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T IML BEHIND CLOSED DOORS By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written (Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “And this letter?" asked Dr. Ca;r.e- ron In a voice he strove In vain to keep calm. “Was but begun. The girl only saw the line ‘My beloved D ,’ a very proper beginning if she were writing to her future husband.” “Very," returned the doctor. But the suppressed sarcasm In his voice told and haughty woman who had accepted his attentions, but who had never loved him or seemed to ask his love, added their weight to his conviction. He could perceive now that her thoughts and in terest had been elsewhere. He laughed to himself with an Immeasurable bitter ness as he remembered how he had characterized by such terms as noble self control, dignified reserve and lady like hauteur, the chill, studied manner he now saw to be the expression of In difference If not actual distaste. And he had come to his vary wedding day Kneeling Before a Fire He Saw a Woman. the detective all he wanted to know "But It looked as If It were not to her future husband,” continued that wortl^'. gravely. “And finding that she had no Intimate friend whose name be gan with D , 1 began to feel as sured that my original surmise was true and that there was a third party In the case to whose influence Miss Oreto- rex's disappearance was due. I, there fore, added to the precautions already taken such others as my own judg ment suggested, causing a description of her person and clothing to be sent to many quarters usually omitted by the authorities. Besides doing this I had her various haunts searched and her friends examined. A detective was even sent to this office. hIt. and conversed with you a half hour day before yes terday without your suspecting his er rand. But all was of no avail till this morning This morning word was brought me that a person answering the description 1 had sent out had taken dinner at a certain restaurant and af terward gone to the C Hotel, where she was to be found In room No. 153. In half an hour 1 was there and in five minutes more 1 had seen her." Not EXACT. "And was; was she ” stammered the doctor. “I have said she was like the original of that picture," remarked Mr. Gryce. “But I can not swear she Is Miss Gret- orex l^er face was that of the ptiss- Ing heiress, but her clothing, while an swering In a generul way to the descrip tion of what Miss Gretorex wore on leaving home, still shows points of dif ference which an old hand like my self can not but lake note of. As for instance, the description reads: *A dress of fine blue cloth trimmed with rows of black; braid,’ while this woman’s dress is of blue cloth indeed, but not fine and not trimmed with black braid. Besides •he has a watch on anti Miss Gretorex, as we know, left hers behind her. Yet." he went on, as if in answer to Dr. Cam eron’s sudden lodk of relief—though how he could aeo It 1 can not say, for he was looking In quite a contrary di rection "clothes are alterable and faces not so much so. Though J do not pro fess to explain the discrepancies I have mentioned, I fully believe the woman in room 153 of the C- Hotel Is the lady we seek; but that we may he sure of It I have come for you." “But," cried the doctor with a frown, "if there is a third party, as you say—” “Hark!" said Mr. Gryce, "the car riage" And he arose in a way (bat admitted of no dispute. T What Has Gone Before. It is the wedding day of Dr. Walter Cameron. He is to be married at 8 o’clock that evening to Genevieve Orotorex, a beautiful society girl. At 4 o’clock I>r. Cameron Is called upon in his office by Ebenezer Gryce, a member of the Scotland Yard detec tive force. He astounds Dr. Cameron by telling him that Miss Gryce has been missing for several days. Gryce says that the girl’s mother requested his services in the hunt for her daughter, and showed him a note in which Miss Gretorex declared she would be back in time for the cere mony. Dr. Cameron Is greatly dis tressed. Gryce is continuing his story concerning hia interview with Mrs. Gretorex. Now go, on with the story. Room 153. HE ride was comparatively a si lent one Mr Gryce, never much of a talker except when he had an object in view, found sufficient oc cupation for himself in looking out of the window, while Dr. Cameron was in too perturbed a condition of mind to risk speech even if the confused na ture of his thoughts had aJlowed it. He was suffering from the tlrst real blow’ his pride had ever received; for he knew now that it was his pride that had been hurt and not his heart, his pride which was so great that at the very thought of humiliation his whole future became clouded. He a betrayed lover! lie an outraged bridegroom! It was an intolerable thought and yet he could not escape from it. For now that he had turned his back upon that part of the city which had held his hopes, and was en route with a detec tive to an obscure hotel down town, he knew as well as if he had already recognized her that he was going to see there Genevieve Gretorex. The utter sinking at his heart