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No dam- r. and the aux- in position to- Eamiiton Iegt‘s have been ing the past 30 gest trainers in z so our connec- tario. we do he:- hmtes than any Yuu ma“ study partly at home aCullPKPo Aml‘ cars left the and daughter, Y OCCU- z'tzsbytenan let-vial Eda [If Citnulda yml to m Kim: Ex ‘rincipal wnte President ONT ""‘ ronm and other things. He left me “(10111? three days ago, without pa!- in: his bill, and I have not seen him lines. We were talking of him when you entered, as possibly the swam mu nave garnered tro‘x'n the met {Eat .Padm"“he indicated the loafer who and laughedâ€"“was amused when you mentioned the name at Mnnpel Ber- “I don’t think we can claim that: hcnor,." said Scarborough. “But we! are very anxious to meet him.” § “So am I, Senhor.” { Scarborough looked at him sharply; "He owes you money?" he asked at a venture ,,_ é “You can go up if you like, but he isn't there. Are you friends of hip?" As he spoke. he moved towards a small door in the side wall, and signed to Varney to close up. This time it was {he landlord who laughed, and said: "Then,” said Scarborough, “1 and my I friend will go upstairs to the roomf which he hires from you. I shall be; obliged. and it may save us all some! trouble. if you will show us the way.” § “I have. A good one,” said the Pe- drao, and the loafer who had laughed before did so again. "Very little.” said Scarborough, smiling. “But I have come to improve my acquaintance. Will you tell me where I can find him?” “No. Seahor." Szar‘ocrough shmgged his shoulders. “Doubzless vou hang a reason for re- fusing,’ he said quietly. “The Senor Manoel Bernardo,” he repeated, sullenly. “What do you know of him. Senhor?” One of the loafers laughed, and the landlord frowned heavily. CHAPTER XX. Varney Volunteers for Sentry-Go The two young men went into the venta. An animated discussion, which was in progress between the proprie~ tor and three men, who were leaning over the counter. was broken off sud- denly at their entrance. Varney stayed near the door. to watch the street, in case the inn had some other exit. which the man they were seeking might think it prudent to make use of suddenly. Scarborough went to the counter and asked in Portuguese for the Senhor Manoel Bernardo, the name which Mona had been told to use. ’ They had arrived at the wine-shopI v which Mona had (inscribed. Through! _ the open front ttzny saw a long counter! . running acre-2; the breadth of the a shop: tubing 1! were half a dozen seat, barrels. and leaning in picturesque at- ! tltudes against the counter were three, 7 or four men. drinking the red wine of , ,' the district and smoking maize-husk; ! cigarettes. €...““Ia1k _on 8 bit." 881d Varney.) “And if there is, we’ve got to take it? Right ran at“! Come on." "I don't believe there's the slightest risk.” said Scarborough. and ask for him. Got anything in your pocket, in case there’s a row ‘2" “My fists." said Scarborough. “I‘m pretty handy with mine, too." said Varney, “but it Miss Can'ington is right, he's the sort of chap who might carry a gun for emergencies. She was anxious that you shouldn't get hurt, and I feel absurdly respon- sible for seeing that you don't. Noth- ing to do with me, of course; but I do." “Walk on a bit.” said Varney.’ "HEW many days is it since he ask- “Don’t go in yet." at! for them?" They went on a few yards, and then; “Seven or eight. senhor." Varney said: 4 Scarborough turned to Vamey, and “I fancy I have met your Scotch-fin a low tone of excitement, said in man. Can you describe him?” .English; “We‘ve found our hooded Scarborough gave him the descrip- p woman. Phil!" And then again in Por- tion which Mona had given “foreftuguese to the innkeeper: “Did Senhor Varney came in. and added: I301'31131'110 ever Wear these?” “You cune across him during the.’ “The capote and capello?” said the time he was Canington’a clerk, I sup-111811. laughing- "NO. senhor; he pose?" {would have been mocked by the chil- “No. I've met him in the island. It dren 1n the streets it he had." wgs your speaking of John Knox g “Nevertheless he did." said Scar- while ago that made me think oi it.;b0!'0u8h to himself. and then added I won’t waste time in telling yen 8b0Lt ’ aloud: “There is one thing more. it now, but it we don’t find our friend . D063 5611110? Bernardo speak Fortn- upstaira studying theology, I think lituese well?" can give a guess there we can put a. 1 “Yes. senhor." hand on his shoulder. Let's go back “Well enough to be mistaken for a and ask for him. Got anything initiative of the islands?" “Don t go in yet." They went on