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CHAPTER XV,
Uncle Walter.
The confession of Meredith's Identity
had the singular fact of making Philip
undeniably and astonishingly happy.
He asked himself, Indeed, why the fact
that Meredith was GJralda In disguise
should render him so absurdly Joy
ous. He pretended to himself that there
was no logic In the feeling of pleasure.
But that was pretence merely. He
knew In the depth of his being that his
Joy was firmly based In the logic of his
heart. He perceived now why he had
liked Meredith from the moment of
their first meeting, and why be had al
ways been conscious, of an apparently
strange Instinct to protect and assist
Meredith. The disguise had deceived
his brain, but It had not deceived the
Instinctive, Inarticulate part of him.
■So you are Miss Pollexfen
questioned, with a smile, the power
whoso persuasiveness he did r
guess. ,
"I am Mary Pollexfen,' was the half
shy reply.
Of course she was a woman! De
spite her clothes, she was for Phlll
as she faced him there In the HttL
green, confined office with Its desk and
ledgers, the most Intensely feminine
woman that the world contained. How
came It that his Intellectual apparatus
had never discerned her sex? ■ How
came It—but his mind was full
queries.
..."a *» ve«T strange." said Philip,
. Wat r i not recognize you as Glraf-
da * _P eca u*e I had seen your portrait
at the Physique Club, and what li
more, the portrait had positively haunt'
ed me.”
*'£ d ® not think It very strange, after
an, Mary Pollexfen answered. “You
see I nm pretty expert at making up.
Seven years ago I played nothing but
principal boy’—on account of my
height, I suppose. So I was well used
to men's clothes. And then the scar ab
solutely changes my face."
"But where did you get that awful
jnnnrl
wound?
"I paint it each morning,” Mary Pol
lexfen explained, falnty smiling at Phil
ip’s astonishment. "It was by accident
a long time ago that I found out how
a scar across the cheek like that seem
ed to alter the position of the cheek
bone and make all my face different.”
"Then you can wash it off at any
Miss
During a fmnqunt at the New Kimball
Wednesday evening, nt wblrh plenaure and
serious thought were enjoynbly mixed,
number of the loenl lumber dealers declared
their nlleglanee to the Iletnll Lumber Deal
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It was decided to hold n meeting of the as
sociation Iii lltmilnghHiii January next and
there to change the name so ns to Include
Georgia firms.
The banquet was given In honor of Presi
dent Richard Randolph and Secretary W.
K. Willies of the association. A. It. Coleotd,
as toastmaster, did tin* honors of the e
Ing with case and ability.
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time
"Certainly.”
"You relieve me Immensely,
Pollexfen." Philip sighed.
"Unfortunately,” said she, "my hair
won't grow quite as easily os I can
wash off that scar.”
There was a significant pause.
"And now, Miss Pollexfen," said Phil
ip courageously, "don't you think we
had better come to business at once?"
- "Business?" she echoed the word, as
If startled.
Yes," he said, "don’t you think you
had better tell me why you are here
In disguise. I know you must be In
great sorrow. I guess you are In great
difficulty. And I am Just os sure as
1 am of anything that I can help you. "
"How can you help me?" she stain
mered timidly, gazing self-consciously
at the desk.
"I shall be able to answer that ques
tlon better when you have talked to
me a little. Talk to me. Tell me. I
would be willing to do a great deal for
you, a very great deal. I’ve no inten
tion of informing you that I would
cheerfully sacrifice my life to save
your little finger from Ifami. Because
If I began in that strain I should feel
an awful ass. Still—" he nodded his
head several times quickly as though
to emphasize hfs words—"you may
command me.” He looked at her
steadily.
"Really?
Her manner of uttering that single
word enchanted Philip. In her tone
there was something of entreaty, some
thing of an unserlous and delicate in
credibility, something’ of a challenge,
and something queenlike. He seem
ed to see in her at length the wor
shiped beauty of the stage—not at all
spoilt by Incense and homage, but yet
aware of the potency of her charm, and
accustomed to the vows of devotees.
"Really!” he insisted.
They exchanged a glance. And
that glance established their relations.
