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<5Z#CM €ammi tr&m Or cgk SYNOPSIS. At a private view of the Chatworth personal estate, to be. $old at auction, the Crew Idol mysteriously disappears. Harry Cressy, who was present; describes the ring to his fiancee, Flora Gilsey, and her Chaperon, Mrs. Clara Britton, as being like a neuihcii gO«3, witu s beautiful sap­ phire set in the head. Flora meets Mr. Kerr, an Englishman. In discussing the disappearance of the ring, t'he exploits of an English thjef, Farrell Wand, are re­ called. Kerr tells Flora that, he has met Harry somewhere, but cannot place him. $20,000 fevrard is offered for the return of the ring. Harry takes Flora to a Chinese fjldsmitli's <o buy an engagement ring. n exquisite sapphire set In a hoop of brass is selected. Harry urges her not to wear it until it is reset. The possession of the ring seems to cast a spell over Flora. She becomes uneasy and ap'prs- hensiv? Flora is startled by the effect or. Kerr when be gets a glimpse of the B&pphire. The possibility that the stone t« part of tha Crew Idol causes Flora much anxiety. Unseen, Flora discovers Clara ransacking her dressing room. Flora refuges lo give or sell the fttone to Kerr, and suspects him of being the thief. She decides to return the ring to Harry, but he tells her to keep It for a day at two. Ella Buller tells Flora that Clara Is setting her cap for her father. Judge Buller. Flora believes Harry sus­ pects Kerr and is waiting to make sure of the reward before unmasking the thief. Kerr and Clara confess their love Jor each other. Clara is followed by a China­ man. of his prey! Ho was stalking the gar­ den, beating the hushes, walking up and down. All at once he stopped and raised a white baffled face to her window. She shrank away. She was in peril of Harry now. He knew her no longer innocent. She had held the ring against him in the • face of the iaui u« uuu iOiu ucf !«• He And he must guess her motive. must suspect her now. In her turn she ran. up and up a twisted side stair, shortest passage to her own rooms. At least lock and key could keep her safe for the next few hours. After that she must think of something else. CHAPTER XIX--Continued. "Well, for a fact, I know it is stolen!" He leaned toward her; and his arms, still flung out with the hands open as argument had left them, seemed to her frightened eyes all ready for her, ready with his last ar­ gument, his strength. Once before she had feared herself face to face with the same threat in the eyes and body of another man, but here, her only fear was lest Harry should get the sapphire away from her. His doing so would dash down no ideal of him. It was mere phys­ ical terror that made her tremble and raise her hand to her breast. Instant­ ly she saw bow she had betrayed the sapphire again. He had taken hold of her wrist, and, twist as she might, he held it, horribly gentle. She pressed back gainst the glass until she felt it hard behind her. "Harry," she whispered, "if you care anything, if you ever want me fof yours, you'll take your hands away." She meant It; she was sincere In that moment, for'all she shrank from him. Her body and* mind would riot have been too great a price to give him for the sapphire. But these he seemed to set aside as trivial: These he expected as a mat­ ter of course; he was going to have that other thing, too--the thing she had clung to as a man clings to life; and that now, parting from, she would give up not without a struggle as sharp as that with which the body gives up breath. She wrestled. He seemed all hands. He put aside her struggles, her pleadings, as if they were thistle-down. Then all at once she felt his arm around her.neck. She couldn't move her body. She could only turn her head' from ^is hot breath. For a mo­ ment he held her, and yet another moment; and then, terrified at what this strange immobility might mean, ehe raised her eyes and saw he was not looking at her. Though he held her fast he was not conscious of her. Straight oyer her head he looked, through the window and down into the garden. Her eyes followed. It lay beneath, the wonder of its morn­ ing aspect all blanched and dim. She saw the silhouette of rose branches in black on the sky. She saw the flowers and bushes all cfne dull tone. But In the midst of them the oval of the path shone white; and there, as in the aft­ ernoon, standing, looking upward, was the dark figure of a man. Her heart gave a great leap. Just so she'd been summoned once before that day, but what infernal freak had fetched him back to repeat that dan­ gerous sally, and brought him finally into his enemy's grasp? She tried to make a gesture to warn him, and just there Harry released her, dropped her so that she half fell upon the window- seat, and made a dash across the room for the light. In a moment they were in darkness. In a moment, to Flora pressed against the window, the garden sprang clear, and on the form­ less figure below the face appeared, white in the