a few yards, and then; Varney said: ‘ “I fancy I have met your Scotch; man. Can you describe him?” Scarborough gave him the descrip-l tion which Mona. had given before Vu'ney came in, and added: I “I don't knowâ€"w.” said Scarborough. “Like you. I haven’t dared to ask yet. That's our venta, I think." “0h. he hadn‘t any. Curious3y enough, I'm rather a favorite with him. Anyway. he's keen on the scheme; but of course if Muriel says no, it won‘t come off. That's down in our agree- ment" '- "You've got an agreement already!" “Yes, in black and white. Now, about you. old man? When’s your wedding coming off?” ' ciples. before she can be expected marry a fellow like me. I have dared to as}: bar yct. and Davis thix I had better wait a bit.” "He has swallowed his prejudices seems. Varney laughed. “You’ve put finger on the weak spot." he ; “We haven’t settled that yet, b9c we didn't feel justified in doing without consulting Muriel on the iect. first. I‘m nrctLv sure 511'). 1 me. but she's got to swanow a If) prejudices. which she thinks are I “When is the wedding?" was Scar- borough's answer. ionizerâ€"é. man'fli’a renf gjf’Iny £91k .em ' and mm; the Sennor BBC! tune x Luau, Lid Varney. unblush- I do not know myself.” but his friend wasi Scarborough stepped back from the e got a little capital, i little door. and came nearer to the >ther's money didn't ! Dedrao. . Mr. Davis says that 3 “It would be to your profit to know?” glass-houses for the 3119 asked meaningly, ergetic manager to! “Certainly. senhcr. Ishou1d present the trade with the imy bill. The few things he left in his 1 be worked up in a : room Will DOt repay me for what I nething pretty big. 3 spent on his meals. He had a. dainty ly the g1a55-houses, 5 stomach, and would not dine on bacal- [energetic manager, 3 Inc and beans as we do. I had to buy nasis. There's noth- chickens and fresh meat for him ut that. it‘s a mere daily," complained the padrao, indig- Ient, and the sug- mu!- . rmnks are prin- n be expected to me. I haven’t and Davis thinks reason could figi‘flce” he said. "If the senhor finds ,. 'Senhor Bernardo, perhaps, in the mg 'course of conversation on more impor- ’0t7tant things, he will remind him that the Emmy bill is still unpaid." f0” 3 “I will if I get the chance," said “£132 :Bearborough. laughing. your said. use 5.1 (1 ; Ca rte r’s Little Liver Pmsi When thev were in the street again, {Ind on their way back to Montagu’s human. Smrbnrnnab any! to Vow-mu- I Scarborough nodded, and then held ‘out his hand. 5 “Many thanks for your courtesy, Senhor padrao,” he said. “You have helped me more than you know, and I j hope you will get your money.” ABSOLUTE The man bowed. with thé natural politeness which is instinctive with the Islanders of the Azores in all ranks of “No, senhor. not well enough for that. When he came to my house first he know only his own English tongue. and Spanish, which he said he had learned to help him in his business in London. But a Portuguese can under- stand Spanish if it is spoken slowly, and can make himself understood in return; so we were able to converse. The Senhor Bernardo is clever, how- ever. and very soon he was able LO speak Portuguese without making it sound like Spanish: but no, not as well is a native of the islands." harm‘s-nuns) unto-am The room was almost exactly as Mona. had described it. bare save for a litter of books on the table. and a pile of English newspapers on a chair by the window. P-ut almost as soon as they entered. Varney smothered an exclamation and pointed to a. thing that was hanging on a hook behind the door. It was a long blue cloak. and near it on another chair was a large stiff hood. Scarborough turned to the padrao. “Did these things belong to Senhor Bernardo?" he asked. “No, senhor. they are my wife's." “How do they come to be here?" “Senhor Bernardo was interested m the national costume. and the padrona. brought these for him to see. I do not know why they have not been re- moved.” .o- vnAu¢u\ Lblo “We also are anxious to find him," he said to the defrauded and indignant padrao. “Take us upstairs and show us his room." “Certainly, Senhor. It is just as he left if." to insist on getting his daily ct or steak in a place iike this must meant a struggle. Scarborough Moreover, he had not even pai _them. it was a small thing. I indicated that Andrew Gillies \ man of some force of character “n- I Scarborough repressed a smile. It unused him to learn that the theologi- cal Scotchman was something of an epicure. and refused odorous salt cod and lupin beans; he hated them both himself. Also it gave him an added respect for him as an antagonist; for to insist on getting his daily chicken or steak in a place iike this must have. OUBE WGK HEADACHE..