assured him of it. The thousand and one mem ories of his acquaintance with the cold Loss of Power and vital force follow loss of flesh at 5 emaciation. These come from impov J3 eriahed blood. Dr. Pierce’# | Golden Medical Discovery ■3 enlivens a torpid liver—enrtrhea tha blood—stops the waste of strength and tissue and builds up healthy flesh—to J3 the proper body weight. As an appe- 3; tiring, restorative tonic, it sets to 3; work all the processes of digee ion “ and nutrition, rouses every organ into natural action, and brings back health and strength. S '6m anything else be u good” la take I without suspecting the truth; had bought his presents and fitted up his house for a bride that had actually left her home and resorted to the most mis erable of subterfuges to escape him. It was enough to crush all gentleness out of him, to make of a once generous and amiable man a cynic and a mlsanthropis Ills working features showed his feel ings, his clenched hand his determina tion. If it was as he feared, and Miss Gretorex should be found by him in hid ing. Instead of in her father’s home dressing for a ceremony to which a thousand guests had been invited, he would flee the city, leave the country, and with it the derision of his enemies, and the no less unacceptable sympathy of his friends. In his imagination he w’hm already half across the ocean, when the carriage came to a standstill. Hook ing up. he saw they were before the hotel and the character of his thoughts changed. "What time Is it’." he asked abruptly. "Just five minutes to six." Not Much Time. “Late! if fate should be so unex pectedly propitious as to prove your sur mise wrong, and I should wish to get back to St. Nicholas Place by eight." "No," said the detective. "It has taken us just eighty minutes to come down, and It will take us just eighty minutes to go back. That will give us ten minutes for what you want to do here and leave you a full half hour in which to change your coat and don a white necktie- all that I see you need to do before taking your part In the an ticipated ceremony." "You calculate without delays." "I see no cause for any." “You cannot always prevent them I should not wish to be late if the bride is not." he somewhat sarcastically sug gested. The detective did not seem to fear any such result. As they were alighting from the car riage the physician’s thoughts seemed to take another turn He glanced at his companion, and though he did not meet his eye—something which very few could boast of ever doing—he seemed satisfied with his scrutiny, for he re marked : “You have meant to show me a kind ness. Mr. Gryce.” The detective did not contradict him. At the entrance of the hotel Dr. Came ron again addressed him. “You have promised she shall not see me.” “I will keep my word.’’ “Give as little cause for scandal as you can." he said. They went up stairs. Mr. Gryce shrugged his shoulders. "Trust me," was his laconic rejoin der They went up stairs, quietly passed down a hall or two and stopped in a dark passage. “Walt,” enjoined the detective; and he stepped up to a girl that was loiter ing in the vicinity. A few words settled his business and she came rapidly forward, stepped by the doctor and opened a door near by with a key she toook from her pocket. “Room 152 happens to be a very con venient one for our purpose,” whispered Mr. Gryce, as the girl passed in and left them a minute alone. “It has its main door and has this other and but 1‘ttle used one, opening into an alcove with curtains. The girl is gone to see f the lady wishes anything. She will leave the door ajar when she comes out.” I >r. Cameron flushed scarlet and drew nastily litt-k. "aL i& 1 i sneaking piece of business,” h© objected. “But it must be done,” quoth the other; then as the girl came out, he added, “if she is the patient you seek, her parents will be only too grateful to you for your attention.” Dr. Cameron frowned, subdued his natural feelings and followed in the wake of the detective, who had al ready stepped across the threshold. The room or r/ther the alcovt thus entered was dim and for a moment he saw nothing but the bed that together with a wardrobe took up most of the space before him. But in another in stant he had observed the thin streak of light made by the separation of the two heavy curtains that hung bettveen him and the apartment beyond, and w’alking quickly up to it, he looked through. Shook His Head. A pathetic sight greeted him. Kneel ing before a fire, whose leaping flames seemed neither to lend warmth to her Icy cheek nor comfort to her miserable heart, he saw a woman; whose list less eyes, fixed upon a paper that was consuming on the hearth, saw noth ing beyond, seemingly In this world or the world to come. But apparent as was her misery, the doctor saw in that first glance but twp things, her face and her form. Both were unmistak able. They were those of Genevieve Gretorex. His look as he fell back revealed the truth. The detective who was close at his side took his arm without a word and turned toward the door. But Dr. Cameron, moved perhaps hy some vague memory of the despair