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It was the word ‘darlin’’ wot give ‘im away.” London Puneh. & es Infant Bou. hey Tire uh, “Atal Irritated, Inflamed or Free Eve Book. Muise Eye or Gratulated une Murine Write for Ca. Chicas om" C0800 TRIN Copyright 1920 by the Author. By Vill. CARNEHAN-—-Continued. — fo “Won't you be fair to me, Red? You know you're everything to me. But whilt's Inez to you that you've got to let her come between us and spoil everything? We were so Nappy before you listened to het lies . . . Please, Red, please !™ There was ‘an Instant’s pause, vibrant with the passion of her pur- pose and his doubts. But that very moment of Indecision told her she was winning--had already won. Her arm moved round his neck, drawing his head down. He resisted stubbornly, byt of a sudden yielded. With a low cry he crushed her to him. The hard stubble of his beard, un- shaven for three days, rasped her sensitive skin, The reek of his breath was sickening as he sought the fra- grance of her mouth. But she steeled herself, repressed her shudder of re pulsion, let him have his way, even mustered a show of response that contented him. For If her flesh crawled, her heart sang; she had won. He had dropped his pistol; it lay un- heeded on the table beside them. She terms of endear in answer to his half-coherent The movement brought her table and the pistol, al- it and Carnchan. - He She debated broken words. a hand without that until free suspicions, grope behind she her might fingers 80 her What sound it was that startied whether a footfall on the stairs a door banging on one of the lower she never knew. But the man lifted his head sharply, listening, and was that? Red . . ." thrust Altogether He muttered: “What “1 didn't hear anything, With no warning more she grasping at the air, his face a tragicomic mask of maudlin stupefac. tion, until the wal behind him brought him up. At the same time under ike a thunder. bolt. He pulled himself together and started for her, Mut ducked smartly under the threat of his own pistol, But the reaction was Involuntary, dictated by instinct more than by con- Drink and rage had put He could not grasp the pos- implicit In her attitude, He knew only revenged, For a moved, Hite The neither girl was spoke nor motionless, pose in a face abnormally pale with excitement. shoulders bowed, head thrust forward, murder glimmering in bloodshot eyes. A dull growling is sued from his half-open lips. Abrupt- ly, making nothing of the pistol, he charged head-long. She had not dreamed he would dare The pistol exploded in a waver. ing hand, and its shot went wide; but Died Her Arm Wound Around His Neck, Drawing His Mead Down, its fire scorched the face of the beast and added the pang of physical pain necessary to make his madness blind lust to kill His body crashed Into hers wit) terrific force. Both reeled back against the table. Ponderous ns it was, this inst swung out of place. The lamp toppled, rolled upon its side, and went over the edge with a nolse of splinter: ing glass. * The girl, borne bodily back across the table, lay kicking and struggling while Carneban's bands closed round her slender throat. Somehow she had i i lost hold of the pistol. Her Ineffective fingers tore at wrists of steel, A gust of hot air rose round her head. She saw Red's face fitfully {l- lumined by a bluish glare. The glass reservoir of the lamp had broken, and the oil, spreading upon the rug, had caught fire of the flickering wick. She redoubled her efforts, but the pressure upon her windpipe was cruel beyond description, her brain was reeling, so was all the world, Darkndss was fast closing In upon her like a black fo. . +. » Then something happened, some. thing miraculous intervened, Too dazed to comprehend, at first eon- scious only of the freedom of her throat, she was caught up and carried swiftly away, Set upon her feet, she found herself io the hall, at the head of the stairs, Mario supporting her with an arm, To his anxious Inquiry, she returned a ghastly smile and a feeble shake of her head, “What happened?’ she creaked In a volce she did not know as her own, “I returned-—thank God!—in time!” “But Red—7" “Knocked senseless—back there—" Through the open doorway she caught a glimpse of a room that seemed a well of raging flames, violet, orange and green. Then Mario picked her up again and started downstairs, On the first landing she heard him shouting the alarm of fire. She strug. gled, her down, held her hand and dragged her ga as they plunged down fight after flight, . Before they descent, and he put but had accomplished half the house was bnz On had fair. gh the tenants the lowermost ly to fight their way throu crowd of panicstricken swarming out of their cells. A motorenb was waiting at the curb Mario hustled her Into the followed, and slammed the door. Evi dently the driver was already In structed: he made off without delay. Leonora collapsed, sobbing weakly, upon the hosom of Marlo, landing they vehicle, IX. AT MIDNIGHT, And sobbing as though her heart break, the girl Priscilla to herself in the ordered luxurious security of that quiet