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“ r ~n_|r OF QH PMCF” db By META SIMMINS * A •*—* K-*x k 1 J—jk_y \_y 1 K_JLj — ik> J_j Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars Author of "Hushed Up” He bent close to Ki mi ng ton, raising his face to his with a confidential move ment “Running water and oblivion,' he re peated “I expect that subconsciously that was the thought in your mind a few moments since when you committed that act of stupendous folly. My dear fellow, I appreciate your motive the mad repug nance that prompted your action but th* rank insanity of it’ Is it Inconceivabl • that I was the onlj interested observer on the bridge? Hou could you fail to realize that this London * ours is full nf eyes?" Then he knew! For a second Rimingioii stared down fascinated at the hand Saxo had laid ar restingly on Ids arm. and the sight of some reptile crawling there might have done He viewed the hand with dispassionate • riticism. realizing that it was ugls. surprisingly so to belong to a person so physical!' ’ beautiful as Paul Saxe Brown and lean, its narrow palm showed lighter than the back, like the pads of an animal: there was something curiously animal in its suggestion, indeed; the nails, though well manicured. were unusually long, and curved like the talons discolored b\ much cigarette smoking, nf an eagle “1“ with ,i start In- drew himself out nf the lethargy that had fallen upon him —"J am afraid that I am dull; I do not follow you. ’ he said. It sounded wretchedh unconvincing In his nwn ears No wonder that Saxe laughed “Come, my dear fellow. 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Jr 2 ,c=j /piAYmy il « Jt i iAS-> A d 111 F X A^y i<>2j^, V Kirf DRUM' Jr t^ZQ—'' Y ZZW] ~ " N °' N °' .. ‘y l CrfrY4| - excellently well, but I have no objection ■ to be explicit. In plain English, Rim ir.gton, why the mischief are you such an ass as to choose this place and hour to ' ric(. yourself of Fitzstephen’s ruby—the Lake of Blood?” i The blond rushed to Rimington’s face. You infernal .scoundrel then it was a trap./that letter <»f yoursJ ‘ lie cried \H thought <>f prudence, of the need of caution, fled even Betty and the dangers that threatened her were forgotten in ' the mud. overwhelming rage that w<4led l up wi;hin him at the thought of the trap irdo which he had been betrayed. The happenings of last night, which a mo- 1 mom since, as he looked at the lithe grey i l urc leaning against the bridge in the morning sunlight, had seemed so remote, like the far-off memories of some incred ible dream, returned to him now with t< two-fold force The old hou«e with its hundred clock <, the suddenly darkened room m hero ho had seemed to starnl .i target for a thousand unseen watching uses, the hideous terror of that moment when lie trodden on Betty's cloak and. feehng it soft and yielding beneath his feet, had dreaded “Tx>ok here!” Saxe’s voi< e. charged with a new note, no longer the lazy quoting voice of the drearner looking over the river, the mock ing voice of the man probing mercilessly for a secret, but brisk, incisive the voice that many times had rallies] the broken ranks of dissatisfied shareholders at Can non Street hotel meetings pierced through the mists of Rhnington’s thoughts An Indignant Denial. “That isn’t true.” it said. “I laid no trap for you you and I have both been THE A TLA VTA <1EOI?(;1AX AXD NEWS. MONDAY. .TUNE 10. 1912 i the victims of most unhappj circum ■ stances. Oh, I know what you are think i ing for Rimington had interrupted with > an impatient exclamation “and .up to a ! certain point your thoughts were just. But for those circumstances I should very certainly have been, if not your enemy at i least, not your friend I don’t profess to any amazing magnanimity concerning you why should I? You beat me at the only game I »*ver really care to win—the game of love. Yet, for all that, those circumstances have transformed me in evitably from your enemy into your ally.” He paused an<l looked at Rimington, his eyes alight with that in Ward fire that r iade their darkness amber. “There is no need for you to fence or ; arry with me. 'he said “We stand now on the same side of tire tape. We stand on tlr* common ground of our love tor one v omau. A few minutes ago, when I touched your shoulder -what did you think? That the law had stretched out its arm with a noose of circumstantial evidence ready for your neck. But it's not for yourself that you've got to be afraid, Rimington It’s not after you that the tentacles of the law are groping in the darkness. It is after the woman who was at Tempest street the night Fitzstephen died. The woman that at present you and I know to have been I’etty Lumsden ” The Unanswered Question. For a moment Rimington stood speech less. Saxe met Iris bewildered eyes with a commiserating glance. “A regular knock down blow. Isn’t it?” tie said. “But we have got to face it. The police have got wind of the fact that there was a woman in the house they are < « keeping their knowledge dark but 1 hap pen to know that is the case. The busi ness before us is to see that they get not so much as a hint of that woman's iden tity.” Rimington found his voice at last. Saxe looked surprised. “Naturally, considering that it was to see me that Miss Lumsden came to the place," he said. “Oh, it’s the deuce of a business,” he continued, in a worried voice. “I’d give my right hand that the thing had never happened. “I d be glad io know what did happen,” Rimington said quietlx . “I am somewhat in the dark.” “I