starlight looking up. She cried out in wonder. It was not Kerr. It was the blue-eyed Chinaman. After her haunted drive, after her escape, after Shima's search, he was there, still inexorably there; small,di­ minished by the great facade of the house, but looking up at it with his calm eye, surveying it, measuring its height, numbering Its doors, trying its windows. Harry was beside her again. He was tugging frantically at the window. It resisted. She saw his hands trembling while he wrestled with it. Then it went shrieking up and he leaned out. , "What do ycu want?" he ealled' and, though he used no name, Flora saw he knew with whom he was speaking. The Chinaman stood im­ mobile, lifting his round, white face, whose mouth seemed to gape a little. Harry leaned far out and lowered his voice. "Go away, Joe! Don't come here; never come hare!" There was a quiv­ er in his voiee. Anger or apprehen­ sion, or both, whatever his passion was, for the moment it overwhelmed him, and as the Chinaman stood un­ moved, unmoving, at his commands, Harry turned sharp from the window and dashed out of the r^om. Flora heard him renning, running down the stairs. She hung there breathless, waiting to see him meet the motion­ less figure; but while she looked and waited that motionless figure sudden­ ly took life. It moved, it turned, it flitted, It mixed with shadows, became a shadow; and then there was noth­ ing there. Nothing was there when Harry burst out of the garden door and stood staring In the empty oval. How dis­ tracted, bow violent he looked, balked CHAPTER XX. Flight. * By live o'clock in the morning she was already moving softly to and fro, so softly as not to rouse the sleeping Marrika. By seven her lightest bag was packed, herself was bathed, brushed, dressed evet) to hat and gloves, and standing at her w'ndow with all the listening alert look of one in a Waiting room expecting a train. She was watching for the city to begin to stir; watching for enough traffic below in the streets to make her own movement there not too no­ ticeable. Yet every moment she wait­ ed she was In terror lest her fate should take violent form at last and assail her in the moment of escape. She listened for a foot ascending to her room with a message from Clara demanding an audience. She listened for the peal of the electric ball under It was ten o'clock in the morning, three hours since she had left her house and a most reasonable time of daylight, when Flora turned out of the flatness of "south of Market street" and began to mount a slow-ris­ ing MIL As she ne&red the hilltop she glanced at a card from her chaislain, consulting the address upon it Then anxiously she scanned the house- fronts. It was not this one, nor this; but the square white mansion she came to now stood so far retired at the end of its lawn that she could not make out the number. As she peered a young girl came down the steps be­ tween the dark wiugs of the cypress hedge, a slim, fair, even-gaited crea­ ture dressed for the street and draw­ ing on her gloves. As she pas&ed Flora made sure she had seen her be­ fore. There was something familiar in the carriage of the girl's head and hands; something also like a pale re­ flection of another presence. Pale as It was, it was enough to reassure her that this was the house she wanted. She ascended the steps beneath the arch of cypress and immediately found herself entering an atmosphere quieter even than that of the little street below. It was quiet with the quiet of protectedness, as if some one brooding, vigilant care encircled it, defending it against all inroads of violent action and thought. It had been long since any young girl had carried such a heart of passionate hopes and fears up this mossed path between these peaceful flower beds. This appearance of the place began HI iVWftnm / ' , w i f 1 r r aijd they are only here im a few days more. They are going immediately." She was looking at Mrs. Herrick all the while she was telling her wretch­ ed lie, and now she even managed to smile at her. "I thought how lovely it would be If you could go there with me, I should like so very much to be In It flrot tuith VA»I f A Katttv ****** MM -- « J gu over it with me and tell me how to take care of It, as it's always been done. I should hate to do it any dis­ respect." Her hostess smiled with ready an­ swer. "Of course I will go down. I should be glad, but it must be in a day or two. Indeed, perhaps it would be better for you to have your people first and I can come down, say Mon­ day afternoon or Tuesday." Flora faced this unexpected turn of the matter a little blankly. "Ah, but the trouble Is I can't go down alone." It was Mrs. Herrick's turn to look blanlt "But Mrs. Britton?" "M^s. Britton isn't going with me; she can't." "I see." Mrs. Herrick with a long, coft scrutiny seemed to be taking in more than Flora's mere words repre­ sented. "And you wouldn't put it oft until she can?" "I couldn't put it off a moment," Flora ended with a little breathless