- Must Bea! Signature of Sec Fae-52mm, mepcr aclow. Genuine Scarborough knew. not even paid for small thing. but it drew Gillies was a Inga lawâ€"y E of the peop' e with a new to “ritlng a. just as ‘e ‘book. and had adopted native costume ! and ways so as to get a closer view; exact.y as but I dont think he's either. What 'e saxe for § :10 you thim: he and I have been talk- 0 ing about?" ’ghy’aafhlaiti ‘_"l:he crops or the weather. or the ton. We’ ve rather left her out of the reckoning. but she’ a a factor that will have to be counted. Don’ 1: let her um 3 march on mm” -- nt “Oh, I shall be all right,” said Var- ney. “I’ll start now. and you had bet- ter go back to the Chinelas and see that the girls are all right. I suppose Mona will stay the night there. We'll tell Montague that she won't return tonight, or he'll fidget. Better tell her, when you see her. to keep her eye on Mrs. Carrington, and if she sees anything suspicious, she should send a message to you. And there’s another thing: when you ride over to join me to-morrow, bring the scratched stone with you, and stop at the Casa Davis on the way. Davis knows the island very well, and he may be able to make a shot at the meaning of ‘acheâ€"blueâ€" n. drip.’ ” “Right.” said Scarborough, “I will." “Then, I’ll be off. Ta-ta, old man; and keep your eyes on_Mrs. Carring- “Right,” said Scarborough cheer- flfll)’. “I’ll ride over and join you after breakfast. I’m on duty for the next week, so I shall be able to take the day watches, if you will do the nights. It won’t matter about my being sleepy in the instrument room; there’s not often much coming through, and if a. busy spell did come, the other man would wake me. How about you, though?" "Yes, frzm nirnigh: till eight.” "Then I shall have to take first we: E: :n the country. I‘ll go and have Sager at the Case Davis, strap a sieapirtg bag on my handle-bars, and ride on afterwards to Furnas. it will be no hardship to spend a night in the open in this weather." "But why not go to the inn?" “Better not. Gillies might be there, and there’s no need to 3.19111: him. If he knows where to look TOT the dia. monds we had betterlet him do it, and watch for him in the process. I'll camp out. I know the very placeâ€"a stack of maize cobs on the hill-side, from which there is a wide prospect. Muriel and I sat there for an hour. I know the trick of waking at day- light. so if Gillies and his donkey are in evidence in the morning, I shall be ready for them." “In the Furnas district,” said Vam-ey. “He'll go back there.” u "DY?“ “Because, for some reason, that's where he thinks the stones are, or he wouldn't be pottering ab at there on his donkey. That was where Mona met Carrington, you remember, so it’s a Web; enough place. But as Gillies has that letter now, we shall have to be energetic. Are you on duty to- “Yes." said Scarborough. “You met him the day before yesterday. the Ring-Rock business was yesterday, and the theft of the letter was this morning. But if he did get about the island like that, I don't see where we are to put our hands on his shoulder, as you said." “Well, if Carrington's ‘enemy who is well known to me,’ the hooded woman, the man in the boat. Mrs. Carrlngton’s burglar, and Andrew Gillies, are one and the same person. he’s a pretty live- ly fighter. But will the dates fit?" Scarborough told him, and at the end Varney said: “Now.” said Vamey. when he had come to this point, "he's our man, isn't he? It was your saying to Miss Car- rington that perhaps you would dis- cuss John Knox with him-that made me remember him. He’s hunting tor the diamonds, and he's doing it on a donkey. because he looks like an Azorean naturally, and every second Azorean peasant. you meet is riding one. What did you find out in the vents?" Later in the day they came across the man again in the village of Fur- nas. His donkey was waiting for him outside the door of the inn. and he himself was inside having a meal. Davis left the other two to amuse themselves by wandering about the village. whilst he went in to continue the discussion on aoostoiic succession with the man who had interested him so much. “Nelther.r We discussed apostolic succession. and he claims that the Scotch Kirk has got it through auld Johnnle Knox, as he called him. I haven’t spent such an interesting half hour for a long time." "The frivolity of won'uen if my father chose the subject." said Muriel. a'ful expense of foreign travel.’ as he is 3 Scot, " said Vamey. “I thought the fellow wasn't an Azorean." he said. "He's a Scotch- man, though what he's doing masquezu sdlng in that get-up. I can't imagine. if he were an American or a journalist I should say he was studying the habits He got up and followed the man, and was away for about half an hour. When hc- returned he told them with great giee that he had met a. real or!- glnal. _ , v ...v- un- suddenly: “That man isn't what he pretends go be. I’m going to speak to him. I'm zngqrestcd in human curiosities.” the geysers of FurnaS, which make one of the show places of the island of San Miguel. They had taken. food with them, and made a day Of it, and it was while they were lunching under a tree by the roadside that Gillies had passed. He was riding a donkey in the uni- versal fashion of the islands. perched sideways. and holding on to the cross bars of a great wooden framed sad- dle, which rested on two straw pads. He was dressed like a peasant of the country. in a blue blouse and tight trousers; and, with a maize husk cigarette between his lips. and a pillow covered with a piece of bright carpet under him for a seat. he looked the part to perfection. Davis hailed him with 3 “Viva!" as he passed, and was answered with a surly “Bonas dias, senhor.” But there was something in the ac- cent with which the words were spo- ken that made the pine grower say -.-AA-_I_-- “hi {lie Vgéiréér'icofinfiij near Fu.r- nus,” said VarneY- “Howpnd when?" um day before vesterdav I was there with Muriel and her father." He went on to explain that Davis and his daughtgrllad taken him to see "‘Now, Phll, yod'don’t understand the lingo. so I shall have to tell you what the padrao and I were talking about. But firstâ€"where did YO}! see Gillies ?” THE LINDSAY POST “Exactly,” said Scat-Borough. “By the way, that lock of yours hadn't been tampered with?" “Well, so you are,” said Scarbor- ough, smiling. Elsa sprang to her feet. “The scratched stone!” she ex- claimed. A “Blueâ€"N. drip!” “She admitted that it contained a plan of the place where the diamonds are hidden," said Mona. “and she seem- ed to think that.it was Elsa’s fault that it had been stolen. I didn't follow her reasoning there, and I took the liberty of pointing out some of her ' mistakes. In the first place I reminded her that she went to an hotel, instead of coming straight home; secondly, she put the plan in her purse instead of handing it over with her other valu- ables to the cashier to keep; thirdly, she had a large cup of coffee sent up to her the last thing at night. and didn’t .suspect that someone hal been paid a to put an cpiate into it, until she awoke ' next morning about eleven to find that the plan was gone. Of course the man in the small boat had shadowed her from the Ring-Rock, and by sleeping in the hotel she gave him his chances After all that, instead of abusing her-, self for her folly, she abuses Elsa, The unreasonameness or this was also one of the things I took the liberty of pointing out to her.” “Because I hid that stone jar at the Ring-Rock at all," said Elsa. “But never mind that. We found out from her that the plan was not complete, because it gave no indication of where the place to which it referred was to be found. Father said he dared not put that information in the letter, be- cause it might get into the wrong hands, but that he would convey the knowledge to her in some other way. She believes that I have that know- ledge, and that I am keeping it back from her purposely." “On What grounds does she blame you}” Scarborough asked Elsa. “She told you what was in the letter that was stolen?" cried Scarborough eagerly. “Oh, I chipped in with a remark or two towards the end." said Mona gaily, “i couldn't resist it, you know. But Elsa bore the real brunt of the battle; mine was only a cavalry pursuit at the finish. to cut up the disorganized forces of the enemy, and drive the victory home. I think Mrs. Carring- ton's headache is probably rather bad. At least that is the only reason I can think of to explain why she made the mistake of losing her temper and blurt- ign out something that we very much wanted to know.” “Did you sit quietly by and listen?" asked Scarborough with a smile. “Five pounds to nothing you didn’t.” “Very," he answered. “But against whom was the battle? Not against each other?” “No." said Elsa, “against mother." “That is why she has gone to bed with a headache,” sald Mona laughing. "It was a hot engagement, you know, and she was utterly routed. She ob- jected to my presence in the house, and Elsa stuck up boldly for me, and for the rites of hospitality. and said I shomd stay. Mrs. Carrington retorted