got away with the only dress In the lot
that cost more than tuppence,” she
CHAPTER
t-TKmu
K.
Barns«, said, smiling again. “Lord knows what
wealthy New Yorker, on a walking trip would have happened to me If they
through New England. Is caught In * had dropped down on us at the end of
storm mllea from his destination At s
crossroa Is point he meets a girl In the the first act. I was the beggar's daugh
same plight. While they discuss the sit ter. you see—absolutely in rags. Glad
uation an automobile, sent to meet the
girl, arrives and Barnes Is given a lift to to have met you. I think you'll find
Hart's tavern, while the girl Is taken
on to h.-r destination which she tells everything nearly all right. Good night,
Barnes is a place called Green Fancy.
air."
She closed the door behind her,
CHAPTER II—At the tavern Barnes
falls In with a stranded troupe of "harn- leaving him standing in the middle of
storming” actors, headed by Lyndon the room, perplexed but amused.
Rushcroft, and becomes interested in
them.
“By George." he said to himself, still
staring at the closed door, "they're
CHAPTER ITT—As the storm grow«.
Barnes finds himself worrying over the wonders, all of them. I wish I could
safety of the girl, traveling over the
mountain roads at what he considers dan- do something to help them out of—"
Rrous speed.
He learns tnat Green He sat down abruptly on the edge of
incy Is something of a house of mys
tery. Two mounted men leave the tavern the bed and pulled his wallet from his
In a manner which arouses Barnes' curi pocket.
He set about counting the
osity.
bills, a calculating frown In his eyes.
“Kind o' curious about ’em?” he Then he stared at the celling, sum
ming up. "I’ll do It," he said, after a
drawled.
“It never entered my mind until this moment of mental figuring. He told
off a half dozen bills and slipped them
Instant to be curious,” said Barnes.
“Well, it entered their minds about I into his pocket. The wallet sought its
an hour ago to be curious about you." | usual resting place for the night: Un-
; der a pillow.
said the other.
He was healthy and he was tired.
Two minutes after his head touched
CHAPTER IV.
the pillow he was sound asleep.
He was aroused shortly after mid
An Extraordinary Chambermaid, a
Midnight Tragedy, and a Man Who night by shouts, apparently just out
side his window. A man was calling
Said “Thank You."
Miss Thackeray was “turning down" i i a a loud voice from the road below;
his bed when he entered his room after an instant later he heard a tremendous
bidding his new actor friends good ¡■ounding on the tavern door.
Springing out of bed. he rushed to
night. He was staggered and some
what abashed by the appearance of the window. There were horses in
Miss Thackeray. She was by no iront of the bouse—several of them—
means dressed as a chambermaid nnd men on foot moving like shadows
should be. nor was she as dumb. On {t.mong them.
Turning from the window, he un-
the contrary, she confronted him in
the choicest raiment that her ward II 'i ked and opened the door into the
robe contained and she was bright and l alt Some one was clattering dowu
cheery and exceedingly incompetent. the narrow staircase. The bolts on
It "was her costume that shocked him. the front door shot hack with resound
Not only was she attired in a low- ing force, and there came the hoarse
necked, rose-colored evening gown, lib jumble of excited voices as men crowd
erally bespangled with tinsel, but she ed through the entrance. Putnam
wore a vast, top-heavy picture hat Jones’ voice rose above the clamour.
whose crown of black was almost
“Keep quiet 1 Do you want to wake
wholly obscured by a gorgeous white everybody on the placeF he was say
feather that once must have adorned ing angrily. “What's up? This Is a
the king of all ostriches. She was not fine time o’ night to be— Good Lord!
at all his idea of a chambermaid. He What’s the matter with him?”
started to back ont of the door with
“Telephone for a doctor. Put—damn'
an apology for having blundered into quick! This one's still alive. The
the wrong room by mistake.
other one is dead as a door nail up at
“Come right in.” she said cheerily. Jim Conley’s house. Git ole Doc
“Til soon be through. I suppose I James down from Saint Liz. Bring
should have done all this an hour ago. Mm in here, boys. Where's your lightT
but I just had to write a few letters. I Easy now ! Eas-ee I”
am Miss Thackeray.
This is Mr.
