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Duncoinho gave vent lo it little ox-1 Halfway tip til
.clumatlon of triumph. Pcllinni for tin
moment was speechless.
"Awfully sorry If I misled you In
any wny," Spencer continued. "I nov
r imagined your connecting my re
quest with the disappearance of Phyl
lis 1'oynton. Why should I?"
"The fact Is," iJimcombe Interposed,
"there Is u girl staying at ltuiitoii
House whose voice Pclliuiu declares Is
exactly like Phyllis roynton's and
whose general appearance, 1 will ad
mlt, Is somewhat similar to the photo
graph I showed you. It Is u eoluel
deuce, of course, but beyond that It Is
absurd to go. This young lady Is a
Miss Fielding. She la there with her
father, and they are Invited guests,
with all the proper credentials."
Spencer nodded.
"I suppose It Is because I am not a
lady's man." he said carelessly, "hut
il must admit that all girls' voices
sound pretty much alike to me."
"I wish to heaven that I could see
your face!" Pclhnm exclaimed. "I
should know then whether von wore
telling me the truth."
"The weak point about my tempo
rary profession Is," Spencer remarked
thoughtfully, "that It enables even
strangers to insult one with impunity."
"If I have misjudged you," Pclliain
said, with some dignity. "1 am sorry.
I am to understand, then, that you
linve no news whatever give, us
.about the disappearance of Phyllis
Poyntou and her brother?"
"Not a scrap," Spencer answered.
"I will wish you both good night,
then," Pelhiun said. "No, don't trou--lile,
George. I can find my way quite
avoII by myself."
He disappeared, aud Duncombe drew
4i little sigh of relief.
"Hxcltable person, your friend!"
Spencer remarked.
Duncombe nodded.
"Very! I frightened to death
that he will make an ass of himself
before Miss Fielding. If he hears her
speak lie loses his head."
"Nice girl?" Spencer asked.
"Yes very!"
"What sort of a fellow's the father?"
"Very quiet. I've scarcely spokon to
lilni. They're Ainerlcaus. Friends of
Lord Huntou's brother out lu New
"York. Ever heard of them?"
"Yes, a feu times."
"You seem Interested."
"1 am very."
Duncombe turned suddenly white.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Spencer hold his cigarette between
Ills fingers and looked at It thoughtfully.
"Mr. Fielding of New York," he snld,
""sailed for America from Havre Inst
."Saturday. Ills daughter has gone to
Jtussla with a party of friends."
Duncombe sprang from his seat,
nis cigarette slipped from his fingers
and fell unheeded upon the cat-pet.
"Then who who are these people?"
lie exclaimed.
Spencer shrugged his shoulders.
"I thought It worth while," he said,
"to come over and find out."
furze fjushes ami i -,
e tlrst ascent he
id struggled Into
I Short lengths of
passed. A figure lit
sight from the opposite side the llg
ure of a girl. Her skirts and cloak
were being blown wildly about her.
She wore a Hat tam-o'-shanter hat,
from under the confines of which her
hair was defying the restraint of hat
pins and elastic. She stood there sway
ing a little from the violence of the
wind, slhn and elegant notwithstand
ing a certain Intensity of gaxo and
bearing. Duncombe felt his heart give
a quick Jump as lie recognized her.
Then he started up the hill as fast as
he could go.
She stood perfectly still, watching
him clamber up to her side. Her face
showed uo sign of pleasure or annoy
ance at his coming. He felt at once
that it was not he aloue who had
realized the coming of the tragedy.
No words of conventional greeting
passed between them as he clambered
breathless to her side. The wind had
brought uo color luto her cheeks. There
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CHAPTER XIX.
FEW minutes before 10 the
following morning a mounted
messenger , from Runtou
House brought the following
:noto for Duncombe:
Runton Ilouao, Friday Morning.
My Doar Duncombo FIoldlnR has cried
oft the shoot today. Says ho has u motor
comlny over for him to try from Nor
wich, and his dutiful daughter remains
with 1dm. Thought I would lot you know
In case you cared to como and look them
up. Best I could do for you. Ever youra
sincerely. RUNTON.
Duncombo had breakfasted alone.
Pelhnm had asked for something to bo
ent up for him, aud Spencer, after a
cup of coffee In his room, had gono
out. Duncombe did not hesitate for
a moment. Ho started at ouce for
Itunton House.
A marvelous change had taken place
In the weather since the previous day.
'The calm splendor of the early au
tumn seemed to have vanished. A
strong north wind was blowing, and
the sky was everywhere gray and
threatening. The fields of uncut corn
were bent like the waves of the sea,
-and the yellow leaves ciimo down from
the trees In showers. Piled up masses
of black clouds were driven across the
sky. Scanty drops of rain kept falling
lu earnest of what was to come as
soon as the wind should fall. Dun
combo had almost to fight his way
along until, through a private gate, ho
entered Itunton park. The house lay
down In the valley about a mile away.
To. reach It one bad to crosj njrldge of, '
A Jl'jurc laid struuyled Into sight Jrom
tin' opposite side.
were rims under her eyes. She had
the appearance of one who had como
Into touch with fearsome things.
"What do you want with me?" she
asked. "Why are you here?"
"To he with you," ho answered.
"You know why."
She laughed mirthlessly.
"Better go back," she exclaimed. "1
am no lit companion for any one to
day. I came out to be alone."
A gust of wind came tearing up tho
hillside. They both struggled fo;
breath.
"I came," he said, "to llnd you. I
was going to the house. Something
has happened which you ought to
know."
She looked back toward the long
white front of the house, and there
was terror In her eyes.
"Something Is happening there," shj
muttered, "and I am afraid."
He took her gloveless hand. It was
as cold as Ice. She did not resist his
touch, but her fingers lay passively In
his.
"Let n.o bo your friend," be pleaded.
"Never mind what has happened or
what is going to happen. You are In
trouble. Let me share It wltlx you."
"You cannot," she answered "you
nor any one else In the world. Let me
go! You don't understand!"
"I understand more than you think,"
he answered.
Sho turned her startled eyes upon
him.
"What do you mean?" she cried.
"I mean that the man whom wo em
ployed to trace tho whereabouts of
Phyllis Poyntou and her brother ar
rived from Paris last night," ho an
swered. "He wanted a list of Lord
Runton's house party. Can you guess
why?"
"Go on!"
"Mr. Fielding of New York left
Havre on Saturday"
"Stop!"
Her voice was a staccato note of
agony. Between the fingers which
were pressed to her face ho could see
the slow, painful flushing of her
cheeks.
"Why did you como to tell me tills?"
sho asked lu ujow tone. '
(Continued en Pk Blx.)
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