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He realized that It would be good for his health to get out of this house as goon as possible. As regards Annette be could do nothing. He leapt for the door, slamming It behind him. The square was deserted. In front of the house was a baker's van. Evidently be was to have been taken out of London In that, and his body found many miles from the house in Soho. The driver Jumped to the pavement and tried to bar Tommy's way. Again Tommy's fist shot out, and the driver sprawled on the pavement Tommy took to his heels and ran-- none too soon. The front door opened and a hail of bullets followed him. Fortunately none of them hit him. Hiturned the corner of the square. There's one thing," he thought to himself, "they can't go on shooting. They'll have the police after them if they do." He heard the footsteps of his pursuers behind him, and redoubled his own pace. Once he got out of these by-ways he would be safe. In another , moment he had reason to bless his luck. He stumbled over a prostrate figure, which started up with a yell of alarm and dashed oft down the street. Tommy drew back into a doorway. In a minute he had the pleasure of Seeing his two pursuers, of whom the German was one. Industriously tracking down the red herring! Tommy sat down quietly on the doorstep and allowed a few moments to elapse while he recovered his breath. Then he strolled gently in the opposite direction. He glanced at his watch. It was a little after half-past five. It was rapidly growing light. He betook himself to a Turkish bath establishment which he knew to be open all night. He emerged into the busy daylight feeling himself once more, and able to make plans. First of all, he must have a square meat He had eaten nothing since midday yesterday. He turned Into a shop and ordered eggs and bacon and coffee. Whilst he ate, he read a morning paper propped up in front of him. Suddenly he stiffened. There was a long article on Kramenin, who was described as the "man behind Bolshevism" in Russia, and who had Just arrived in London--some thought as an unofficial envoy. In the center of the page was his portrait "So that's who Number 1 Is," said Tommy. "Not a doubt about it; I must push on." He paid for his breakfast, and betook himself to Whitehall. There he sent up his name, and the message that it was urgent. A few minutes later he was in the presence of the man who did not here go by the name of "Mr. Carter." And as briefly and succinctly as possible be detailed the experiences of the last few days. Half-way through, Mr. Carter interrupted him to give a few cryptic orders through the telephone. All traces Of displeasure had now left his face. He nodded energetically when Tommy had finished. "Quite right Every moment's of value. Fear we shall be too late anyway. They wouldn't wait Would clear out at once. Still, they may have left something behind them that will be a clue. You say you've recognized Number 1 to be Kramenin? That's Important. He handed a photograph to Tommy, and smiled at the other's exclamation. "I'm right, then. Who Is he? Irishman. Prominent Unionist M.P. All a blind, of course. We've suspeoted It--but couldn't get any proof. Yes, you've done very well, young man. The 29th, you say, la the date. That gives us very little time--very little time indeed." "But--" Tommy hesitated. ; Mr. Carter read his thoughts. *We can deal with the general £&ke menace, ^ think. It's a toss- Bp--but we've got a sporting chance! But if that draft treaty turns up-- we're done. England will be plunged In anarchy. Ah, what's that? The car? Come on, Beresford, we'll go and have a look at this house of yours." Two constables were on duty In ' front of the house In Soho. An inspector reported to Mr. Carter in a c low voice. The latter turned to lomray. "The birds have flown--as we t We might as well go overupstairs while I was getting the door open." "H'm, she must belong to the gang, then; but, being a woman, didn't feel like standing by to see a personable young man killed. But evidently she's in with them, or she wouldn't have gone back." "I can't believe she's really one of them, .sir. She--seemed so differ* ent--" "Good-looking, I suppose?" said Mr. Carter with a smile that made Tommy flush to the roots of his hair. He admitted Annette's beauty rather shamefacedly. "By the way," observed Mr. Carter, "have you sho#n yourself to Miss Tuppence yet? She's been bombarding me with letters about you." "Tuppence? I was afraid she might get a bit rattled. Did she go to the police?" / Mr. Carter shook his head. "Then I wonder how they