Barnes waited to hear no more. His
Barnes, 1 believe.”
blood seemed to be running ice cold
He bowed, still quite overcome.
as he retreated into the room and be
“You needn't be scared." she cried, gan scrambling for his clothes. The
observing hfs confusion. “This Is my thing he feared had come to pass. Dis
regular uniform. I'm starting a new aster had overtaken her In that wild,
style for chambermaids. Did it para senseless dash up the mountain road.
lyze you to find me here?”
He was cursing half aloud as h^
"I couldn’t believe my eyes.”
dressed, cursing the fool who drove
She abandoned her easy, careless that machine and who now was per
manner. A look of mortification came haps dying down there in the taproom.
Into her eyes as she straightened up “The other one is dead as a door nail,”
and faced him. Her voice was a trifle kept running through his head—“the
husky when she spoke again, after a other one.”
moment’s pause.
A dozen men were In the taproom,
“You see, Mr. Barnes, these are the gathered around two tables that had
only duds I have with me. It wasn't been drawn together. The men about
the table, on which was stretched the
figure of the wounded man. were un
doubtedly natives: Farmers, woods-*
men or employees of the tavern. At a
word from Putnam Jones they opened
up and allowed Barnes to advance to
the side of the man.
“See If you c'n understand him. Mr.
Barnes,” said the landlord. Perspira
tion was dripping from bls long, raw-
boned face. “And you, Bacon—you and
Dlllingford bustle upstairs and get a
mattress off*n one of the beds. Stand
at the door there, Pike, and don't let
any woman In here. Go away. Miss
Thackeray ! This is no place for you.”
Miss Thackeray pushed her way
past the man who tried to atop her
and joined Barnes.
“It Is the place for me,” she said
sharply. “Haven’t you men got sense,
enough to put something under his
bead? Where Is he hurt? Get that
cushion, you. Stick it under here when
I lift his head. Oh, you poor thing!
We’ll be as quick as possible. There I”
The man’s eyes were closed, but at
the sound of a woman’s voles he
opened them. The hand with which be
clutched at his breast slid off and
seemed to be groping for hers. His
breathing was terrible. There was
blood at the corners of his mouth, and
“You See, Mr. Barnet, These Are the more oozed forth when his lips parted
in an effort to speak.
Only Duds I Have With Me.”
With a courage that au^triaed even
necessary to put on this hat, of course, herself, the girl took his band In hers.
hut I did It simply to make the char It waa wet and warm. She did not
acter complete. I might just as well dare look at It
make beds and clean washstands in a
“Merci, madame,” struggled from the
picture hat as in a low-necked gown, so man's lips, and he smiled.
here I am."
Barnes leaned over and spoke to him
She was a tall, plemant-faced girl in French. The dark, pain-stricken
of twenty-three or four, not unlike her eyes closed, and an almost imper
father in many respects.
ceptible shake of the head signified
“I am very sorry." he said lamely. that he did not understand. Evidently
“I have hoard something of your mis he had acquired only a few of the
fortunes from your father and—the simple French expressions. Barnes
others. It's—it's really hard luck.”
had n slight knowledge of Spanish
“I call it rather good luck to have and Italian, and .tried again with no
SYNOPSIS.
oetter results. German was ms last
resort, and he knew he would tail once
more, for the mau obviously was not
Teutonic.
The bloody Ups parted, however, and
the eyes opened with a piteous, ap|«eal-
ing expression In their depths. It was
appareut that there waa something he
wanted to say. something he had to
aay before he died, lie gasped a dozen
words or more tu a tongue utterly uu-
kuowu to Barnes, who In'iit closer to
catch the feeble effort, it waa he who
uow shook his head; with a groan the
sufferer dosed bls eyes In deapulr. lie
choked and coughed violently an In
stant later.
“Get some water and a towel,” cried
Miss Thackeray, tremulously. She
was very white, "but still clung to the
man's baud. “Be quick I Bchlud the
bar."
Barnes unbuttoned the coat aud re
vealed the blood-soaked white shirt.
“Better leave this to lue," he said In
her ear. "There's nothing you can do.
He's done for. i’lease go away.”
"Oh. I sha'n't faint—at least, not
yet. Boor fellow! I’ve sceu hliu up
stairs and wondered who be was. Is
he really going to die?”
“Looks bad." said Barnes, gently
i openlug the shirt front. Several of
the craning tuen turned away sud
denly.
“Who la he. Mr. JonesF
“He Is registered as Andrew Paul,
from New York. That's all I know.
The other man put his uatue down us
Albert Rixm. He seemed to be the
boss and this man a sort of servant,
far as I could make out. They never
talked much and seldom came down
stairs. They had their meals In their
room."