that I shouldn’t, and they fought it out, and that pale fragile little girl there scored a. complete victory. I was proud of her. It was glorious.” i He found them together in the draw- ing room and it seemed to him that Eisas stiffness with the other girl had worn off considerably since the after- noon. Had anything happened to gbring them closer together? Or was {it simply that Mona's sunny nature had melted a coldness that. was mainly artificial. and her persistent offering of friendship had broken down the barrier which Elsa's sensitive fancy had set up? “What has happened?” he askeJ smiling. Mona caught his meaning at once. “Oh." she said. “we’ve been through a. battle together since we saw you. We went into it Miss Carrington and Miss Ryan, and we came out of it Elsa. and Mona. Are you pleased?" , that she said Mona. and wit Miss Ryan or Miss de 13 Mar. 2 CHAPTER XX. ' An Eavesdropper ‘_ It was nearly nine o'clock when ; Scarborough rode up the gravel path , to the door of the Chinelas again, He had been on duty rrom 'seven nu ten that morning; then had come the mes- sage from Elsa, the ride with her into Ponta Delgada, the visit to the venta in the north road, and the ride back; he had had a tiring day already, and he was due for duty again at mid- night. But he hardly knew that he was tired. The joy of at last doing something, the knowledge that Elsa was now coâ€"operating with him in the fight, instead of tacitly putting obsta- cles in his way. the hope that now the misunderstanding between them was 9 at an end a closer understanding : would follow in its place, when he had ' put to her the question he was hunder- - ing to putâ€"these things had been ton- ics, and would have been enough to counterbalance the fatigue of even‘ greater exertions. 1 “Mother has gone to bed wim a. headache.” said Elsa. “and Mona is go- ing_ to _stay with me for the night.” Scarborough, seeing them, sitting together. in outward amity at least, had the thought borne in upon him irresistibly that they were surely and obviously meant to be friends. The very difference in the types of their beauty made them such admirable tolls to each otherâ€"Elsa's the deli- cate. dainty beauty of carved ivory, and Mona's the vivacity of flashing brown eyes. black hair, and rich creamy col- oring. The one was an anemone of the woods, fragile but exquisite; the other a rich blossom of the sunlight. He hoped to bc able to get an hour's sleep yet, before he had to begin his watch in the instrument-room; but first, as Varney 321d said, he must see that the girls were all right. ,g to stay with me for the night." Scarborough noted with pleasure His judgment in the matter was premature. He was to learn shortly that Rachel Carrington was most of all to be feared at that moment, when ALLâ€"AA 'A to others it. appeared that sh’e wholly out of the game. ' Scarborough smiled. He did not think that Mrs. Carrington was likely to be very dangerous now. By allow- ing her husband’s letter to be stolen from her, she had let the best card in the whole game slip out of her hands, and he therefore rather despised her powers as a. fighter. ~~ ~~‘ ' ~-.w¢r-\ "I can improve on that plan. Elsa and I will go with you, and we’ll call on the way for Miss Davis. We will make a regular picnic of it." Scarborough shook his head. “Too conspicuous." he said. “We Ihall frighten our man if we go in a swarm. Phil suggests, and I think he’s right, that as Gillies seems to know more than we do. we should let him go ahead without-‘interterence for the *u-nnt and be ready to corps in 2431:: “Yvoi are going to ride over and re- lieve Phil in the morning?” Mona asked. “W'hy, Monaâ€"" “Change the subject, please!” said Mona with a laugh. “Mr. Scarborough. you haven‘t reported what you and Phil found at the venta.” Scarborough told them the result of the visit to the venta, and of Varney’s suggestion that the Furnas district should be watched night and day, in order to catch the man Gillies. Of course Gillies knew nothing about the scratched stone, and if it was he who had stolen the plan from Mrs. Carriag- ton, there was still that link missing in his knowledge; but it was also pos- sible that he had other reasons for knowing, or guessing, the place to which the plan referred, and so could do without the stone. Anyway Var- ney was quite right in saying that he must be watched." Hub 5%.! u bub-“V -_ . cuss just now. I have a. reason for that, too. which I shall perhaps tell you some day. and perhaps not. It all depends upon whether something 1 very much want to happen. does hap 3:211 Q31: 9” . ~ The others noted with