twigged me." Mr. Carter looked inquiringly at him, and Tommy explained. The other nodded thoughtfully. "True, that's rather a curious point Unless the mention of the Rita was an accidental remark?" "It might have been, sir. Bnt they must have .found out about me suddenly in some way." "Well," said Mr. Carter, looking round him, "there's nothing mora to "I Heard Her Tell the Driver Charing Cross.and to Look Sharp." be done here. Good-by. Remember you're a marked man now, and take reasonable care of yourself." "Thank you, sir." Hailing a taxi briskly Tommy stepped in, and was swiftly tarne to the Ritz, dwelling the while on the pleasurable anticipation of startling Tuppence, but his enthusiasm received a che<?k. He was informed that Miss Cowley had gone out a quarter of an hour ago./, CMAPTEB XI lit.F Spy,',' r ' - Going over' the deserted honse •eemed to Tommy to partake of the Character of a dream. Everything pas Just as it had been. The prison loom with the crooked pictures, the ftroken Jug in the attic, the meeting room with its long table, but nowhere Vas there a trace of papers. Everything of that kind had either been destroyed or taken away. And .there pras no sign of Annette. "What you tell me about the girl puzzles me," said Mr. Carter. "You feelieve that she deliberately went . Aack?" $ . % wooid mm so, sir. ghe ran X The Telegram. fifeffied for the moment. Tommy strolled Into the restaurant, and ordered a meal of surpassing excellence. His four days' Imprisonment had taught him anew to value good food. He was in the middle of conveying a particularly choice morsel to his mouth, when he caught sight of Julius entering the room. At the sight'of Tommy, Julius* eyes seemed as though they would pop out of his head. "Holy snakes!" be ejaculated. "Ia it really you? Say, man, don't you know you've been given up for dead? I guess we'd have had a solemn requiem for you in another few days." "Who though 1 was dead?" demanded TommlS^'i. "Tuppence." "Where Is Tuppence?" "Isn't she here?" "No, the fellows at the office said she'd Just gone out." "Gone shopping, I guess. But, bay, can't you shed that British calm of yours, and get down to it? What on God's earth kave you been doing all this time?" "If you're feeding here," replied Tommy, "order now. It's going to be a long story." Julius drew up a chair to the opposite side of the table, summoned a hovering waiter, and dictated bis wishes. Then he turned to Tommy. "Fire ahead. I guess you've had some few adventures." "One or two," replied Tommy modestly, and plunged Into his reCltal. Julius listened spell-bound. At the end he heaved a long sigh. "Bully for you. Reads like a dime novel?" He, In his turn, assumed the role of narrator. Beginning with his unsuccessful reconnolterlng at Bournemouth, he passed on to his return to London, the buying of the car, the growing anxieties of Tuppence, the call upon Sir James, and the sensational occurrences of the previous night. "But who killed her?" acked Tommy. "I don't quite understand." "The doctor kidded himself she'took it herself," replied Julius dryly. "And Sir James? What did he think r "Being a legal luminary, he Is likewise a human oyster," replied Julius. "I should say he 'reserved •Judgment.'" He went on to detail the events of the morning. "Lost her memory, eh?" said Tommy with interest. "By Jove, that explains wby tfcegr looked a* G»a so queer!/ when I spoke of questioning her. Bit of a slip on my part, that! But it wasn't the sort of thing a fellow would be likely to guess." There was a moment's pause, and then Tommy reverted to Mrs. Vandemeyer's death. "There's no doubt It was chloral? Let's go round to tlie scene of the crime. I wish we could get hold of Tuppence. The Ritz would enjoy the spectacle of the glad reunion." Inquiry at the office reveaied the fact that Tuppence had not yet returned. "Ail the same, I guess I'll have a look round upstairs." said Julius. "She might be in my sitting-room." He disappeared. Suddenly a diminutive boy spoke at Tommy's elbow: "The young lady--she's gone away by train, I think, sir," he murmured shyly. "What?" Tommy wheeled round upon him4 "The taxi, sir. I heard,, her tell the driver Charing Cross * and to look sharp." Tommy stared at him, his eyes opening wide in surprise. Emboldened, the small boy proceeded. "So I thought, having asked for an A.B.C. and a Bradshaw--" Tommy Interrupted hjmt T "When did she ask for M| AJB.C. and a Bradshaw?" "When I took her the telegram, sir." "A telegTaru?" "Yes, sir." "When was that?" "About half-past twelve, sir." At that moment Julius came back. He held an open letter In his