In the brief Instant of Its duration each
formed a resolve, the one to trust, the
other to shield, and the resolve was
momentous, definite and final.
Mary Pollexfen sat down.
"Can we talk here?” she demanded
suspiciously, looking at the door.
"Where else can we talk?” Philip
asked. "The door Is shut. I’ll keep
an eye on it. Now, will you tell me
why you are here in this disguise?”
"I came to look after my father,'
said Mary. "I came to watch over him.
Perhaps you will say It was a childish
idea, but—”
”Anrl a disguise was necessary for
that?” _ . . . . .
"Yes. If my poor father had had
the slightest idea that I was meddling
in his life he would have left the place.
"You were not quite on good terms,
was that it?"
Mary Pollexfen agreed with a gest
ure. "We had quarreled,” she said, "we
had not spoken to each other for sev
eral years. I was very sorry—veiy sor
ry to upset him and very aorry that he
would not see me—but I could not help
"Yes?” Philip encouraged her.
She was now on the opposite side of
the desk from Philip, , idly and nerv
ously pleating a piece of paper Into th<*
form of a fan. Then she leaned her
head on one hand.
"It was all about me going on the
stage,” she proceeded. "I had always
wanted to go on the stage. The stage
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wanted to *0 on tne stake.
was In my blood. But my father hated
the Stake. Perhaps he had a cause
to. He left me at school-In Southend
and went on a voyak®. and when he
came hack from his voyage I was sn
actress on tour with a provincial com
pany. Not a No. 1 company, Mr. Mas
ters, but a wretched little company do
ing flt-up towns. I hadn't written to
my father to tell him. I dared not. At
least, perhaps I dared: but somehow I
could not put the words on the paper.
So It was a terrible surprise for him
when he did come back and learnt the
news. I k»t a cousin of ours to tell
"Your mother was dead?"
"Yes. She' died when I was bom.
Just Imagine my position. At 15 I had
had enough of school—too much! I
could have gone with my father on hi*
ship, perhaps. But though my father
and I ured to be good friends, and I
liked the sea pretty well, l could never
have been reconciled to the life on
board a tramp steamer. Only my
father's wish to be all In all to me
could have made him dream of auch a
thing. I was obliged to live some
where then. I could have lived with
some cousins, but even at IS I had ex
tremely atrong likes and dislikes, and
the prospect of living with my cousins
didn’t appeal to me a little bit, though
—*ra perfectly tolerable as ac
quaintances. What waa I to do? Go
Into a convent? Or begin to earn my
living Independently?"
"The situation was very awkward,
decidedly," said Philip.
"You see that, don’t you?" she cried,
raising her voice, and, aa It were,
clutching for his sympathy. “You see
that? Well, I wanted to earn my liv
ing and I wanted to start at once. Peo
ple auch aa I don’t choose their careen.
Their careers are decided when they
are bom. Mine was. Nothing could
have kept me oft the stage. I was
very sorry for my father's sorrow, and
I think I may say 1 didn't let his an
ger make me angry. He couldn't un
derstand. How could he be expected
to understand? Supposing that I had
suggested (o him that he should give
up his ship and force himself to go on
the stage, he would have thought I was
'mad. But that would have been exact
ly the same thing as his asking me to
give up the stage and voyage with him
•>r live as a lodger with the Sldgwlcka—
those are my cousins. I tried to ex
plain that to him, but he couldn't see
It. He couldn't. He talked about wo
man’s sphere, the dear old thing!"
"Then you fought out the question
at an Interview?"
Mary pollexfen gave a little shudder.
"Yes," she said. "My company hap
pened to be at Winchester while his
ship was taking In cargo at Southamp
ton. He came to see me. I remember
I was lodging In a little room In the
road up the steep hill out of Winches-
It out. That was the worst day of my
life, except the day after my father's
death. And I waa only 15. 1 was only
15 and he waa over 60. Think of Itl
Now he Is dead, something soft In my
heart hints that perhaps I ought to
have given way. But no! No! It
had to be. There are things stronger
than affection. I loved my father. My
father loved me. But we parted. Ho
might have used force with me. He
very nearly did use force with the man
ager ofthe company. 1 won’t tell you
what he said when we parted. No
one will ever know that except me.