laugh. "I do so wish you would come down with me this morning, for I must go, and you see I can't go alone." Mrs. Herrick, sitting there, com­ posed, In her cool, flowing, white and violet gown with the red flowers in her lap, still looked at Flora inquir­ ingly. "But aren't there some wom­ en in your party old enough to make it possible and young enough to take pleasure in it?" Flora shook her head. "Oh, no," she said. Her house of cards was tot­ tering. She could not keep up her brave smiling. She kn$w her distress must be plain. Indeed, as she looked at Mrs. Herrick she saw the effect of it. Her heart sank. If only she had told the truth--even so much of it as to say there was something she could not tell. .What she had said was un­ worthy not only of herself but of the end she was so desperately holding out for. Now in the lucid gaze con­ fronting her she knew all her inten­ tions were taking on a dubious color, Mrs. Herrick considered a moment. "Why can't he do it for himself?" she threw out suddenly. It made Flora sta^t, but she met it gallantly. "Because he won't. I shall have to make him." • "You!" For a moment Flora knew that she was preposterous in Mrs. Herrick's «y«s--aiiu then that she ww pathetic. Her companion was looking at her with a sad sort of humor. "My dear, are you sure that that is your re­ sponsibility?" Flora's answering smile was faint "It seems as strange to me as it seems absurd to you, but I think I have done something already." "Are you sure, or has he only let you think so?" We have all at «on>e time longed, or even thought it was our duty, to adjust something when It would have been safer to have kept our hands off," Mrs. Herrick went on gently. "Oh. safer," Flora breathed. "Oh, yes; indeed, I know. But if something had been put into your hands without your choice; if all the life cf some one that you* cared about depended on you, would you think of being safe?" Flora, leaning forward, chin in hand, with shining eyes, seemed fairly to impart a reflection of her own pas­ sionate concentration to the woman before her. Mrs. Herrick, so calm in her re­ poseful attitude, calm as the old por­ trait on the wall behind her, none the less began to show a curious sparkle of excitement in her face. "If I were sure that person's life did depend on me," she measured out her words de­ liberately. "But that so seldom hap­ pens, and it is so hard to tell." "But if you were sure, sure, sure!" Flora rang it out certainly. Mrs. Herrick in her turn leaned for­ ward. "Ah, even then it would de­ pend on him. And do you think you can make a man do otherwise than his nature?" v Flora answered with a stare of mis­ ery. "I know what you must be think­ ing--what you can not help thinking," she said, "that the whole thing is un­ heard of--outrageous--especially for a girl so soon to--to be--" She caught her breath with a sob, for the words she could not speak. "But there is nothing in this disloyal to my engage­ ment even though I cannot speak of \ But All Her Household Was Still Un stirring When at Last She Went Step by Step. Harry's hasty hand--Harry, arrived even at this unwarranted hour with heaven knew what representative of law to force the sapphire from her. But all her household was still un- stirring when at last she went, soft step after step, down the broad and polished stair and acrdss the empty hall. She went quiet, direct deter­ mined, not at all as she had fled on her other perilous enterprise only yes­ terday. She shut the outer door after her without a sound and with great relief breathed in the fresh and faint­ ly smoky air of morning. She walked quickly. It was a cross- town car bound for quite another lo­ cality that she climbed aboard. It was filled only with mechanics and workmen with picks and shovels. She sat crowded elbow to elbow among odors of stale tobacco; stale garlic, stale * perspiration, and looking straight before her through the car window watched the aspect of the city, still gray, grow less gleaming and formal and finally quite dirty, and quite, quite dull. This was all as she had intended, very much In the direction of her er­ rand, and safe. But in Market street the car line ended, and she was turned out again in this broad artery of . commerce where she was in dan­ ger of meeting at any moment people she knew. She made straight across the thoroughfare to its south side, turned down Eighteenth and in a mo­ ment was hidden in Mission' street She went, glancing at windows as she passed, looking for a place ^here she could go to breakfast. She turned into the first restaurant that offered, and after a hasty glance around it to be sure no one lurked there that might betray her she subsided into the clatter with relief. It was one more place to let time pass in, for It would be full two hours before she could fulfill her errand. She stayed as long as she dared, drinking two cups of the hideous coffee; stayed while many can\e and Went; until she felt the proprietor noticing her. That revived