home on Park avenue But it was some time hefore her be mussed wits were able to grasp the singular eclrcumstances that attended this return, or this awakening-—which She had been recalled too harshly, from that dreams to the sane world of her waking exist. ence, At first she found nothing strange In the fact that she, who had lost consciousness in darkness quiet and solitude, should regain it In a con fusing glare of light, see the Intent, anxious countenance of Phillp Fos. dick bending over her. as he sat on the edge of ths bed, holding her by the shoulders, and hear the bleating of her Aunt Esther, who stood beside Philip, kneading together vague and futile hands. But the sobs ceased when the odd ness of it all at length struck home, and Priscilla sat up, shaking off Philip's hands and instinctively draw- ing her negligee together over her night«liress, “Why, Philip!” “And Aunt Esther! matter? “1 fancy you can tell us that,” Philip came too suddenly, ghe stammered. Is anything the “I'm sure I don't understand in the This was Aunt Esther, “It Doe. He sald he had telephoned you some time agp. and you answered him so peculiarly, he wanted to make sure You were all right. So I brought him up" “1 think you understand, ‘Cilla Philip interposed In a guarded man- ner, “And we found you writhing and moaning In your sleep—and do what we could it seemed impossible to wake you up!” . “ “1 see” sald Priscilla~* under. stand. I'm sorry to Rave worried you 0... She tried to smile reassnringly for Philip's sake, but the attempt was not nltogether a success. Her memories were too vivid, too moving, the pain fo her heart too new and keen. Her ligh quivered, her wide dazed eyes once more brimmed with tears, Fosdick looked aside to Mrs. Trow. beldge. “Priscilla’s in a highly nerv- ous state,” he explained with the an thority of the physician. “But I've been studying her for some time and have the case, 1 think, well in hand. If you don’t mind telephoning my of- fice that I can’t get there within an hour or twn, I think I can quiet her so that she'll sleep naturally for the rest of the aight.” But he knew very well that the of. fice telephone would not be answered, and that it would take Aunt Esther nt least ten minutes to find that out , . . When they were alone he turned agnin to Prisciiia. “You must tell me your dream, ‘Cilla dear--let me help you all I can” In the stress of her emotion, quite shoughtlessly, acting wholly upon an impulse of gratitude and affection, she insisted in a broken whisper—*no- body can. They've escaped. Philip— she and Mario have—they love each other and are going to be married and Oh, it's so impossible, so mad, so silly of me! But I can't help it. I'm jealous, Philip—I'm wild with CHAPTER SIX The Gathering Storm, I. THE PLAIN MAN, ANDREWS. Dally from nine till noon Dr. Philip Fosdick sat In his consultation room, a grave, pleasant spoken, quiet-man- nered gentleman, dispensing Interest, sympathy and wisdom without stint to all and sundry who thronged fy ing room with care-worn faces and one by one filed in to lay bare to him sick bodies, minds and souls. Today, however, he found himself irked by his patients, attending with a divided mind to thelr complaints— the undercurrent of his tho stantly preoccupied with the riddle of and Priscilla Maine So he was relieved when the clock struck twelve, and for once he forced inflexibly his rule to see no body after office hours but by appoint. ment, Alone, he tilted clasped hands behind his head, and focussed his gaze upon remote ab straction, A look of pain lurked In the clear and steady eyes of gray, dis consolation in the set of his firm, thin. lipped mouth: the debacle of a love, for many years the ruling motive of his life, foreshadowed In his medita- tion. Not for an Instant had he forgotten the confession of love for Mario im- plicit In Priseflin’s confession of jealousy of Leonora. From the first sensitive to the girl's romantic interest in this man, Fosdick had seen In it no cause for active con- cern so long as Mario remained no more pondernble than a figure In a dream. But now It appeared that, like Leonora, whom Fosdick had seen in the flesh: like Bielinsky, known to and wanted by the police; like the gunman Carnehan whose. haunts Fos dick had been frequenting in search of a key to the riddle: like all these folk, Mario was a thing of flesh and blood, and so perilous to all Posdick's hopes of happiness, and Priscilla, too. For Marlo, in love with If not al- ‘ready married'to Leonora, was lost to her already. However heavily it might cost her, Priscilla must resign herself to renunciatien. And then |, Time would have to do the rest, with its magical hands of healing and ob- literation. In time Priscilla would forget, and be healed, and would find herself anew. And then another's turn would come. He had been patient now these many years, he could be patient a It tle longer. And while he waited he would he helping her; he who alone could help her to fokget. For her dreams must cease they must be stopped by one means of another, so that the figures of Marlo and Leonora might no longer haunt and