a
wild business.
"It is only the very great ones
of the world who can accept dis
cipline. And now tell me some
more, my host. How will they set
about finding the criminal?"
Heaven knows" he answered
lightly. after all, that injection
may IIlGdu 11OILlll1S'
Had the man been robbed?"
mo one knows what he had
with him. The pocket of his coat
had been cut away, yet who would
expect to find anything of value
among the belongings of a trav'
eler found under such condi'
tionS?"
"You must go back to your
guests" she told him abruptly
Il will go if you come with me"
They returned to the larger
room and Mademoiselle Stamier
was at once surrounded.
Matresser took some of the men
out to see a head which they had
been discussing at dinner time.
Very soon the evening came to its
natural termination.
RECEIVES NOTE
Ann, with two of her girl
friends, and Mademoiselle Stamier
were the last to climb the stairs.
Matresser upfolded a little twist.
ed up note which he had received
a few minutes earlier. 1t read:
viii you please come to your
study for a moment before you re
tire. Y.
More than ever. Henry Yates
reSembled faithful watchdog as
he rose hastily from his place be-
hind the desk and faced his EN-.
ployer.
There was distress, however, in
his anxious eyes as he removed
his spectacles. He was evidently
perturbed. He so far forgot him
self as to address Matresser in the
forbidden manner.
Your lordship," he announced,
"the big man has been here"
"What-the Dutchman?"
Eyes. He was looking for you,
he said. He remembered his way
to your den and he came to find
you"
HE lied!" Matresser murmured.
HE knew well enough that / was
with my guests, because he was
one of them himself. 1t was you
he came to see, Henry. Proceed"
You are probably right" was
the reluctant reply. II did not
wish to hear him talk. I tried to
stop him. He brushed me away.
He pretended not to hear.
HE, too, he said, was a great
traveller like my distinguished
master, only his travelling had a
real and distinct purpose. He was
writing a book. He had a list
Of questions he wished to ask con
corning q certain country.
There was no chance. he de-