her consciousness of the pos­ sible dangers still between her and the end she held in view. She had heard of people being arrested for auspicious conduct. She didn't fefel sure In what this might consist but surely such an appearance could be avoided by walking fast and seeming to know exactly where one was w»- ing. to bring before Flora the full enormity and impertinence of her errand, but though her heart beat on her side as loud as the brass Knocker upon the door, she had no mind for turning back. A high, cool, darkly gleaming Inter­ ior, mellow with that precious tint of time which her own house so lacked, received her. And here, as well as out of doors, all the while she sat waiting she felt that protected peace was still the deity of the place. To Flora's eager heart time was stream­ ing by, but the tall clock facing her measured it out slowly. Its longest golden finger had pointed out five min­ utes before the sweeping of a skirt coming down the hall brought her to her feet. Mrs. Herrick came in hatless, a honeysuckle leaf caught in her gray crOwn of hair, geraniums in her hand. Flora had never seen her so informal and so gay. Flora apologized. "I knew if I came at this hour I should interrupt you, but really there was no help for it" She glanced down at her satchel, had to go this morning, and before I went I had to see you about the house. I'm going down to look at it and--and to stop a while." Mrs. Herrick hesitated, deprecated. "But you know Mrs. Britton wasn't satisfied with the price I asked." "Oh," said Flora promptly, "but I shall be perfectly satisfied with it, and I want to take possession at once." The positive manner in which she waved Clara out of her way brought up In Mrs. Herrick's face a faint flash of surprise; but It was gone in an instant, supplanted by her ques­ tioning, puzzled consideration of the main proposition. "Oh, I hope you haven't come to tell me you want It changed," she pro­ tested. "You know it's quite absurd in places--quite terrible indeed. It's 1870 straight through, and French at that; but even such whims acquire a dignity if they've been long cherished. You couldn't put in or take out one thing without spoiling the whole char­ acter." "But I don't want to change it, I want it just as it is," Flora explained. "It Isn't about the house itself I've come, it's about going down there. You see there are--some people, some friends of mine. I haven't promised them to show the house, but I have quite promised myself to show it to them* I •Oh, I'm Afraid I Shall," Flora M u r m u r e d ; "That Is If--" stained false, like her words, under the dark cloud of her own misrepre­ sentation. Yet they were not false, she knew. Her motives, the end she was struggling for, were as austere as truth itself. She could not give up without one bold stroke to clear them of this accusation. "Do you think there's anything queer about it?" she faltered. "Queer?" To Flora's ears that sounded the coldest word she had ever heard. "I hardly think I understand what you mean." "I mean is it that you think there's more in what I'm asking of you than I have said?" The two looked at each other and before that flat question Mrs. Herrick drew back a little In her chair. "I have no right to think about it at all," she said. "Well, there Is," Flora Insisted. "There's a great deal more. I am sor­ ry. I should have told you, but I wa? afraid. I don't know why I was afraid of you, except that In this matter I've grown afraid of every one. It's true that there may be people going down --at least, a person. But it isn't, as I let you think it, a house party at all. It's for something, something that I can't do any other way--something," she had a sudden flash of insight, "that, if I could tell you, you would believe In, too." Mrs. Herrick's look had faded to a mere concentrated attention. "You mean that there Is something you wiBh to do for whoever is going down?" •<> "Oh, something I must do," mora insisted it to Harry Cressy; and nothing I hope to gain for myself by doing what I am trying to do. If I succeed it will only mean I shall never see him--the other one--again." Mrs. Herrick rose, in her turn be­ seeching. "Oh, I can't help you go into it! It is too dubious. My dear, I know so much better than you what the end may mean." "I know what the end may mean, and I can't keep out of it." "But I canno* go with you." There was a stern note in Mrs. Herrick's voice. "I'm afraid I didn't quite realize how much I was asking of you. You have been very good even to listen to me. It's right, I suppose, that I should go alone." Mrs. Herrick looked at her in dis­ may. "But that is impossible!" Then, as Flora turned away, she kept her hand. "Think, think," she urged, "how you will be misunderstood." "Oh, I shall have to bear that--from the people who don't know." "Yes, and even from the one for whom you are spending yourself!" Flora gave her head a quick shake. "He understands," she said. "My dear, he is not worth it." Flora turned on