hand. "I say, Hersheimmer" -- Tommy turned to him--"Tuppence has gone off sleuthing on her own." '.'Shucks!" "Yes, she has. She went off tn a taxi to Charing Cross in the deuce of a hurry after getting a telegram." His eye fell on the letter In Julius' hand. "Oh; she left a note for you. That's all right. Where's shrt off to?" Almost unconsciously, he held out his hand for the letter, but Julius folded it up and placed it in his pocket He seemed a trifle embarrassed. "I guess this is nothfng to do with It It's about something else--something I asked her that she was to let me know about. See here, I'd better put you wise. I asked Miss Tuppence to marry me this morning." "Oh!" said Tommy mechanically. Be felt dazed. Julius' words were totally unexpected. For the moment they benumbed bis brain. "I'd lik6 to tell you," continued Julius, "that before I suggested anything of the kind to Miss Tuppence, I made It clear that I didn't want to butt in in any way between her yaH you--" Tommy roused himself. "Thai's all right," he said quickly. "Tuppence and I have been pals for years. Nothing more." Hie lit a cigarette with a hand that shook ever so little. "That's quite all right. Tuppence always said that she was looking oat for--" He stopped abruptly, his face prlmionlng, but Julius was In no way discomposed. "Oh, I guess ItH be the dollars that'll do the trick. Miss Tuppence put me wise to that right away. There's no humbug abefut her. We ought to gee along together very well." Tommy looked at him curiously for a minute, as though he were about to speak, then changed his mind and said nothing. Tuppence and Julius! Well, why not? Had she not lamented the fact that she knew no rich meji? Had she not openly avowed her intention of marrying for money if she ever had the chance? Why blame her because she had been true to her creed? Nevertheless, Tommy did blatqe her. He was filled with a passionate and utterly illogical resentment. Tuppence was utterly cold-blooded and selfish, and he would be delighted if he never saw her again I And It was a rotten world! Julius' voice broke in on these meditations. "Yes, we ought to gee along together very well. I've heard _|hat a girl always refuses you once--a sort of convention." Tommy caught his arm. "Refuse? Did you say refuse?" "Sure thing. Didn't I tell you that? She Just rapped out a *no* without any kind of reason to it But she'lj, come round right enough. Likely enough, I hustled her some--" But Tommy Interrupted regardless of decorum: "What did she say In that note?" he demanded fiercely. The obliging Julias handed It to him. The note, in Tuppence's well-known schoolboy writing, ran as follows: "Dear Julius: "It's always better to have things in black and white. I don't feel I can be bothered to think of marriage until Tommy is found. Let's leav* ft,.till then. "Yours affectionately, - ' "TUPPENCE." Tommy handed .It back, bis eyes shining. His feeltugfe had undergone a sharp reaction. He now felt that Tuppence was all that was noble and disinterested. ' Had she not refused Julius without hesitation? True, the note .betokened signs of weakening, but he could excuse that It read almost like a bribe to Julius to spur him on in his efforts to find Tommy, but he supposed she bad not really meant it that way. Darling Tuppenqe, there was not a girl in the world to touch her! When he saw her--His thoughts were brought up with a sudden Jerk. "As you say," he remarked, pulling himself together, "there's not a hint here as to what she's up to. Hi-- Henry!" The small boy came obediently. "One thing more. Do you remember what the young lady did with the telegram?* Henry gasped and spoke. "She crumpled It up Into a ball and threw It Into tne grate, and made a sort of nplse like 'Whoop!' sir." They hurried upstairs. Tuppence had left the key in her door. The room was as she had left it. In the fireplace was a crumpled ball of orange and white. Tommy disentangled and smoothed out the telegram. "Come at once, Moat House, Ebury, Yorkshire, great developments -- TOMMY." They looked at each other In stupefaction. Julius spoke first: "I guess it mefens the worst They're got her." < "What?" "Sure thing! They signed your name, and she fell Into the trap like a lamb." "My G--d! What shall we do?" "Get busy, and ffo .after her! Right now! There's no time to waste. It's almighty luck that she didn't take the wire with her. If she had we'd probably never have traced her. But we've got to bustle. Where's that Bradshaw?" The energy of Julius was Infectious. Left to himself, Tommy would probably have sat down to think things out for a good