Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-11-22
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phoned the sanitarium, or better, the
local police, from the railroad sta
ton. But so terrified was she that
he was still following her, her one
wish had been to get on this train, to
safety!
1t was her missionary spirit, she
thought ruefully, that had brought
her near death. All she'd wanted to
do was warn Gaby - save her from
his revenge-or what he imagined to
be revenge-for Gaby never had CIV
en- evidence against him to the police.
Well, Gaby would have to look af-
ter herself now! She shuddered at
the thought of Gaby returning to the
cabin-prayed for her safeguard. But
maybe Green wouldn't risk going
back? Or maybe that heavy stool
really had hit him? 1t was the force
of his moving body that had over
turned the stove For all she knew,
the shack might be afire now, and
the escaped convict burning! Bad as
he was, it would be terrible if she
had killed him.
But she lived and relived the whole
scene shudderingly during the four
hour journey back to town.
It was past midnight when the taxi
deposited her block from her home.
She rang the buffers night bell at
the back of the house.
"The masters up, miss He's been
anxious about you," Treves told her
in low voice tinged with sympathy
and apprehension.
Her stepfather appeared just as
she was about to sneak up the back
stairs. The butler vanished discreet
ly.
$50 you've disobeyed me again a.
bout being out at night without let
ting me know, Jean?" He pulled out
his watch. cts almost half past
twelve!"
Impossible to tell him of her trip
to save Gaby from the clutches of the
man she had been expressly forbid
den ever to see, and who now was an
escaped convict! If she did that,
she'd have to tell Rupert the COM
plete story of Gaby!
She dare not drag in the scandal of
Green now! The horrible thing a.
bout one deception, no matter how
good the motive, was that it led to
others, until one was tangled in a
tissue of lies.
"I'm awfully sorry, Dad" she fall
tered, 81 was motoring with friends!"
She gave a couple of names at ran
dom. eve met for lunch, and never
intended to drive so far. And then
the car broke down miles from any.
where. It got dark. We had to leave
the car. We tried to take a short
cut through the woods and we got
absolutely lost! Must have walked
in circles for hours! Finally we got
to railroad station. I tried to get
in touch with you, but the phone was
out of order. And then we got on
such slow train"
It was an unconvincing story, but
she couldn't think up anything bet
ter. She asked shakily: els - is
Gaby home?"
"Most certainly she is. She's been
in bed for the past couple of hours.
We dined alone. We played back
CANNON after" He cleared his
throat. His voice had a rasping
sound as he chided: apart from
your lack of consideration for me, I
must say you treat your friend, who's
come all the way from Europe to Wis
it you, with the most ill-bred casual
ness"
She stole to Gaby's room and saw
she was sound asleep. She wouldn't
wake the girl. It was little consola-
ton to realize that, by her horrible
of this night, she had ac-
complished- nothing!
And heaven knows wha trouble the