v M6U3Mf MWi!MffttMifMMmft m w i tnmmnto&zp(Ff&fta&$Xj$i& L rtitAv liuivVu VJUVfekSsi A,W"5,-l'WJRAJunft wi t vr &v. ai :M.r,A.stffWsttfAi, A MAKER OF HISTORY By E. rillLLIPS OFPENHEIM. Author nf "The Manttr Mummer," "A Prince of Slnntrt." "Mutttrtutu Mr. firthto," "Anna the Adventurtu," Etc. Copyrljjht, 1905. 190C, by Little, Brown, and Company. (Continued from Pnga Threo.) comlio romnrkctl. "Ccfine make you a whisky and sodn, old chap. You look n bit tired." "Very good of you. I think I will," Andrew answered. "And, George, fire you mire that 1 should not he putting you out at all If I were to stay say another couple of days with you?" Duncombo wheeled round and faced IiIh friend. His reply wan not Immedi ate. "Andrew," he said, "you know very well that I haven't a pal In the world I'd Hoouer have here than you for Just as long as you choose to stay, but for give me If I ask you one question. Is It because you want to watch Miss Fielding that you have changed your mind?' "That has a good deal to do with It, George," Andrew said quietly. "If I left without meeting that young lady again I should be miserable. 1 waut to hear her speak when she does not know that any one Is listening." Duncombo crossed the room and laid his hand upon the other's shoulder. "Andrew, old fellow," he said, "I can't have It. I can't allow even my best friend to spy upon Miss Fielding. You see I've come a bit of a cropper. Quick work, 1 suppose, you'd say. lint I'm there all the same." "Who wants to spy upon Miss Field IngV" Andrew exclaimed hoarsely. "She can be the daughter of a multi millionaire or a penniless adventurer for all I care. All I waut Is to be sure that she Isn't Phyllis Poynton." "You are not yet convinced V" "No." There was a moment's silence. Dun combe walked to the window and re turned. "Andrew," he said, "doesn't what I told you Just now make a difference?" Andrew groaned. "Of course It would," he answered, "but Pm fool enough lo feel the same about Phyllis Poynton." Duucombe, In tho full glow of sen sations which seemed to lilm to give a larger and more wonderful outljok on life, felt his sympathies suddenly awakened. Andrew Pelham, his old chum, sitting there with his huge, .dis figuring glasses and luwcd head, was surely the prototype of all that was pathetic. He forgot all his small Irri tation at the other's obstinacy, lie re membered only their long years of comradeship and the tragedy which loomed over the life of his chosen friend. Once more his arm rested upon his shoulder. "I'm a selilsh brute, Andrew'." he said. "Stay as long as you please and get this Idea out of your brains. I'm trying to get Miss Fielding and her fa ther down here, and If I can muuage It anyhow I'll leave you two alone, and you shall tall: as long as you like. Come, we'll have a drink together now and a pipe afterward." Ho walked across to the sideboard, where the glasses and decauteis were arranged. Then for the tlrst time he saw upon tho tray awaiting him a tele gram. He gave a little exclamation as he tare it open. Andrew looked up. "What Is It, Gcotvju?" he asked. "A telegram?" Duucombe stood with his eyes glued upon tho oblong strip of paper. A curious pallor had crept Into his face from underneath the healthy tan of his complexion. Andrews sightless though he was, seemed to feel the pres ence In the room of some exciting lu llueuce. lie rose to his feet and moved toftly across to the sideboard. "Is It a telegram, George?" he whis kered hoarsely. "Head It to me. Is It from Silencer?" Duucombe collected himself with an effort. "It's nothing," he answered, with a little laugh In which all tho elements of mirth wero lacking, "nothing at all. A note from Heggs, my head keeper, about some poachers. Confound tho fellow!" Andrew's hand was suddenly upon the sideboard, traveling furtively across lis shining surface. Duucombe watch- et'f fit wfth a curious souse of fascina tion, Ho felt altogether powerless to Interfere. Ho was simply wondering how long It would be before those long, powerful lingers bcized upon what they bought. Ho might even then have swept aside tho envelope, but he felt no Inclination to do so. The lingers were moving