beg your pardon: I forgot that you were on one side of the matter,” Saxe said, with that un-Hnglish politeness of his that seemed oddly out of place at such a moment. “It was this way, Miss Lumsden telephoned to me in the morn ing. asking my help in a matter of busi ness. As it was very urgent business, and as, owing to other engagements that could not possibly be postponed I could not see her until a late hour in the even ing, I suggested her coming to Tempest street, where I have rooms.” “You asked Miss Lumsden to visit you at a late hour in your rooms those rooms of which no mention was made in the newspaper account of the murder I read this morning." For the life of him Rim ington could not have held back the angry interruption that rose to his lips. “You are making very extraordinary state ments, Mr. Saxe." Saxe shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, don’t adopt that tone." he said. "You are not an ass. Rimington. I know that: hut you are talking perilously like one Does* a drowning woman wait for .. ; an introduction to her rescuer before she permits him to fiull her out of the water? Miss Lumsden was in very great trouble and I was anxious to help her. I did not stop to think of conventions." “You realized, in fact, that favor-seek ers can not be choosers,” Rimington said, bitterly. The mists were beginning tn clear a little from his mind. He imag ined that he dimly apprehended something of the situation. Saxe’s eyes narrowed under their heav ily fringed lids. “I do not intend to take offense," he said, "but if it were not that I need your help to extricate Miss Lumsden from her unfortunate position, it would give me Pleasure to cool your impudence a little by pitching you in the river." There was nothing of bravado in tone or manner, even the lazy inflection of the voice was unchanged: but Klminglon for all of his hatred of the man. for all of the uneasy contempt that an English man feels for the pianos mixed blood, was conscious that Saxe made no threat that he was incapable of fulfilling. Just as beneath that suave, smiling exterior one glimpsed a suggestion of fierce power ready to break into flame, so I ■ math that golden tinted ■‘kin one seemed to see the ripple of perfectly trained mus cles. hard and strong as steel. "But I do not need your help." he said. “1 need your version of what happened in the house last night to supplement inv own knowledge. I am at present in the pi sitlon >f knowing nothing whatever of . what happened after Miss Lumsden left the house." “Ho you know what happened before it?" Rimington put in sharply. "Yes; there had been a scene. Fitz stephen, into whose room the fool of a housekeeper had shown her, instead of mine, had made himself obnoxious, and Miss Betty had been upset. But it was only a trifle - the matter of a moment. She was comparatively all right, whet} I said good by to her a quarter of an hour later, and put her into a taxicab in the corner of the square out of which Temp est street opens. What absolutely baf fles me beyond the wildest conjecture is why she came back.” “Came back?” What d’you mean?" Rimington was startled in spite of him self. “Simply this —that Miss Lumsden must have dismissed the cab before it had gone I a hundred yards and slipped back into the house. She was there when you entered it, wasn’t she?” “Yes.” Rimington was so ttaken aback that almost before he was aware of it the admission had slipped from him. Saxe’s eyes gleamed for a moment. “Yes, 'but why? That’s what we must find out before a single step can be taken. There is something sinister behind it something confoundedly mysterious that absolutel.x liaftles me; for the extraordi nary thing of it all is that Fitzstephen and she were not strangers." He paused and looked at Rimingion. "Miss Betty and that unsavory brute!” he said, with an accent of sick disgust. "What can Lite connection between them be? It’s like a mine in the path -one dares not take a step lest some devastat ing explosion be the result.” "I can give you the lie direct on that point, at any rate." Rimington burst "•!. fiercely. “It is my certain knowledge that Miss Lumsden knew nothing whatever of your colleague, Mr. Eitzstephen.” “Are you so cetrain of that?” Saxe asked. “Then what is the explanation you give yourself concerning a certain precious stone which you found in Miss Betty’s bag—and why were you so un commonly anxious to get rid of that ex traordinarily valuable, if incriminating, piece of evidence?" He laid his hand on Rimingtori’s arm and there was some thing oddly pleading in the move ment. “Don't persist in treating me as an enemy," ho said. “Don’t think, as I see you are thinking, of the breaks in my story- I can join them all. Every one of my movements last night was per fectly straightforward and explicable. I am quite ready to undergo any cross examir.ation you may subject me to—but not here or at this moment. After to morrow I am at .your service--but today, and till then, we can not think of our selves. it is absolutely imperative that before the inquest on Eitzstephen tomor row. we should know' from Miss Betty's own lips the full and true version of the affair. That she won't give to me. That is where you come in. 1 want you to go now. without delay, to AVeybourne and see Miss Betty, and get her to tell you the truth." "But if I refust'?" “You will not do anything so foolish. You must realize that if Miss Betty gives Iter confidence to any one it will be to you. And you have your own discretion.'’ Continued Tomorrow.