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Clean-Up Sale
OF HISTORY
By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM,
Author of "The Master Mummer." "A Prince of Sinners." "Mysterious Mr.
Snbln." "Anna the Adventuress," Etc.
OF
Odds and Ends
Copyright, 1005, 1900. by LITTLE. IlllOWN, and COMPANY.
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4,SlrGporg." ntu sniil. "your warn
ing, ns you see. was barely in time.
Wo tiro adventurer mill adventuress
detected. I suppose you tiro n magis
trate. Don't you think you ought to
ilt'tniu us?"
"What can I do to help you?" ho
naked simply.
She looked at him eagerly. There
were mud spots nil tip her gown, oven
upon her face. Hot lialr was wildly
disordered. She carried iter hat in Iter
hand.
"You mean It?" she cried.
"You know that I do!"
She turned and looked up the road
41I011:; which they had come. There
was no soul In sight. She looked oven
up at the long line of windows which
frowned down upon them from the
Hack to the hall. They, too, were
empty. She thrust n long envelope
suddenly Into his hand.
"Guard this for me." she whispered.
"Don't let any one know that you have
It. Don't speak of it to any one. Keep
It until I can send for It."
He thrust It Into Ids inner pocket and
"buttoned his Coat.
"It Is quite safe," he said simply.
Her eyes Hashed her gratitude upon
lilm. For the llrst time he saw some
thing In her face, heard It In her tone,
which made his heart heat. After all
elio was human.
"You are very good to me," she mur
mured. "Relievo me, I am not quite
o had as I seem. Goodby."
lie turned with her toward the car,
and she gave a low cry. lie, too, start
ed. The car was a mile away, tearing
up a hill and almost out of sight. In
tho lane hehlud they could hear the
sound of galloping horses. lie caught
Lor by tho wrist, dragged her through
the gate and behind a great shrub on
tho lawn.
"Stay there!" he exclaimed hoarsely.
"Don't move. I will come back."
Half a dozen horsemen were coming
along the lane at steeplechase puce.
Lord Runton, on his wondeiful black
liorsc, which no man before laid ever
oou him gallop save across the softest j
or country, pulled up outside the gate.
"Seen a motor go by, Duncombe?" he
called out.
Duncombe nodded.
"Rather!" he answered. "Fielding
and Miss Fielding In It. Going like
mad!"
Runton waved his companions on
jind leaned down to Dunoombe.
"Reastly unpleasant thing happened,
Duncombe," ho said. "Fielding and
his daughter have bolted. Fielding
seems to have half killed a messenger
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De Rotho and stolen some papers.
Fact of tho matter Is he's not Fielding
at all, and as for the girl Lord knows
who she is! Sorry for you, Diinconibe. I
Hope you weren't very hard hit." j
lie gathered up his reins.
"We've sent telegrams everywhere,"
t o said, "but the beast has cut the tele
phone, and Do Rotho blasphemes If wo
talk about tho police. Iff) n queer
business."
He rode off. Duncombe returned
where the girl was standing. She was
clutching nt the branches of the shrub
ns though prostrate with fear, but at
his return she straightened herself.
How much had she heard, he won
dered. "Don't move," he said.
. She nodded.
"Can any one see me?" she nsked.
"Not from the road."
"From the house?"
"They could," he admitted, "but It Is
tho servants' dinner hour. Don't you
notice how quiet the house Is."
"Yes."
She wan very white. She seemed to
And some dlfllculty In speaking. There
was fear In her eyes.
"It would not bo safe for you to
leave here at present," he said. "I am
going to take you Into n little room
leading out of my study. No one ever
goes in it. You will bo safe there for ti
time." ,
"If I could sit down-for n llttlo
while."
He took her nrm and led her unre
sistingly toward tho house. The li
brary window was closed, but ho open
ed It easily and helped her through.
At the farther end of tho room was an
luncr door, which ho throw open.
"This Is a room which no one except
mysolf ever enters," ho said. "I used
to do a little painting here sometimes.
