Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1937-04-23

"Let us arrange things this way
you will bring the second part of
Treaty KS to Number 70 Kerrepesi
Ut tonight" She beheld his features
darken and went on little breath
lessly, $50 that Bobskine will send the
telegram to Podolsk. Once it has
been sent I will help you any way
can to recover the whole treaty-to
kill Bokskine, anything"
"You must plan how the recovery is
to be made and then tell me my part. !"
The daring of her suggestion amazed
him-everything would be easy if
she were to be trusted.
"All right" he said, "I'll bring the
second half"
"Be sure it is the real one," she
urged. "Bobskine is very clever, he
would detect fraud in an instant and
them" Lolita's face stiffened, che
would not send that wire to Podolsk.
You see what a terrible blow it was
that Leonard was sent to Paris?
hated to lie to him so and tell him
that I loved him, but at worst, it was
his career against three lives-Olush-
ka's, Feodor's and mine-for Bob
skine would not hesitate to kill me
were he to suspect treachery."
Ian, for the third time that after
non, drew her close and kissed her.
"My darling" he said, "you may re-
ly that I shall come to the Kerrepsi
Ut tonight at nine o'clock. With me
I will bring the second half of
Treaty X-2."
Clad in a dark blue business suit,
Ian Gray halted before the door Of
Number 70 Kerrespi Ut and drew a
long breath. The next hour, he SEN
sed, would be reasonably full Of ex-
element. The whole affair was
strictly up to him-too bad he dared
not enlist the help of one or two
friends, but the theft of a treaty was
something to be kept utterly secret.
Now that he was away from the mag
ic of Lolita's charm he could think
clearly; he'd simply have to watch for
his chance and act quickly, without
hesitation.
What a mad gamble this was-if
Lolita had lied, tricked him, he was
doubly lost, for now he had the second
half of Treaty X-2 under his arm.
If it was lie, all that talk about
Feodor, Olushka and the telegram,
it was clever-yet there was a chance
that, with gun thrust into his jolly
pink face, Comrade Bobskine could be
persuaded to return treaty and copies
even red rabble-rouser didn't like
to die.
But what would he do when Lolita
was present? He wondered. Under
her spell he doubted whether he could
act at the right time should she wish
otherwise.
Never had he felt so uncertain of
himself. He'll! There was no use
bordering any more. He'd go ahead
and hope for the best.
His hard, brown hand closed tight
er on the handle of the brief case and
he shifted the cone-shaped bundle
which contained two dozen gorgeous
roses to his left arm, before reaching
for the bell. AS he stood there sud-
den sense of uneasiness came over him
and he stared over his shoulder at the
park opposite. There was a lot OF
tangled shrubbery there, but-just
then the door was opened by a foot.
man who stood a good six feet tall
He was as Russian as caviar and
vodka, from his large feet to the stiff
white bristles on his conical skull, but
he spoke in Germany.
"Bitte herein kommen." The pom.
derous wrought iron and plate glass
door swung back and the campaign
began.
The big caller realized his pulses
were hammering wildly when he laid
his soft gray hat on a graceful Louis
XVI console and, still carrying the
brief case and the gift of roses, fol.
lowed the footman up a broad flight
of stairs, so thickly carpeted as to be