astonishment that she was blushing, and Elsa be- an: “I should like to hear what you mean to do with me,” she said sweetly. “I am coming to your picnic, but I rea- lize that I shall not be very welcome. I am an unfortunate complicationâ€" how are you going to deal with it?" Scarborough smiled. “I don't think there is anything to be gained by saying.” he answered. "Oh. no, it isn‘t splendid. or heroic or anything of the sort," Mona cut it before Scarborough could answer “Don't run away with that idea, Elsa I’ve got two reasons. both are very ordinary ones. The first is that I've got a feeling that I should hate tc touch a penny of the money which the man who stole it from me lost his life in defending. That‘s silly perhaps but I can’t hclp it. The second is tha: I don't need it.” “Not just now," said Scarborough “But if you grow tired of your wander- ing life with the circus-troupeâ€"" “0h, dozt bother!" said Mona. “I’ve got plenty of money, I tell you; but it's a theme I don't want to dis cuss just now. I have a reason for that, too. which I shall perhaps tell you some day. and perhaps not. It all depends upon whether something 1 very much want to happen. does hap “She resigns all her own claim” :aid Elsa to Scarborough. “Isn’t it splendid of her? She says that Ihé poor people. suffered more than sh< did.” __‘â€"v-~‘ “Oh, yes. we've settled it all! There were rather a lot of people who suf- fered in the Uarrington and Varney smash. you know, and most of them were poor. We had decided thatt he diamonds should be sent to the liqui- dator in bankruptcy, to be turned into a small dividend of something or other in the pound." “Well, now," said Mona approvingly, “I think that's sense. and I'm surprised Elsa and I didn't think of it. Do you know it seems to me rather a pretty situation. The man who stole the plan won't be able to use it. because he hasn’t the scratched stone; we have the scratched stone, but it’s no use to us because we can't interpret it without the plan; and your mother, Elsa. has lost the plan, and never heard of the scratched stone. It rather looks as though the diamonds stood a good chance of staying undisturbed where they are for a year or two. You and I needn’t have bothered about deciding what we were going to do with them when we got them!” “Have you been doing that?" Scar- borough asked with some amusement. "Yes." Elsa unlocked the desk and took the stone out. “But. after all, it's unin- telligible.” she said. “What does 'ache â€"blueâ€"N. drip' mean?" “I haven’t an idea," said Scarbor- ough. “But if we had the full text, inâ€" cluding the words that that idiot of a bean-seller rubbed out with his blouse, I haven't a. doubt but that it would prove to be the message that Mrs. Carrington wants." “Good. Will you give me the stone to keep for you?" “Fruit-a-tiv-es”. cures all stomach troubles because it makes the liver active. strengthens the kidneys. puri- fies the blood and keeps the stomach sweet and clean. “Eflit-a-tives” is the only remedy made of fruit juices. 50¢. a box, 6 for $2.50, or trial size, 25c. At all dealers, or sent on receiptof price by Fruit-a-tim Limited, Ottawa The greatest remedy m the world for all forms of Indigestion and Dyspepsia, is “Fruit-a-tives”. Doctors as well as hundreds of people proclaim it. matter what remedy or physicians I employed, the result was always the sameâ€"impossible to get a cure. About two ens ago. I read about ‘Pruit-a- tiva and I decided to try them. I hove used ‘Fruit-aotiva’ ever tince. They are the first and only medicine that suited my use. If it were not for ‘Fruit-a-tive' I am satisfied that I could not live” JAMES PROUDFOOT. Pmmcavuz, ONT. Jan. 29th. 1910. “For thirty-five years (and Im now a man over seventy) I have been a terrible sufferer from;y Constipation. N o I .really could not live without“Fruitâ€"a-fins” WRIURED FUR IHIRIY FIVE YEARS 7‘1 think this will LO," she said. “There isn‘t a hedge Within mty yards, and the sick-room of our head- ache patient is double that distance away. Our voices won't be heard. But speak without pointing at things. There's a bright moon, and an intelli- gent observer can deduce a good deal from gestures. Now, then, what’s to be done ?" “I think," said Scarborough. “that you two hao better give up your plan m1 gains? with ms- momorrow: star When they were clear of the house and the trees round it, Mona. halted in an open space of tne mad. “Elsa and I will see you on your way to the Cable station,"_she said to Scar- borough. “There are no keyholes in the open air! Never mind your hat, Elsa. It‘s warm." She swept smiling from the room, and