Sit down, please, In that easy chair.
I am' going to get you a glass of wine."
They heurd tho library door sudden
ly opened. A voice, shaking with pas
sion, called, out ids name,.
"Duneombe, are you here? Dun
combo!" There was a dead silence. They
could hear hln moving about tliu
room.
"Hiding, are you? Unite! t'omo
out, or I'll by heavens, I'll shoot you
If you don't tell me tho truth. I heard
her voice hi the lane. I'll swear to It."
Duncombe glanced quickly toward
his companion. She lay back In the
chair In a dead faint.
CHAPTKR XXI.
THE three men were sitting at
a small round dining table,
from which everything except
the dessert had been removed,
Diinconibe filled hl-i own glass and
passed around a decanter of port. Pol
ham and Spencer both helped them
selves almost mechanically. A cloud
of restraint had hung over tho little
party. Duncombe raised his glass and
half emptied Its contents. Then he
set It down and leaned back In UU
chair.
"Well," ho said. "I am ready for tho
Inquisition. Go on, Andrew."
Pelham lingered his own glass ner
vously. Ho seemed to find his task no
easy one.
"George." he said, "we are old
friends. I want you to remember It.
I want you also to remember that I
am In a hideous state of worry and
nerves." Ho passed his hand over his
forehead Just above his eyes, as
though they were hurting him. "I am
not behaving to you as a guest should
to his host. ,1 admit It freely. I have
lost my temper more than onoo during
the last twenty-four hours. I am sor
ry. Forgive mo If you can, George."
"Willingly, Andrew," Duncombe an
swered. "I shall think no more about
It."
"At the same time." Pelliam contln
tied, "there Is another point to be con
sldered. Have you been quite fair to
me, George? Remember that Phyllis
Poynton is the one person whose exist
ence reconciles me to life. You had
never even heard her name before I
sent for you. You went abroad, like
the good fellow you are, to find her
for me. You assure me that you have
discovered nothing. Let me put you
upon your honor. George. Is this ab
solutely true?" ,
"I have discovered nothing about
Phyllis Poynton," Duncombe declared
quietly.
"About Miss Fielding, then?"
"Phyllis Poynton and Miss Fielding
are two very different persons," Dun
combe declared.
"That may be so," Pelham said, "al
though I find It hard to believe that
God ever gave to two women voices
so exactly similar. Yet If you are as
sured that this Is so wbytnot be ul
together frank with me?"
"What have you to complain of?"
Duncombe asked.
"Something has happened at Runton
House. In which Mr. Fielding and his
daughter are concerned," Pelham con
tinued. "I have heard all manner of
strange rumors. This afternoon I dis
tinctly heurd the girl's voice In the
lane outside. She was crying out as
though In fear. A few minutes later I
heard you speaking to some one In the
library. Yet when I entered the room
you would not answer me."
"Supposing I grant everything that
you say, Andrew," Diinconibe answer
ed. "Supposing I admit that strange
things have happened with regard to
Mr. Fielding nnd his daughter which
have resulted. In their leaving Runton
House even that she was there In the
lane this afternoon-how does nil this
concern you?"
"Rocause," Pelham declared, striking
the table with his fist, "I am not satis
lied that the girl who has been staying
at Runton House nnd calling herself
Miss Fielding Is not In reality Phyllis
Poynton."
Diinconibe lit a cigarette and pnssed
them round.
"Do you know what they are saying
tonight of Mr. Fielding and his daugh
tor?" he asked quietly.
"No!"
"That tho one Is a robber and the
nther an adventuress," Diinconibe an
iwered, , "This much Is certainly true,
l'hey have both left Runton House at
a moment's notice und without taking
tonvo.of their host and hostess. Re
member, I never know rhyllls Poyn
ton. You did. Ask yourself whether
she Is tho sort of young person to ob
tain hospitality under falso pretenses
and then abuso It to associate herself
In a fraud with a self confessed rob
ber; 1 - -
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