"There Is nothing we can do.” said
Barnes, “except try to stanch the flow
of blood. He Is bleeding Inwardly. I'm
afraid. It's a clean wound. Mr. Jones.
Like a rifle shot. I should say.”
"That's just what It is." said one of
the men. a tall woodsman. “The feller
who did it was a dead shot, you c'n
bet on that. He got t* other man
square through the heart."
“Lordy. but this will raise a rum
pus,” groaned the landlord. “We’ll
have detectives an’—"
“I guess they got what whs cornin'
to 'em," said another of the men.
"What’s that? Why. they was rldin'
peaceful as could be to Spanish Falls.
What do you mean by sayin' that, Jim
Conley? But wait a minute! How
does it happen that they »ere up near
your dad's bouse? That certainly
ain't on the road to Span—"
“Spaulsh Falls nothin’! They wasn't
*oin’ to Spanish Valls any more'n I urn
at this minute. They tied their horses
up the road Just above our house,"
said young Conley, lowering his voice
out of consideration for the feelings
of the helpless man. “It was about
'leven o'clock. I reckon. I wan coinin’
home from slngln' school up at Number
Ten. an' I passed the hosses hitched to
the fence. Naturally I stop|>ed. curi
ous like. There wasn't no one around,
fer as I could see, so I thought I'd
take a look to see whose hosses they
were. I thought It was derned funny,
them hosses bein’ there at that time o'
night an' no one around. Looked
mighty queer to me. Course, thinks
I, they might belong to somebody
visitin' in there at Green Fancy, so I
thought I'd—”
“Green Fancy,” said Barnes, start
ing.
“Was It up that far?’ demanded
Jones.
"They was hitched jest about a hun
dre<l yards below Mt. Curtis' propity,
on the off side o' the road. I hadn’t
any more’n got to our front gate when
I heard some one running In the road
up there behind me. 'Fore I knowed
what was happenin', bang went a gun.
I almost Jumped out’n my boots. The
runnln' had stopped. The horses was
rarin’ an’ tearing' so I thought I'd—”
“Where'd the shot come from?” de
manded Jones.
“Up the road some’eres, I couldn’t
swear Just where. Must’a’ been up by
the road that cuts In to Green Fancy.
So I thought I’d hustle In an’ see If
pa was awake, an’ git my gun. Jest
then pa stuck his head out'n the win
der an’ yelled what the hell’s the mut
ter. You betcher life I sung out who
I was mighty quick, 'cause pa’s purty
spry with a gun an' I didn't want him
takln* me fer burglars sneaking around
the house. While we wuz talkin’ there
one of the hosses started our way
llckety-spllt, an' In about two seconds
It went by us. It was purty dark, but
we see plain as day that there was a
man In the saddle, bondin' low over
the boss' neck and shoutin’ to It We
waited a couple o’ minutes, wonderin’
what to do, an’ listenin' to the boss
gtttin’ furder and furder away in the
direction of the cross-roads. Then
'way down there by the pike we heerd
another r' ot. Right there an’ then pa
said he’d put on his clothes an’ we’d
set out to see what it was al) about.
“Well, pa come out with my gun an'
his'n an' we walks up to where I seen
the hosses. Shore ’nough, one of ’em
was still hitched to the fence, an’
t’other was gone. We stood around a
minute or two examinin’ the hoss an’
then pa says let’s go up the road a ways
an’ see if we c’n see anything. An’
by gosh, we hadn't gone moren’ fifty
feet afore we come plumb on a man
layln' in the middle of the road. I’a
shook him an’ he didn’t let out a
sound. He was warm, but deader'n u
tombstone. I wuz fer leavin’ him there
till we c’d git the coroner, but pa says
no. We'd carry him down to our porch
an' lay him there, so’s he’d be out o’
danger. I jumps on Polly an’ lights
out fer here, Mr. Jones, to telephone
up to Saint Liz fer the sheriff an' the
coroner, not givln’ a dang what I run
Into on the way. Polly shied some
thin' terrible Jest afore we got to the
nlke an' I come derned near tyln'
throwed. An right there side tne roau
»as this feller, all In u heap. Thinks
I. you poor cum , you must 'a' tried to
stop that feller on hossbuck an' he
plunked you. That accounted fer the
second shot. The thing that worrlea all
of us la did the same man do the
ahoottn'. or was there two of 'em. one
waitin’ down the cross roads?"