Now, I think It over I see I must have
had extraordinary Individual force,
even at that age—call It obstinacy—to
withstand him. He returned to hla
ship. I went on with my business aa
the least Important member of a tour
ing company of no Importance at all.
"Why!" said Philip, "It waa trag
edy!"
"That's Just what It was,” said Mary,
“and It often happens that In a real
tragedy nobody Is to blame—and every
one suffera."
"Didn't you see him again?" *
“I made two attempts for peace. The
first was whsn I was 18. I saw him
once. I Insisted on seeing hlih.
was useless, absolutely useless! Cap
tains live very solitary lives, I think,
and that Influences them. My poor
father’s prejudices against the stage
and me only lncreused as he grew old-
Our last direct Interview, four
years ago, ended everything between
us. We drifted apurt, as they say—
utterly. I found It Impossible even to
keep In touch with his movements. In
fact, I lost him. I didn’t know the
name of his new ship. I didn't know
why he had left the old one. I didn't
even know If he was alive. That
showa how relatives may get separat
ed, mentally nnd physically. I never
spoke of him. I fancy most of my
friends took me for nn orphan. Of
course If I am to be perfectly honest
I must admit that I was wrapped up
In my own career. And habit Is so
strong. During the first years of my
estrangement I used to send my fath
er the prettiest cards I could buy on
hla birthday and at Christmas. Then
I didn't know where to aend them to—
And—and—don't you now think It s
very snd, Mr. Mastera, such a thing ns
I am telling you?" The change In her
lovely voice was swift and dramatic.
Philip felt the lump In his throat.
He could not speak. He nodded.
"These cousins of yours," he man
aged to say at length. "They could
do nothing to get the captain to alter
his views?"
"Nothing. They were nice, quiet, or
dlnary people. But they would as soon
have dared to come between my fath
er and me aa go Into—Into a den of
lions. They were afraid of both of us.
They still live at Bouthend, or rather,
lust out of Southend. 1 doubt If they
lave heard of thta affair even yet.”
"And you have no other relatives?"
"Yes." said Mary Pollexfen, In a
low tone, drawing her hand nervously
along the table. "There was my fath
er's brother, my uncle—Walter Pollex
fen. But/-" I
"But what?"
Mary's eyes moistened. "It Is Uncle
Walter who"— She stopped short with
a sort of nervous spasm, and sat up
straight, evidently collecting her forces.
"I must explain to you about that
man," she recommenced. "Although I
have never seen him—at any rate I am
not sure that I have ever seen him—I
seem to know him Intiniktely."
"How so?"
"Prom my father's doaorlntlona. And,
later, from what the Sldgwlcka used to
tell me. Walter Pollexfen was ten
years younger than my father. He was
very precocious Indeed as a child. '
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must have taken after him, as regards
being precocious—certainly I didn't
take after my father. I think the chil
dren of elderly parents (.re ften very
precocious. And he was very clever,
too. And extremely violent. He waa
/me of those boys who become men alt
at once. At ten years of age. my fath
er uaed to say, no one could manage
him. No one could do anything with
him at all. He was expelled from
three schools at Southend before he
was 21. He would listen to nobody.
He once Iqcked another boy up In a
wooden ahed and set Are to It, because
the boy wouldn't give him half an ap
ple. And It was a mere chance that
the boy wasn't burnt to death. He
would have been If he hadn't pushed a
penknife and everything he had In his
pockets under the door of the shed as
a ransom. That waa the sort of youth
my uncle was. He had no mercy on
animals at all. And yet my father
said that he could be charming when
he wanted to. At sixteen he married
a woman very nearly old enough to be
his mother—ran away with her. He
had a thick mustache at fourteen."
"An Interesting young man!” Philip
commented.
"Do you think so?" said Mary. "The
stage was his passion, aa It's mine.
I took after him In that. And It was
because of my uncle's connection with
the stage that my father hated It so.
Only uncle got tired of the stage pretty
soon, and I expect that I shall, too. At
nineteen he was playing old men's
parts at the Britannia at Hoxton. He
was famous In the East End, and peo
ple said he might have been one of the
most successful actors In London. He
was very well known In the profession.