torment her. It could be done, they could be stopped, it was a question of means merely. Fosdick pondered two, allke distasteful: drugs and hypnotism. Sincerely Fosdick believed he chose the lester evil when, taking a pad of blanks, he jotted down a formula for a sedative which he hoped might give the girl nights of dreamless sleep without harmful reaction, The assistant who answered his summons took the prescription to be nghts con Leonora &1- back his chair, a Mr. Andrews, by appoint ment, Ushered In, he sat himself In the easy chair beside Fosdick's desk, mumbling a cigar and nursing a rusty derby on his knees: a commonplace citizen incarnate at the mean of his unremarkable mediocrity, distinguished by nothing whatever more than an utter lack of distinction; the sort of man who, as we say, would pass In a crowd—unseen, To Fosdick's pleasant query: “Well, Andrews, what luck?” he replied mild. ly: “Guess I got your party located all right” “So soon?" Fosdick's trayved some excitement; “Where?! “Hotel Walpole,” Mr, Andrews stated In a volce exasper atingly mate ter-of-fact, “You're sure? “Well, she answers your description, Registered about twelve last night. Seemed all fussed up. Wore a long cloak and no hat, A dark-complected guy that come with her fixed up for manner hes she and beat vance, because didn't bring no it “Under what name did she ter?’ “Nora O'More.” Mr. Andrews pro- duced a slip of tracing paper from a worn leather wallet. “lI took a copy off the register” Fosdick studied briefly the signature: a round, hand, “Is she at the Walpole now?” “Nope—she flew the coop with the dark-complected guy ahout ten mornin’, He KiLL RATS TODAY toed r Ha CUsTAn killer” Jor Sun Aa, Bi ties tone y troy both food sad propery Stearns’ Hieetrie Paste foroes these frou the bualiding Tor water and fresh air. READY FORUSE-BETTER THAN TRAPS Directions in 15 languages in every b Two sizes, dean) $100. Encough'to kill Ww , 49 mis U. 8. 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A big box costs only a trifle with your druggist’s guarantee. what looked like a lady's-maid. car, and the Jap has her goin’ the porter can nip his tip.” Fosdick’ frowned thoughtful moment riage Heense “Uh-huh, ties has bureau?” but nobody 1 applied to hitch. there If today they for per up mission shows he'll “Where do gimme a buzz” as a in a on, arry Heity 7 people rule, $ want to ma: aurry “Jersey City, gen'ly: sometimes Conn.” “Wish you'd get in touch with both " “Sure, Pant) ck Besitated {f of ot “1 presume th “Nope, only- “Did you “Yeah the then reminded othing m y A 0 Pr yunno that ( nrnehan find fm, too? said Mr. Andrews placidiy— He kicked off in a {ast night. A guy I know p'leece headquarters gimme morgue, ten'ment fire down to It seems Carnehan and Bie Blood shot up and a coupla plain while ago, yunno Leo the what a harness bul linsky anyway he shootin’; but it seems somebody slipped headquarters the tip It was Carnehan bumped off the detectives, only headquarters wasn't lettyn’ on it win’ Carnehan’'d maybe think it was all right to come up for alr, and do it Well, anyway: them two is layin’ up In a flat in one of them ten'ments. Blellnsky just manages to get out before the stalre caves, and is spotted and pinched when he tries to sneak through fire lines. He says Carneban was slow gettin’ to the of him bein’ stewed, and this mornin’ they takes Leo to the morgue and shows him the stiffs they'd dug outa the ruins and he identifies one as Carmehan.™ “But are the police satisfied with his identification? 1 understand the members of these gangs are rather loyal to one another, Blelinsky may have lied to give Carmnehan another chance” “Oh, I dunno. I guess headquarters must've figured It was Carnechan be fore they called on Leo, Only my friend eays they finds this body In the ruins of the ten'ment next door, where ase the where these two birds was hisdin'. to get away acrdst the roofs them olllaw ten'ments: firetraps, that's all, And that gale last night helped alot . . H. RESIGNATION. When he called, noon, through =zome had a brave smile of welcome for him, although he fancied it a trifle forced; for the effort she was making to keep a stiff upper lip seemed only too ap parent to his solicitous regard, “Philip, I do believe you're never on time I” “Seldom if ever,” he asserted sol. emnly. "One must sport a professional mannerism or two, you know, to hold the confidence of one's clientele, if one simply won't wear a beard or tote a shabby black bag™ “I almost think,” she sald, “I'd prefer the beard, plus punctuality, this after. noon at least, Next to sitting through a musical comedy, I don't know any. thing more enervating than waiting for the doctor's call” “I'm sorry, Cilla.” he protested con. tritely. “I really was more keen to get here than you could possibly have been to see me.” . “Don’t be too sure” Philip found something almost pathetic in this tug. tive flash of her rare coquetry. “1 was lonely, waiting, with no company but my thoughta™ “But not unhappy? “No-0" she admitted dublously, giv. ing him tea—"nor happy, either: rather, I should say, resigned. You wee, Phillp, they-