her with anger. "You don't know what he is worth to me!" Mrs. Herrick looked steadily at this unanswerable argument. Her hold on Flora's hand relaxed, but she did not release it. Her brows drew together. "You are quite sure you must go?" Flora nodded. She was speechless. "Did Mrs. Britton know you were coming to me?" "No. She doesn't eyen know that I am going out of town. She must not," Flora protested. "Indeed she must. You must not place yourself in such a false position. Write her and tell her you are going to San Mateo with me." "Oh, if you would!" Tears sprang to Flora's eyes. "But will you, even u 1 tell you anything?' "I shall not ask you anything. rCow write her immediately. You can do it here while I am getting ready." She had take authoritative command of the details of their expedition, and Flora willingly obeyed her. Sbe was still trembling from the stress of their interview, and sbe blinked back tears before she was able to see what she was writing. It had all been brought abdut more quickly and completely than she had hoped, but it was irf her mind all the while she indited her message to Clara, that Kerr, for whom it had been accomplished, was not yet in­ formed of the existence of the scheme, or the part of guest he was to play. Yet she was sure that if she asked he would be promptly there. She wrote to him briefly: At San Mateo, at the HerrlcksV I want you there to-night. I have ifiade up my mind. As she was sealing it she started at a step approaching in the hall. She had wanted to conceal that betraying letter before Mrs. Herrick came back. She glanced quickly behind her, and saw standing between the half-open folding doors, the slim figure of a girl --slimmer, younger even than the one who had passed her at the gate--but like her, with the same large eyes, the same small indeterminate chin. Just at the chin the likeness to Mrs. Herrick failed with the strength of her last generation--but the eyes were perfect; and they gazed at Flora wondering. With the sixth sense of youth they recognized the enactment of something strange and thrilling. Another instant and Mrs. Herrick's presence dawned behind her daugh­ ter--and her voice--"Why, child, what are you doing there?"--and her hands seemed apprehensive in their haste to hurry the child away, as if, truly, in this drawing-room, for the first time, something was dangerous. CHAPTER XXI. The House of Quiet. The day which had dawned so still and gloomy was wakening to some­ thing like wildness, threatening, brightening, gusty, when they stepped out of the train upon the platform of the San Mateo station. Clouds were piling gray and castle-like from the east up toward the zenith, and dark fragments kept tearing off the edges and spinning away across the sky. But between them the bright face of the sun flashed out with double splendor, and the thinned atmosphere made the sky seem high and far, and all form beneath it clarified and intense. There upon the narrow platform Mrs. Herrick hesitated a moment, looking at Flora, "What train do you want to meet?" she asked. Flora stood perplexed. "I hardly know. You see I can't tell how soon my letter would reach--would be r» ceived." "Then we would better meet them all," the elder woman decided. They drove away into the face of the wet. fresh wind and flying drops of rain. Flora, leaning back in the carriage, looked out through the win­ dow with quiet eyes. The spirited movement of the sky, the racing of its shadows on the grass, the rolling foliage of the trees, seen tempestuous against flying cloud, were alike to her consoling and inspiring. She had never felt so free as now, driving through the fitful weather, nor so safe as with this companion who was sit­ ting silent by her side. She was driv­ ing away from all her complications. Already she was looking toward the house which she had never seen as her own kindly castle; and the gener­ ous opening of its gate--old granite crowned with rose of sharon--did not disappoint her. The house was hid­ den in the swelling trees, but the drive winding beneath them gave glimpses through of lawns, of roses wreathing scarletly the old gray foun­ tain basin, of magnolia and acacia, doubly delicate and white and fra­ gile beneath the thunderous sky. The house, when finally it loomeu upon them, with its irregular roofs topped by curious square turrets, with its deep upper and lower ver­ andas, looked out upon by a multiude of long French windows, seemed too large, too strangely imposing for a structure of wood. But whatever of original ugliness had be«n there was hidden now under a splendid tapestry of vines, and Flora, looking up at the rose an$I honeysuckle that panoplied its front, felt her throat swell for sheer delight. For a moment after they had lett the carriage they stood together in th« porte-cochere, looking around them. Then half wistfully, half humorously, Mrs. .Herrick turned to Flora. "I do hope you won't want to buy It!" 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