“Must have been two." said Jones,
thoughtfully. "The same man couldn't
have got down there ahead of him,
that's sure. Did auybody go up to
Green Fancy to make inquiries?"
“ 'Twusn’t necessary. Mr. Curtis
heard the shoot In' an' jest before wo
left he sent a mau out to acc what It
was all about. The old skeealcka that's
been drivtn* his car lately come down
hi* If-dressed. He said nothin' out of
the way had happened up at Green
Fancy."
“It's moat mysterious," said Barnes,
glancing round the circle of awed
faces. “There must have been Some
oue lying In wait for these men. and
with a very definite purpose In mind."
“Strikes tue.” said Jones, “that t^e-o
two men were up to some kind of dirty
work themselves, else why did they
aay they were goln' to Spanish Falls?
They were queer actin* men. i'll have
to say that."
ills eyes met Barites' and then* waa
a queer light in them.
"You don't happen to know anything
about this, do you. Mr. Barnes?' ho de
manded, suddenly.
CHAPTER V,
The Farm-Boy Tells a Ghastly Story
and an Irishman Enter«.
Barnes stared. “What do you
mean?’ he demanded sharply.
“I mean Just what I said. What do
you know about tills business?”
“How should I know anything about
itr
“Well, we don’t know who you ure.
nor what you’re dolug up here, nor
what your real profession is. That's
why I ask the question."
“I see," said Barnes, after a mo
ment. He gras|M»d the situation and
he udmitted to himself that Jones hud
cause for his suspicions, “it has oc
curred to you that I may be a detec
tive or a secret service man. isn't that
the case? Well, I am neither. Did
you know any more altout these two
men. Mr. Jones, thun you know about
me?"
“I don't know anything about ’em."
"What was their business?’
"Mr. itoon wns lookin' for a place
to iiriti • >« ■hiouhter who has con-
sumpth
• 1
want to take her
t<> a
*(lve community,
he said, an* so he wns lookin' for a
quiet place where site wouldn't tie as
sociatin' with lungers till the time.
That was his business, Mr. Barnes, an*
I guess you'd call it respectable,
wouldn't you?"
"Perfectly. But why should he be
troubled by my presence here If—”
Miss Thackeray put an end to the
discussion In a most effectual manner.
"Oh, for the Ixird's sake, cut It out!
Walt till he’s dead, can't you?" she
whispered fiercely. “You’ve got nil the
time In the world to talk, and he
hasn't more than ten minutes left to
breathe unless that rube doctor gets
here pretty soon. I think he's going
now. Keep still, all of you. Is he
breathing, Mr. Barnes? That awful
cough just now seemed to—”
Her
eyes were fixed on the still fuce.
“Why—why, how tightly he holds my
hand! I can't get it away—he must
be alive, Mr. Barnes. Where Is that
ailly doctor?”
Barnes unclasped the rigid fingers
of the man called ^Andrew Paul. and.
shaking his head sadly, drew her
away from the Improvised bier.
He
and the shivering Mr. Dlllingford con
ducted her to the dining room, where
a single ketosene lamp gave out a
feeble, rather ghastly light.
“Would you like a little brandy?”
inquired Barnes, ns she sat d<twn llrnie
ly In the chair he pulled out for her.
“I have a flask upstairs in my—"
“I never touch It.” she said. “I'm all
right. My legs wabble a little but—
Hit down Mr. Barnes. I’ve got some
thin!: to say to you and I’d better say
It now, because It may come In pretty
handy for you Inter on.
Don't let
those women come in here, Dllly.
"This afternoon I walked up In the
woods back of the tavern to go over
some lines lp a new; piece we are to do
later on—God knows wnen I 1 couiu Each year 1 take ths precaution or
see the house from where I was sit having myself certified by the police
ting.
Roon’s windows were plainly department al home before venturing
visible.
I shw Roon standing it s Into unknown and perhaps unfriendly
window looking toward the cross road« communities.*’
"Yrs." said the sheriff dubiously;
; ■With H pair of field-glasses. Every
once In nwhlle he would turn to Paul, “but how du I know It ain't n forgery?'
"You don’t know, of course. Hut III
who atood beside him with a n«teb<a»k.
aud aay something to him. Paul wrote case It shouldn't bs a forgery and I
It down. Thon he would look again, am «objected to the indignity of ar
turning the glasaea this way and that. rest or even detention, you would have
Nuddenly my eyqg almost poppud »ut a nasty time defending yourself In a
of my head.