The , profession- thought even more
highly of him than the public did, 1
believe.. There are actors like that,
you know. He stabbed another actor
on the stage of the Britannia one night.
It was supposed to be an accident. But
according to What people say, it wasn’t
nn accident at all. However, all this
was *Mrty years ago. Then he went to
America."
'And what became of his wife?"
'He deserted her when he was eigh
teen. . But Just before he went to
America he found her again, and he
made her go with him—1 suppose be
cause she had come Into some money.
And then she died, In Cleveland."
Died!"'
'It Is supposed that he killed her.
I say ‘It Is supposed'—no one except
my uncle can be sure. Anyhow, there
was a great outcry. Father used to
hnve cuttings of the articles that ap
peared In the New York and other
newspapers about the affair. Uncle had
to disappear, at least he did disap
pear. After that he must have traveled
all over the world. He was In a revo
lution In Uruguay. He had a circus
In Yokohama. But my father only
heard rumors of him at long Intervals.
On the other hand he seemed always
to know exactly where my father was.
And from time to time he would write
and demand money."
"And did he get It?"
"Yes, he got It. It would, of course,
have been better It he had not got It.
But father could n^er refuse him al
together. I firmly believe that until
Just before the very last my father
had a kind of liking for him. You
see, he was so much cleverer than fath
er, and father must have been a little
afraid of him as well.”
"This was the same brother who haa
been mentioned at the—the Inqueat."
"Yes, there was only one."
"Then he la In London now, of
course?"
"I'm afraid ao."
"But you've never seen him?"
•'No, but I’ve heard from him."
"When?"
"About three weeks ago I got
strange letter from him. It was ad
dressed to the theater. That letter was
the cause of my coming here. 1 will
show It to ynu. Then you can Judge
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It was something like this: ‘Better
hurry up. Father now at Corner
house.' Then It was that I suddenly
made up my mind to gw to the Corner
house myself—In this disguise. I had
notions about telling the police, but I
saw that would be absurd. There
wasn't enough to go on. So you be
hold me coming to the Corner house,
nnd. In a way, settling down there for
a short time. My father had not the
slightest suspicion of my Identity. I
found him very much changed and very
much older. I had no plan. Ofteh at
night It appeared to me that I was be
having In a very queer way. But what
would you have? What else could I
do? I doubt If a woman was ever
f laced In such a position before. Well,
had to content myself with keeping
watch over my father's movements.
This I did sh well aa I could. And I
waited for something to turn up, some
fortunate chance. And when some
thing did turn up—It was—It warn-”
She hid her face.
"I know. I know,” Philip murmured.
“Good heavensl You may well aay that
no woman •was ever placed In such a
situation before!"
"You can Imagine the shock! to me
when I learned on Wednesday morn
ing that my father had been murdered
and hla body buried In the trench!
I had to keep my wlta about me then.
I dared not give way. I had to pretend
that I was merely casually Interested In
the tragedy. I couldn't keep away from
the Inquest. And It was the most hor
rible experience of my life.”
"And you had no theory as to the
manner of your father's death?"
“None. That was the worst of It.
There I had been waiting ready to
protect him when necessity arose—at
the first moment that I noticed any
thing suspicious—and he was gone be
fore I could move a hand! It I had
made myself known to my father he
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known to Uncle Walter, because I "
hadn’t the faintest Idea where he was."
"And you have gone through this
agony while I have been here!" Philip
said. "And I never guessed I It Is In
conceivable! How unsympathetic you
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"On the contrary," said Mary, with
for yourself.
8he paused, and slowly drew a let
ter from the pocket of her coat and
handed It to Philip, who opened It and
read:
"Dear Mary: This Is from your old
Uncle Walter, whom I Harcsay you
have heard of. Your father la a fool,
and you had better bring him to rea
son, or It will be the worse for him.
He's getting obstinate In his old age.
He's retired from the captaincy of
buslnesa and he’a got hold of the great
est money-making acheme that I've
heard of for a pretty long while,
can't manage It himself. I'm Just the
man to help him, but he won't let me.