half hour before he decided on a plan of action. But with Julius Herslielmmer about, hustling was Inevitable. "Here we are. Ebury, Yorks. From King's CroBS. Or St. Pancras. (Boy must have made a mistake. It \*as K-ing's Cross, not Charing Cross) 12 :60, that's the train she went by. 2:10, that's gone. 3:20 Is the next." "I say, Julius, what do the} want her for, anywayT' "Eh? I don't get you?" "What I mean Is that I dorv't think It's their game to do her any l^arm," explained Tommy, puckering his brow with the strain of his mental processes. "She's a hostage, that's what she Is. As long as they've got her, they've got the whip hand on us. See?" Sure thing," said Julius thoughtfully. "That's so." "Besides," added Tommy, as an afterthought, "I've great faith fn Tuppence." The Journey was wearisome/1 with many stops, and crowded carriages. Ebury was a deserted station with a solitary porter, to whom Tommy addressed himself: "Can you tell n*- the wag: tot, the Moat house?" "The Moat house? It's a tidy step from here. The big house near the sea, you mean?" Tommy assented brazenly. After listening to the porter's meticulous but perplexing directions, they prepared ti* leave the station. It was beginning to tain, and they turned up the collars of their coats as they trudged through the slush of the road. Suddenly Tommy halted. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Influence of All Nations in Dress Hie autumn days hold rruch of Interest and charm for the woman of fashion, having tn them all the fascination of the undisclosed and the excitement of discovering what is to be worn. With Indian summer hovering, writes a fashion corespondent in the New York Times, the shore and the mountain places lure society later each year, reluctant to leave the outof- doors for the exactions of life in town. Half the social world sailed this summer to the other side, creating for Paris and London a season more brilliant than any since the prewar days. The American element of wealth and fashion abroad in holiday mood, augmented by an army of couturiers, designers end artists, contributed ipost, It la admitted, to this gayety; for the French women, even ' Brown Kasha Cloth Street Dress With Tight Bodice, Choker Collar and 8able-Banded Full Skirt Cape One of Latest Cut. the Parlsiennes, appear nowadays noticeably subdued in their attire beside the American visitors. The intimacy ami acquaintance with the inner workings of the European fashion-making world, created by present- day travel, has given American women first-hand knowledge of foreign valuation of our patronage. They find that the first styles, fishes in the pan, as it were, are designed to catch the fancy of tourists--a large number of whom take without question whatever bears the Paris label. These makes in gowns, wraps and millinery flood the market; and the • merchants over here emulate their example. To this side of the water are coming along, quickly now, models from the ateliers of Worth, Bernard, Lanvln, Jenny and the other prominent establishments. They will answer tho requirements for the Intermediate weeks, these gowns and medluraweiglit wraps for the dayp of chill and mist that mark the coming of winter. An advance style about the acceptance of which there seems to be no slightest hesitancy is the coat dress. It Is really just the one-piece gown, already found to be so comfortable, and to serve for so many different occasions. But the coat form, as if no other wrap MARVELS OF CARVING IN STONE Work of Architects of the Twelfth Century 8tand as a Challenge to the World. fit* most laboriously wrought stone carving In the world, the temple of Chenna Kesava, at Belur. India, was built in the Twelfth century to celebrate the conversion to Vishnulsm of a Jain ruler. Fergussdn says of this particular temple: "The amount of labor which each particular facet of this porch displays is sueb as never was bestowed on any surface of equal extent In any building In the world." Another masterpiece of sculptured stone, at Hullabld, India, ten miles from Belur, Is greatly ruined now, and many of Its gems have been removed to the museum at Bangalore. When intact It was the finest specimen of Indian art In existence. This column Is one of the most marvelous exhibitions of human labor to be found even In the patient East--far surpasses anything In Gothic art. The effects are said to be Just what the medieval architects were aiming at, but which they never attained so perfectly as was done at Hullabld. Fergusson farther says, placing the Hullabld temple and the Parthenon to Athens «s IM two extremes of architecture: "It would be possible to arrange all the buildings of the world between these two extremes, as they tended toward the severe intellectual purity of the one or the playful, exuberant fancy of the other; but perfection, if It existed, would be somewhere near the mean," Latin Words in English Language. Nearly one-third of the words In the English language are of Latin origin. Anglo-Saxon was spoken in England until the coming of William the Conqueror In 1066. With the Norman invasion came the Introduction of French into the English language Several thousand of the French words were Latin with a few alterations Later a still larger number of Latin words were introduced into the English language. Mosarfs Karty Musical Ability* At six years of age, the compoiser, Mozart, could compose unaided by any Instrument and knew the effects of sound as shown by notes. was needed, makes It especially suitable for fall street vrear. Made quite simply, In any of the new woolens, worn with a fur scarf, or trimmed with fur, its popularity Is cerfaln. Wide Latitude in Styles. A New York modiste Is showing a charming gown in kasha cloth, cinnamon brown* fashioned In tiers, though straight in line; beltless, the waist forming an eton effect This and each flat flounce, of which there are threp on the skirt, being edged with a narrow fringe of monkey fur»ln natural color. Obviously, there will be a wide latitude tn styles, particularly In th« all-around wool gown, for plain materials, untrimmed, are equally as good as those of bold plaid and those that are trimmed, some very elaborately. This diversity Is evident In frocks for every possible occasion. In the psychology of modern dress. It is usual to speak of the "influence" of tills or that Innovation. Modes swung so long In circles, never depart-* Ing from the conventional, that latterly, having taken fllghC, they have gone far In the search for novelty. No gown Is considered really swagger unles It shows an "Influence" or evidence of tradition. • It must be Chinese or Persian, or Egyptian, or Russian, anf the adaptation of type in line and color to up-todate requirements Is sometimes startling In th6 extreme. Designers have delved deep into the treasure houses of faraway countries and peoples for Inspiration, and have taken their motifs from palace walls, .from kings' robes, and even from ruins and tomba. In their endeavor to add significance to the dress of today. Half a century ago, fttce. embroidery, fringe and guipure were the trimmings at the command of the dressmaker. When needlework was introduced It was the fine, dainty work of the French and Italians or the more ornate of the Germans, stereotyped to the last degree. Any one In those days who elaborated her garments in any other manner was regarded as eccentric. Gradually, the needleworkers of other countries, notably Armenia, Russia, Hungary, Czechoslovakia. Sweden, have found a market here for their handicraft. This year there Is a vital "feeling" for Russian. It was seen In the summer blouses and one-piece frocks and is even more marked in the autumn styles. Something tn Russian dress impresses with its definite character. It has a dash and go, a statellness. an extravagance, as compelling as the music of the country. Its Cossack horsemanship, its polkas and mazurkas; and the most enterprising Importers are making a strong appeal with evegythlng Russian. The coat dress, the tunic, or Russian blouse dress, has great possibilities. Fur trimmed, it is effective for street wear. For the Interior It Is often heavily ornamented with Czech needlework. In colors that are invariably brilliant Of many creations coming from the most notable houses In Paris some are unusually attractive. One model equally appropriate for Street and Indoor wear Is mad^of dark blue Poiret twill. In two sections. On the princess slip of silk are built the narrow skirt and waistcoat. These are heavily faced with a hieroglyphic pattern in dull old gold and black braid, an Inch and a quarter wide. This braid also trims {he neck, sleeves, front and bottom of the tunic, which slips over, and which is very straight, altogether Russian in design. This new treatment by outlining the dress all around is accepted without fear of cutting the length of the figure unbecomingly. * A mhrersal MttMi fliat fcewtii ewsHN Wy. ^ Aids tfiftstifra, clean** Km tetft. 7 soothes the throd. . ;• ' rs i" v a^oodthin^ SMM h itc Parity ftduifi Forestalled Hostess. The hostess of a children's dan<!l was saying good-by to her guests. A dainty little girl of six, after mentally nctlng the lady's formula of leavetaking, and anxious to say the correct thing, Ingeniously forestalled her hostess with : "Good-night. Mrs. • -, 1 hope I have enjoyed myself." ' . Cuticura 8oothes Itching 8calp» v.