he had seen, turned round again to the cur tain and allowed himself one other glance. His face softened as he looked and he involuntarily raised his hand to the curtain as If moved by some un controllable Impulse to enter, when he felt his companion’s firm clasp close around his arm, and yielding to that kindly bpt Inexorable will, be wheeled about and followed Mr. Gryce out of the room. “So there is no mistake?” inquired the detective. The doctor shook his head. Mr. Gryce softlv closed and locked the door out of which they had come. Giving the key to the girl, who was not far off, he remarked, “It Is not the person we seek,” and quietly led the way toward the stairs. But here Dr Cameron stopped him. “What are you going to do?” asked he “Ride to St. Nicholas Place as fast as I can." “And what do you expect me to do?" The detective opened out his hands French fashion. “I have no further control over your movements." he ob served. Dr. Cameron still held him back. “Mr. Gryce," said he, “have you seen tills young lady yourself?" “Certainly, before 1 went for you to Identify her." “You noticed how pale she was. then, how unhappy.” ”1 did not think so." “She Is the living picture of de spair.” Mr. Gryce’s hand that was sliding up and down the stair rail suddenly stopped "Your emotions make you exagger ate," he declared. "It is scarcely three hours since I saw her. and she struck me then as looking not only well, but full of bloom and hopefulness.” The Detective Looks. “Go and look for yourself," suggested the doctor. “If I am any reader ©f countenances It is a wretched woman we leave in yonder.” Mr. Gryce paused no longer. Gliding swiftly back, he procured the key opce more, took a glance for himself and came out troubled. “I don’t understand it,” his look seemed to say to the unconscious key as he handed it back for the second time to the obliging chambermaid. The girl may have surprised that look. At all events, she ventured upon a word or two that seemed to move the de tective strangely He gave the key another glance, asked a question or two and then hurried away to the office by another stair than that which was guarded by Dr. Cameron’s tall figure. He was gone five minutes and the doc tor was beginning to lose control over his patience when the detective ap peared below, and hastily beckoned to him. Dr. Cameron at once ran down. There was a change In the detective’s manner which he could not but notice. “It is as I said," remarked ha Mr. Gryce laughed—he did sometimes —and hastened toward the street door. “We have no time to lose,” he affirmed. She Had a Visitor. "You have not, perhaps,” exclaimed his companion, energetically. “But my duty is here; Mifcs Gretorex looks as if she needed a friend, and if it is true that her mind is affected ” “Hark!!’ cried the other in his short est, sharpest accents. “Five minutes ago I might perhaps have agreed with you, but since then I have heard some thing which changes my mind. Sir,” he asserted, ‘‘since I saw the lady three hours ago she has had a visitor, a gen tleman. She received him in her room; they talked a full hour, and when he went out he stepped up to the girl we saw upstairs, and—summon up your courage, sir, if you love her—said that he was coming back again at 9 o’clock; that he would bring a clergyman with him; that, Itl short, he expected to mar ry the lady this very evening in the room in which he had just left her, and wished it put in readiness for the purpose. Fie told the same story to the clerk downstairs, and " "HIj name what was the villain’s narn« or didn’t he leave any name? Quick! let me know my whole disgrace at once.” “He left a card, and the name on it is one you may know." And the detective handed over to his companion a visiting card on which was inscribed— DR. JULIUS MOLES WORTH. "Molesworth!" repeated the other in a tone of incredulous amazement. “Im possible! Some one has made use o X his card." An Amazing Thought. "You think so?” “I know so. She could never have become entangled with him. He is a graduate of the Medical School and is all right, in a professional way, but he is on the Health Board, and confines his practice to charity patients In the Ward. She could never have even met him.” “Jt is not always safe to say whom a woman may or may not meet." “She would never have been attracted to him if she had Molesworth i$ one of the most eccentric of men." And Dr. Cameron drew up bis fine figure in a way that was sufficiently significant. Mr. Gryce smiled and shook his head. “l#et us make ourselves sure of the matter.” said he. And. leading the way back to the office, he asked a descrip tion of the owner of the card. “A peculiar looking person," answered the clerk. “Medium-sized, but with a faro that means business. His hair is dark and he wears no beard. He has a pleasant smile, but his frown makes you feel as if you wanted to stand from un der. His clothes—" But Dr. Cameron had already drawn the detective to the door. “Let us get away from here," he cried. To Be Continued To-morrow. Not Slow. A reverend gentleman was address ing a school class recently, and was trying to enforce the doctrine that the hearts of the little ones were sin ful and needed regulating. Taking out hia watch and holding it up he said: "Now, here is my watch; suppose it doesn’t keep good time—now goes too fast, and now „*oes slow. What shall I do with it?’’ “Sell it!" shouted a small young ster. Advice to the Lovelorn The Mistakes of Jennie .:. s y hal coffman Being a Rentes of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City By BEATRICE FAIRFAX., THAT IS HER PRIVILEGE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a foreigner, aged 21, and deeply in love with an American girl of 17 years. I call to see her two or three times a week and she seems to like it very much, but her parents wish me to come over oftener than that and take her out for good times and other places of amusement She says she loves me. but tells me the good times she has with other boys in my absence. I told her to stop going out with other boys, and she promised me net to do so. , Friends have told me she still goes out with other boys, and this is very displeasing to me. A WOOING LOVER. She is not engaged to you, and therefore not bo)nd to obey you. I am afraid, being only 17 and friv olous. she loves a good time more than she loves you. She will outgrow all that in time, and you must be patient YOU ARE NOT ENGAGED, Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 19 and deeply in love with a girl one year my Junior. I am with her every other night. On the night she is not with me she is with some other man, which makes me feel bad, as I love the young lady dearly. If I remon strate with her about this matter she says it is none of my affair Do you think she is true to me? CARL. I think she is having w r hat every girl of her age regards as "a good time,- and as she is not engaged to you or to any, she can not be accused of being untrue to any man. Don't And fault unless she has given you the right. DON’T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY. Dear Miss Fairfax: Please tell me how I should punish a young man who really thlnks a great deal of me (as all his friends have told me), but who said to me in a joking manner that his friend liked me and thought I was just fine, but he is trying to tell him that I am not as fine as he thinks I am. I am a very good looking young iadv-and have many admirers, but like him the best of all. as he treats me fine when he takes me out. This young man is a critic and criti cises everything that comes in his path. I want to teach him a good lesson, but don't know how to go about it. n. A. G. He likes to tease you. and will con tinue to tease you as long as you let him. pon’t take him seriously; that may cure him. But it may please you to know: that men never tease a girl they do not like, very, very much. The Bright Side. Mrs. Knoall was greatly puzzled— | and not without reason. The fact is, she happened to meet Mr. Newlywed one morning as he was'pushing to catch his train, and ventured, with her usual solicitude for other folks' affairs, to hope that Mrs. Newlywed wasn’t having trouble with her ser vants. "Oh, no!" said Mr. Newdywed. “We've got three!” Then he dashed off, leaving Mrs. Knoall gasping. Three servants, in deed! Why, it was common knowl edge in Suburbville that the Newly- I weds were anything but rich. How on earth, then, could they afford to ! keep three servants? Mrs. Knoall felt j forced to call on the bride that aft- I ernoon to make investigations. | On his return home in the evening Mr. Newly wed was greeted with this question: "John, what ever made you tell Mrs. Knoall this morning that we keep three servants?" John smiled. "Well, don’t we, my dear?” he asked. “It seems to me that we al ways have one going, one coming and one here!” “We don’t want girls that flirt,” J ENNIE started in to work at the new place Mon day morning. In the meantime, Jennie had tried to figure out how she was going to keep up the payments on her clothes. Her salary was now $5 a week and the weekly payment she had to make was $1.50. That, with home to live on. So Jennie resolved to keep on looking for another job every spare minute she could find. Tom (fame over to Jennl's house once in awhile now. in the evenings. Sometimes Jennie was home but, more often she wasn’t, and Tom would sit and talk with Jennie’s boarding housekeeper. That kind old lady was broken hearted the way Jennie acted and asked Tom if there wasn’t anything he could do to show Jennie how wrong it was to act the way she did. Tom didn’t see what he could do—he had asked her to marry him and she had refused him, but he told Jennie’s old friend that if there ever WAS anything he could do to help, to let him know. There was a young man that Jennie often used to flirt with on the car, and one noon time, when she was on her way to a place to look for a job she had heard about, she met the young man go ing into the same building she was. When she went into the place to inquire of the manager for a job, who should be the manager but the same young man that she had flirted with on the car. 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