I told him 1 was starving, and he gave
me twenty pounds. It Isq't a question
of twenty pounds. It Is a question of
twenty thousand, Bnd lots more.
(nnuy iiiuuhhhu. nitu nun uiuic, a
only want half tne profits, and that'a
fair, as I should do all the work. The
old fool would simply make a hash of
the business. But ha won’t see It. I
never knew him so obstinate. Now
he’s Just got to give In. If you know
anything about me, you know that
candor Is my most sublime quality,
and I'm candid now. I'm nothing It
not candid. You've quarreled with
your father, I'm given to understand.
Or rather he's quarreled with you.
You'd better go home and make It up
with him, and warn him that I mean
business. When I’m desperate I'm very
desperate. He seems to have forgotten
that. Tell him from me that if he
doesn't let me In on the ground floor,
I’ll take good care that he'a put out of
the way of making a single penny of
profit for himself. Tell him that.
■" Your desperate uncle,
"WALTER IJOLLEXFEN.
P. S.—Your father la or will shortly
be at the Corner house, Strangs street,
Kings way.”
Philip folded up the letter, and gave
It back to Mary Pollexfen In the midst
of an extraordinary silence.
Of course,” said he, "knowing what
you did of your uncle's character you
naturally took that for a serious
threat ?"
I did—moat certainly. I thought I
would go and see my father. Then I
decided to write, and I wrote. I didn't
send him uncle’s letter. I thought that
might do more harm than good."
"And then?"
"Then I received an envelope from
my father, and the envelops contained
my own letter unopened, but tom
across. After that I received a tele
gram from uncle, which 1 have lost, but
melancholy smile, "I thought you ex
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cable to me that you should be so
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"Why did you not leave this awful
place at once?” Philip questioned.
"What!" she said. "And have de
tectives following me everywhere? That
would have been the very worst thing
I could have done."
"True." Philip agreed.,.''By the way,
did you notice much of the courtship
between your poor father and Mr*.
Upottery ?'•
"I had no Idea of tt. And nothing at
the Inqueat surprised me more than
Mrs. Upotlery's evidence.”
“Because," said Philip quietly, "Mrs.
Upottery Is undoubtedly connected
with the murder. As the linger prints
at the top of this paper are not yours,
they must be hers. And they consti
tute absolutely conclusive evidence to
my mind. She Is an astbifnohjjf wom-
an. Yesterday she stole two hundred-
pound notes out of my pocketbook and
substituted two others, while pretend
ing to faint nnd be 111. And I had not
the least suspicion of her guilt until
you showed me that these finger prints
were not yours. It flashed across me
then. It Is amaxing."
I have been following Mrs. Upot
tery about for two days," said Mary
Pollexfen quietly. "Shall I tell you
my notion about her?"
"By all means."
‘My notion about her Is that the Is
Uncle Walter himself."
'Impossible!”
‘Not Impossible! I went to poor
father's funeral this afternoon, hire.
Upottery was there. Mrs. Upottery
and I were the only two people present
from this house. It was a dreadful
business. And Mrs. Upottery appeared
to me to he acting grief, with tremen
dous gusts. Then when the creature
walked from the grave I seemed to de
tect In her gait a sort of resemblance
to my father’s."
"You know your uncle by sight?"
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"I have never seen him, unless ha is
Mrs. Upottery, and I am certain that
he la Mrs. Upottery. I feel U In my
bones that he Is Mrs. Upottery." She
stood up, excited. "No one but Unci#
Walter could have planned and work
ed that crime as It must have been
ilanned and worked. And all his evl-
ence at tha Inqueat was pure Inven
tion. It would be exactly like him to
enjoy disguising himself as a woman,
and then tA pretend that he was en
gaged to be married to the man lie
had murdered, and to embroider the
atory with details about mysterious
foreigners and Russian secret societies.
What do you think?"
"If what you aay Is true," Philip an
swered her, "your family contains In
Mr. Walter Pollexfen a criminal of
genius. But we will soon find out."
■"What are you going to do?"
"I am going up to Mrs. Upottery'*
room. She—or ho—came In Just be
fore you did."
Continued In Tomorrow’s Georgian.
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