\.' 'Chi retiring gently rub spots of draff and Itching with Cuticura Ointment. Next morning shampoo with Cuticura Soap and hot water. Make them your everyday toilet preparation* and have a clear skin and soft, whit* hands.--Advertisement Modern Version. » "Old Brown won't live long; l)e has one leg In the grate." "You mean one leg in the grave." "No; he's going to be cremated."--Pick Me Up. Speaking of women, attractive Sim* pletons are more popular with me>- than Intellectual bores. Costume of Brown Kasha Cloth An attractive cape is Introduced In an engaging model. The costume Is made c brown kasha cloth tn a style that departs from the more conventional tunic. The bodice Is tight, with a choker collar, and the full skirt Is weighted with a hand of Russian sable. One can almost see small Russian boots worn with this outfit. The robe d'lntereur, as the French say. is stunning for afternoon wear. It Is built of black, "Ralley" kasha, snd the embroidery is done in vivid colors with (much gold thread. The sleefas Is one of the best among the late models, fairly wide, straight, and Is caught Into a band, snug at the hand. The Russian turban has been introduced season after season, always with success for its picturesque quality and general becomlngness. As styles have' developed along bolder lines, the Russian turban or toque has grown into something exceedingly smart. Comparing the modern version with the original headdress of royalty, some possibilities of elaboration still remain unexpressed. Paris guards her most precious secrets jealously, gives them out reluctantly and for a big price to the world at large. It Is perhaps a little early to prophesy safely what the most successful styles of the season will finally be. but It ts possible to arrive at some general conclusions. That the silhouette will be straight curveless, tubelike 1s repeated with emphasis. In this the girl of slender, even she With the coveted boyish figure, has much the best of It. But It is the task of the modiste to give to her patron who Inclines to embonpoint and maturer lines as nearly as possible the same appearance. There is no longer any excuse nor any forgiveness for moyen age in dress or figure--Hot this side of seventy. S'S, V ys'c'A ' Beet for Light Td get the best lighting effects the callings and walls in a room should be as ligbt in color as possible. The celling and wall surfaces are secondary sources of light, receiving and reflecting light from lamps. Times Change Demand for Boots and Shoes Money put in the bank- soon bseopi the money you dea't nasd 1 f(hanges In living conditions hnve wrought radical changes In the kind of shoes manufactured today, according to a New York manufacturer. "Thirty-five years ago when our people started business we made only boots, the high-topped, pull-strap boot of fiction," he said. "A few years ago brojrans. the kind that immigrants bought and wore--stiff, steel-like soled shoes--were our main sellers. "Then same the automobile, the mechanical ditch digger and the host of Inventions that lighten labor In city and on the farm. The result of this trend In our business ts to lighten the shoe. Today the demand Is for lignt flexible, tough footwear. "Another effect of the times In shoe manufacture is to prolong the life of a pair of shoes. One doesn't have to think back far when pedestrianlsm was a sport; a diversion for Sunday afternoons and long summer nights. That wore down sole leather. Now we spend our leisure in automobiles and the shoe Is spared. "But there are compensating condt tlons In the trade. We are an outdoor^ loving generation. We like sports and we dress for them fastidiously. Whereas two pairs of shoes used to answer the requirements the average person, now It Is nothing for him to have ten or a dozen pairs--golf shoes, tennis, hiking, hunting and dress shoes." teaspoonfal equals of many otner hraBds-Iidiswfy CALUMET TK. •oonemy 04JHM POWBM other Goes farther lasts longer it Contains more than the ordinary leavening strength towmifs GREATEST BAKING POWDER BXST BY TKSV \ Sales 2% tAaa as much as MatofanyoMerJxxvxt SOFTENS HARD rATER Satin Bridal Gown. ' Autumn brides are returning to pure white satin for their wedding gowns, as contrasted with the cream and Ivory tints 'fashionable In early summer Many wedding gowns recently created are extensively embroidered with pearl and crystal beads. 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