Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-02-24

me-enough faith, shall l say?-to
remain oblivious to anything which
troubles you?"
He looked down the avenue for a
moment without speech to the meadow
at the opening of the woods and the
gamekeeper's lodge beyond on the
lawn of which the heaters were busy
laying out the game. In the back
ground, the Great House dominated
the landscape, somewhat grim in the
clear winter light with it's lordly tow
ers and long rows of mullioned win
dows, an incongruous and yet in a
way a harmonious structure.
"Well, TIL try" he promised. 81
am not really so suspicious as I seem
but 1 have not quite forgotten, you
know, that chance meeting. You
were with your uncle-you remember
it?-in North African"
eyes, I remember it," she answered
unwillingly.
Cannot you see how difficult that
makes it for me to look upon you as
an ordinary member of my house
hold? he asked.
She was silent for moment. Her
left hand suddenly rested upon his
shoulder. 1t stayed there scarcely a
second but he seemed to feel the thrill
of it's caress through the leather patch
on his shooting jacket.
eve should never be enemies" she
told him softly. 1--WE have both Of us
too much spirit for right living. All
that ask of you just now is that you
remain little tolerant. Do not think
of me as even possible enemy. That
could never be. Talk with me some
times. Please try to know me a little
better. I have no evil thoughts in
anything 1 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, should
do it, but I would do nothing to harm
anyone like yourself under whose roof
I am living"
Her last words although in sense
consolatory left him with a faint sense
of uneasiness which fingered with him
more or less throughout the day.
Nevertheless, he performed flawless-
ly his duty as host to very distin-
guished gathering of sportsmen.
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 mistake.
This paragon of secretaries, the in
valuable Henry Yates was manipulate
ing noiseless typewriter with in
credible speed using the fingers of
one hand only when his employer en-
tered. Yates rose to his feet at once.
He was small man frail, with short
brown beard streaked with gray and
wore thick spectacles.
0OOu CNCiiAlS, AACuIy1 mdClCooCl
greeted him as he took up position
on the hearthrug 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 blue sheet Of note
paper from the square envelope 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 paying his respects to
you at any suitable hour.
Faithfully yours,
JAN VAN WESTRHEENE,
Foreign trick, that, isn't it? ?" Mat
resser remarked tapping cigarette
against his case.