Paul hail gone away civil suit for dnnmges. I ahull remain
from the window, lie curoe back and here, ns yon suggest, hut only for the
ho had a couple of revolvers In his purpose of aiding you In getting to
hands.
They stood there for a few the bottom of this utTalr.*’
Standing on Jim Conley’« front
luluutez carefully examining
the
weapons and reloading them with porch II little after sunrise. Barties
fresh cartridges. Just tut 1 was about made the following declaration:
"Everything goes to show that these
to start down to the house- it waa a
little after six o'clock, and getting men were up here for one of two rea
awfully dark and overcast lloou t<a>k sons. They were either trying to pre
up the glnsaeM again, lie nwiiiwl to vent or to enact u crime, 'i’lie latter Is
be excited mid called his companion. my belief. They wore afraid of me.
Paul g rabbet I the glnsses and looked Why? Because they believed ! was
down th«« road.
They both became trailing them and likely tu spoil their
very much excited, pointing and ges glime. Genllemen. thorn« fellows were
ticulating. and taking turn ufiout with her«« for the purpose of robbing the
the glnsses.**
* pine«» you cull Green Fancy."
"What’s Hint?' came a rich, mellow
"About six o'clock, you aay?* said
Barnes, greatly Interested.
voice from the outskirts of the crowd.
“It wns a quarter after six when I A man pushed his way through and
II«« waa a tall,
got buck to the houae. I -a|mko to Mr. confront)««! Hornes.
Baeun about whnt I'd seen mid he aald good-looking fellow of thirty five, nnd
he believed they were German spies, It wus apparent that he had droase«! In
| up to some kind of mlachlef along the haste. "My name la ,1’IMwil, am! I am
Canadian border. Then about hnlf an a guest of Mr. Curtis at Green Fancy.
hour later you came to the tavern. I ; Why <!<» you think they meant to rob
saw Roon aneak out to the hend of the ' hla place?'
"Well," began Barnes dryly. "It
stairs and listen to your conversation
w 11h Jones when you registered. That - would seem that hla pin««»« 1« the only
gave tue an Idea. It was you they on«« In the neighborhood that would
: bear robbing. My name la Ba rues. <M
! wen« watching the road for.”
Barnes held up his hand for silence. ; course. Mr. O'Dowd. It is men« »peru-
"Listen," he said In a low voice. "I I latlon on tuy part."
' will tell you who they were liaiklng
"Hut who shot the man?* demanded
for."
As briefly ns possible he re th«« Irishman. “He certainly wasn’t
counted his experience with the winged by anyone from our place.
st range young woman nt the cross, I Why, Lor«! love you. sir. there Isn't a
roads.
"From the beginning I have soul at Gr««en Fancy who couhl shoot
conn««cted this trugivly with the place i a thief If he saw one. This Is Mr. lb«
called Green Fancy. I'll stake my Inst Noto, also a guest at Green Fancy. He
penny that they have been hanging .' will, I think, bear tue out In upsetting
around here waiting for the arrival of I your theory."
•
that young woman. They knew she
A se«««ind man approach««,! shaking
was coining and they doubtless knew his head Vigorously. He wns a thin,
whnt she was bringing with her. What pale man with a singularly scholastic
do you know about Green Fancy?'
face. Quit«« nn unpre|HiHsc«slng. un
He was vastly excited. His active sanguinary person, thought Hnrnro.
imagination wns creeling ifll sorts of
“Mr. Curtis’ chauffeur. I think It
» posslbilltiea ami complications, depre I was, sal«l the killing occurre«! just
dations and Intrigues.
above this house," «»Id he. vlslb’y ex
Bacon was the one who answered. ; <flt«l. "Green Fancy Is nt lea» n mH««
“People live up there and since we've j from here, Isn’t It? You don’t «boot
been here two, or three men visitors burglars a mil«« from the place they
have come down from the |>taee tu ! are planning to rob, do you?"
sample our stock of wet good«. I tnlk<«d
“I'll admit It's i, bit nut ot r«' «on ‘
with n couple of ’em day before yester said Barms. “The ae«-«>nd in-m ro«ib<
day. They were out for u horsebuck
only hnve been shot by some on<> who
ride and stopped here for a mug of • wns lying In wnlt for him.”
al«.“
"Be«!ud." aald O’lkiw«!, "It brats the
"Were they foreigners?" inquired devil. There’s something big In this
( Barties.