slowly but surely. Final ly with a little grab they seized upon It. Then there was another monieut of suspense. Slowly the hand was withdrawn. Without a second's warn lug Duncombo felt himself held In tho grip of a glnnt. Andrew had him by tho throat. "Ton lmvo llcil to mc, George!" ho cried. "There wna n telegram!" CHAPTER XVIII. IT Boomed to Duncombo that time stood still. Andrew's face, whol ly disfigured by the hideous dark spectacles, unrecognizable, threat ening, was within a few Inches of his own. He felt his hot breath upon his cheek. For a moment there sfolo through his numbed senses fear of more terrible things. And then the grip which hold him relaxed. Andrew stood away gasping. Tho crisis was over. "You Hod to me, Goorgo. Why?" Duucombe did not answer. He could not. It was as though his body had been emptied of all breath. "You meant to keep tho contents of that telegram a secret from mo. Why? Was I right, after all? Head me that telegram, George. Head It to mo truth fully." "The telegram Is from Spencer," Duncombo said. "Ho Is coming hero." "Here? Is he giving up tho search? Has ho failed, then?" "Ho does not say," Duncombo an swered. "He says simply that he Is coming here. Ho has wired for a mo tor to meet him at Lynn. Ho may be hero tonight." A discordant laugh broke from Pel ham's lips. "What about your Miss Fielding now?" he exclaimed. "Why do you suppose that he Is leaving Paris and coining here? I whs right I know that I was right." Duucombe stood up. His expanse of shirt front was crumpled and battered. Ills whlto tie was hanging down In ribbons. "Listen, Andrew!" he exclaimed. "I am speaking of the girl by whose side I sat tonight at dinner, who calls her self Miss Fielding, who has In plain words denied that she knows anything of Phyllis Poynton. I want you to un derstand this. Whatever she may choose to call herself that shall be her name. I will not have her questioned or bullied or watched. If Spencer comes hero to do either, I have finished with him. I elect myself her protector. I will stand between her ami all sus picion of evil things" "She has found a champion Indeed!" Polham exclaimed fiercely. "With Miss Fielding I have nothing to do. Yet you had better understand this. If she be Phyllis Poynton she belongs to mo and not to you. She was mine before you heard her name. I have watched her grow up from a child. I taught her to ride and to shoot and to swim. I have watched her listening to tho wind, bending over the flowers In her garden. I have walked with her over fho moor when the twilight fell and (he mists rose. We have seen the kindling of the Blurs, and we have seen fho moon grow pale and the east ern sky ablaze. 1 have taught her where to "look for the beautiful things of lite. She has belonged to me In all ways save one. I am a poor, helpless creature now, George, but by tho gods, I will let no one rob mo of my one holy compensation. She Is the girl I love, the better part of myself." "Phyllis Poynton may be all these filings to you." Ouncombc answered. "I do not know her. I do not recog nize her. Find her If you can. Make of her what you will. All that 1 ask of you Is that you divest your mind of these senseless suspicions. Seek Phyllis Poynton where you will, but leave alone the woman whom I love. I will not have her troubled or an noyed by needless Importunities. Sho says she Is Miss Fielding. Then she Is Miss Fielding. It Is enough for mo. It must be enough for you!" "And what about Spencer?" Pelham asked grimly. "Spencer In this matter is my serv ant," Duncombo answered. "If his search for Phyllis Poynton entails his annoying Miss Fielding, then ho Is dls missed. I will have no inoro to do with the business." "I have heard of this man Spencer," Andrew answered. "If you think that he Is tho sort of creature whom you can order about like that, I fancy that you are mistaken. You may try to call III tit oil', If you like, but you won't succeed. Ho Is searching for Phyllis Poynton, and he Is coming here. I be lieve that he will llnd her." Tho windows wero wide open, and both men suddenly turned round. There was no mistaking tho sound which camo to them from tho road