Mona jumped up and opened the long French windows that led to the garden. “Young man." she said. “you are not a fool! I admit that I hoped you were. Good-night.” Mrs: Carrington gave him a. quick glance. “Oh, no," said Scarborough. “If you say you are coming, I have no doubt that you will . But you will probably make your own arrangements." “You hope to be able to leave me out, after all?" “You have." said Scarborough. quietly. She was trying to anger him. he thought; but he was not even an- noyed; and be rather admired the woman’s impudence. She was a type that he had not met before. and he realized for the first time the tremen- dous advantage that a simple shame- lessness gives a plotter who has brains to use it effectively. Mrs. Carrington had the gift of shamelessness, but she also undoubtedly had the gift of brains. She was an added difficulty of course. but his hands were not tied by mis- understanding now; he was free to grapple with difficulties, and be rather welcomed them as adding zest to the game. \ 5 I am afraid I have complicated them. somewhat.” “Really to'bed, this time." she said. “But don’t go, Mr. Scarborough. on that account! I don’t suppose a. chap- eron is really necessary, as Eisa's friend is with her. No doubt that was why Mademoiseulle Mona. de in Mar- I luvs .got your professional name right, my dear. have I?â€"-tha.t. no doubt. is why Mademoiselle Mona de la Mar insisted upon staying. I am not needed, so I will retire. You have arrangements to make for to-morrow. likely to gain any other information tonight, so she sacrificed present gratification to future profit. and an- nounced that she was going to bed. But though she enjoyed her triumph. 3nd did not mind in the least that she had gained it by admitted eavesdrop- ping. she was really tired. Moreover her headache had not benefited by m1: an hour's cmuching with her ear to the keyhole of the door. She ex- pected to spend an energetic day to- morrow. and she did not think she was had outwitted her. and were discuss- lng gravely what they meant to do with the diamonds when they got them. The stones were to be handed over to her husband’s creditors. tor distribu- tion amongst the widows and orphans In England; it was a. touching scheme. but it was not the one which Mm. Cu- rlngton proposed to see carried out. A Letter of Introduction Mrs. Carrington was enjoying situation. These young people ‘ She threw herself into a chair, and he: mocking laughter rang out again. law. you ought to have the opportun- 11:ny knowing something of me. I man Jom your plcnlc to-morrow, and. we can enjoy a talk together. You don’t look pleased. Surely the ar- mngement is a. good one. It will obâ€" viate the necessity of leaving anyone here to watch me!” “Mother!” cried Elsa again. Mrs. Canington laughed again. “Elsa’s blushes suggest that I am in- discreet,” she said mockingly. “But. Horace, if I am to be your mother-in- "And Mrs. Carrington?" said Scar- , borough. “Who's going to stay and i watch her? I had counted on you for that duty, you know." “Very well.” she said. “I must in- trOduce myself. I am Rachel Carriag- ton, the woman who retired to bed with a headache, utterly routed after a battle of words with two young girls. But even after a defeat the enemy sometimes rallies, you know, and while I have been standing behind that door I have rallied considerably. You, I presume, are Mr. Horace Scarbor- ough. the young man who, my husband Informed me, would very possibly be my son-in-law one day." Elsa. stood where she was, and made no movement to do so. Mrs. Carriag- bon laughed. “Listening," said Mrs. Carringtorz' calmly. “Yes. child, I have. Do you expect me to be ashamed of admitting It? Don't be foolish. Introduce me.” “Mother!" she said scorntully. “You have beenâ€"" Elsa had jumped up, and was gazing at her mother with a look 0t mingled contempt and anger. “No," she said, softly, “it won't do to forget me. Elsa, introduce the young man to me." As he said this, the door of the room opened suddenly, and Mrs. Car'- rlngton herself stood smiling on tho threshold. “I forgot about her," said Mona mo- fully. “I don’t think it will pay to forget “Exactly," said Mona. “But that’s just what I meant by suggesting u picnic. If he sees you and Phil moon- ing about here, he'll know that you are watching him; and you may be sure he will see you. But if we all go, he'll think it’s just a picnic party, and we shall be able to explore the whole neighborhood without exciting his OI: anybody else's suspicions." iasfminute. So you see, we ausnu. to frighten him yet." (To be continued.) CHAPTER XXI. PAGE 11