"If you want to call an Irishman a
foreigner. I'll have to suy one of them
was. He had u beautiful brogue. The
other was an American. I’m sure. Yes-
terdny they rode past here with a cou
ple of swell-looking women.
I saw
them turn up the nm<l to Green
Fancy."
The arrival of four or live men. who
stiim|H‘<l Into the tilreudy crowded hall
way from the porch outside, claimed
the attention of the quartette. Among
them was the doctor who. they were
««sin to discover, was also the coroner
of the county. A very officious deputy
sheriff was also In the group.
Mr. Jones called out from the door
way: "Mr. Barnes, you’re wunted tu
there.”
"All right,” he res|M>nded.
The doctor had been working over
the prostrate form on the tallies. As
Barnes entered the room, he hsiked up
and declared Hint the man was dead.
“Tills is Sir. Barnas,” snld Putnam
Jones, Indicating the tall traveler with
a short jerk of his thumb. >
“I ntn from the sheriff’s office," snld
the tnnn who stood beside the doctor.
The rest of the crowd evidently had
been ordered to stand back from the
tables. "Did you ever see this man be
fore?”
"Bedsd,” Said O’Dowd, “It Bsata ths
“Not until he was carried In here
Dsvll.”
«
nn hour ago.”
"What’s your business up here. Mr. thing, Mr. Barnes—Homething a long
Barnes?”
Hhot bigger than any of us HUHpects.’’
“I have no business up here. I Just
“You'll And that it rosolvrs Itself
happened to stroll in this evening."
Into a problem for Washington to
“Well," Raid the sheriff dnrkly, "I < Holve,” aald De Hoto darkly. “Nothing
guess I’ll have to ask you to stick local about It, take my word for IL
around here till we clear this business These men were up to Home Interna- 4
up. We don't know you an’— Well, tlonal devilment. There'll be a stir In
we can't take nny chances. You un Wunhington over this, sure an any-
derstand, I reckon."
, thing.”
"I certainly fail to understand, Mr.
“What time was it that you heard
Sheriff. I know nothing whatever of the shotH up at Green Fancy?’ ven
this affair and I Intend to continue tured Barnes.
on my way tomorrow morning.”
"Lord love you," cried O’Dowd, “we
“Well, I guess not. You got to stay didn't hear a sound. Mr. Curtis, who
here till we are sntlsfle.p- Riat you hna Insomnia the worst way, poor
don’t know anything about this busi devil, heard them nnd sent some one
ness. That's all.”
out to nee whnt all the racket was
“Am I to consider myself under ar about. The man, It Hernia, made such
rest, sir?"
a devil of a racket when he came
“I wouldn't go so far as to any that. home with the news that the whole
You Just stick around here, that’s all houae wan up In pajamas and peig
1 got to say. If you're nil right, we’ll noirs.”
soon And It out. What's more. If you
“I think I have a alight acquaintance
are nil right you’ll be willin’ to stay. with the chauffeur," aald Barnea. "He
Do you get me?”
gave me the moat thrilling motor ride
"I certainly do. And I can now as I’ve ever experlenc««!. Gad, I’ll never
sure you, Mr. Sheriff, that I’d like forget IL"
nothing better than to stick around
The two men looked at him. plainly
here, as you put It. I’d like to help perplexed.
clear this matter up. In the mean
"When was all thia?’ Inquired De
time, you may readily find out who I Roto.
am and why I am here by telegraph
"Early last evening. He picked up
ing to the mayor of New York city. your latest guest at the corners, nnd
This document, which experience has ah«« Insisted in his driving me to the
1n ii ght me to carry for Just such an tavern before the storm broke. I’ve
emergency ns this, may have some been terribly anxious about her. Rhe
weight with you.” He opened his bill must have been caught out In all that
folder and drew forth a neatly creased frightful—”
sheet of paper. "Read It. please, nnd
"What's thia you are saying, Mr.
note the date, the signature, the offi Harm's?" cut In De Roto, frowning.
cial Heal of the New York police de “No guest arrived at Gr«-en Fancy last
partment, nnd also the rather Interest ««venlng, nor waa one expected."
ing silver print pasted in the lower
Barnes stared.
"Do you rn«*an to
left hand corner. I think you will say that she didn't get there, after
«irru» that It Is a good likeness of me. »nv
(To be continued next week)