outside the regular throb and beat of a perfectly balanced engine. Thou they heard n man's voice, cool and precise. "Hero you are, thou, and a sovereign for yourself. A capital little car this. Good night!" The little Iron gate opened and clos ed. A tall man In a loose traveling coat and carrying a small bag entered. I He saw Dunoombe standing at the i open window and waved his hand. As , ho approached his boyish face lit up Into u smile. "What luck to find you up!" ho ox claimed. "You got my telegram?" "An hour ago," Duucombe answered. "This Is my friend, Mr. Androw Pel ham. What will you have?" "Whisky and soda, and a biscuit, please," was tho prompt reply. "Havo not upset you, I hope, coming down from tho clouds In this fashion?" . "Not In 'the 'least? Eumcoinbo an Bwered. "You've made us very curi ous though." "Dear me," Spencer exclaimed, "what a pity! I came here to ask questions, not to answer thorn. You've Bot me a regular poser, Duncombo. By Jove, that's good whisky!" "Help yourself," Duncombo answer ed. "Wo won't bother you tonight. I'll Bhow you a room as soon us you've had a cigarette. Fair crossing?" "No Idea," Spencer answered. "I slept all tho way. Jolly place you've got hero, Duncombo. Nice country too." "Thoro is just one question," Polham began. "Shan't answer It tonight," Spencer interrupted firmly. "I'm dead sleepy, and I couldn't guarantee to tell the truth. And when tomorrow comes I'll bo frank with you I've very little to say. Pardon me, but where does Mr. Polham como In In this matter?" "Pelham," Duncombo said slowly, "was a neighbor of Miss Poynton's in Devonshire. It was through him that I first wont to Paris to search for her." Spencer nodded. "Glad to meet him, then," ho re marked. "There nre n few questions I shall be glad to ask him in the morn ing." "Thorp Is one," Polham said, "which you must answer now." Spencer raised his eyebrows. Ho was standing with his back to thorn 1 now, helping himself to sandwiches from n dish upon tho sideboard. "Hy Jove, your cook does understand ' these things," ho remarked, with his mouth full. "No Idea I was so hungry. What was that, Mr. Pelham? A ques tion which must bo answered now?" i "Yes. You telegraphed to Duncombo to know the names of Lord Huuton's guests, and now you have co'mo hero yourself. Why?" i Spencer helped himself to another sandwich. "I came hero," he said, "because I didn't soom to bo getting on In Paris. It struck me that the clew to Miss Poynton's disappearance might, after , all, be on this side of the channel." Pelham guided himself by the tablo to the sideboard. He stood close to Spencer. "Mr. Spencer," he said, "I am almost blind, and I cannot seo your face, but I want you to tell mo the truth. I ex pect It from you." "My dear fellow," Spencer answered, "I'm awfully sorry for you, of course, but I really don't seo why I should an swer your questions at all, truthfully or untruthfully. I have been making a few Inquiries for my friend Duncombo. At present I regret to say that I have been unsuccessful. In their present crude state I should prefer keeping my discoveries, such as they are, to my self." Pelham struck the sideboard with his clinched fist so that all the glasses rat tled upon tho tray. Ills face was dark with passion. "I will not be Ignored In this mat tor," he declared. "Phyllis Poynton and her brother are nothing to Dun combo. He acted only for mo. Ho cannot deny it. Ask him for yourself." "I do not need to ask him," Spencer answered. "I am perfectly well aware of the circumstances of the case. All the same, I go about my business my own way. I am not ready to answer questions from you or anybody else." "You shall tell me this nt least," Pel ham declared. "You shall tell me why you telegraphed here for the names of Lord Huuton's house party." "Simplest thing in tho world," Spen cer answered, relinquishing his attack upon tho sandwiches and lighting a cigarette. "I did It to oblige a friend who writes society notes for the New York Herald." to de continued. TAYLOR NAMED MAYOR OF 'FRISCO Dean of University of California Suc ceeds Schmitz. I San Francisco, July 17. 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