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1 v'^'V •;' XXlB BOllBIfllT t*\ ft** w b^A^athaChristie photo one bit At least I suppose she Is in a way--must be-4>ecause I recognized her right off. If I'd seen her in a crowd I'd have said There's a girl whose face I know* right away without any hesitation. But there was something about that photo"-- Julius sh( ok his nead, and beaved a sigh--"I guess romance is a mighty queer thing!" At Holyhead, after consultation, with the aid of a road map, they were fairly well agreed as to rjirectlon, so were able to hire a taxi without more ado and drive out on the road leading to Treaddur bay. They instructed the man to g«* slowly, and watched narrowly so as not to miss the path. They came to It not long after leaving the town, and Tommy stopped the car promptly, asked in a casual way whether the path led down to the sea, and hearing it did paid off the man In handsome style. A moment later the tax! was slowly chugging back tj Holyhead. Tommy and Julius watched it out of sight, and then turned to the narrow path. They went down in single file, Julius leading. Twice Tommy turned his head uneasily. Julius looked back. "What is Itr "I don't know. I've got the wind np somehow. Keep fancying there's someone following us." The path was now running along the side of the cliff, parallel to the sea. Suddenly Julius came to such an abrupt halt that Tommy cannoned into him. "What's np?" he Inquired. "Look here. If that doesn't beat the band!" Tommy looked. ' Standing out and half obstructing the path was a huge boulder which certainly bore a fanciful resemblance - to a "begging" terrier. "That's it--for sure.** Tommy looked at the rock with a kind of agonized passion. "D--n it! he cried. "It's impossible! Five years! Think of it! Bird's-nesting boys, picnic parties, withdrew it. A momapt tartar a* ittered a cry. Across the sheet In neat brown printing inn the words: "With the Compliments of Mr. Brawn." *7 CHAPTER XIII ijW. 1 • ~~ ' TfcMimy Makes a Discovery. CHAPTER XII--Continued. --17-- "He said they were very important-- that they might make all the difference to the Allies. But, if it's all so long ago, and the war'® over, what does it matter now?" "I guess history repeats itself, Jane. First there was a great hue and cry over those papers, then it all died down, and now the whole caboodle s started all over again--for rather different reasons. Then you can hand nhem over to us right away?" "But I can't. I haven't got them." "You--haven't--got them?" Julius imnctuated the words wjlth little pausest. ' "No--I hid them. I got uneasy. People seemed to be watching me. It scared me--badly." She put her hand to her head. "It's almost the last thing I remember before waking np in the hospital . . "Go on." said Sir James, in his quiet penetrating tones. "What do you remember?" "It was at Holyhead. I came that way--I don't remember why . . "That doesn't matter. Go on." "In the confusion on the quay I slipped away. Nobody saw me. I took a car. Told the man to drive me out of the town. I watched when we got on the open road. No other car was following us. I saw a path at the side of the road. I told the man to wait." She paused, then went on. "The path led to die cliff, atid down to the sea between big yellow gorse bushes--they were like hidden flames. I looked round. There wasn't a soul In sight. But Just level with my head there was a hole in the rock. It was quite small --I could only Just get my hand In, but it went a long way back. I took the oilskin packet from round my neck and shoved it right In as far as I could. Then I tore off a bit of gorse--My! but It did prick--and plugged the hole with It so that you'd never guess there ' was a crevice of any kind there. Then \ I marked the place carefully In my own mind, so that I'd find It again. There was a queer boulder in the path j thousands of people passing! It can't jnst there--for all the world like a I be there! It's a hundred to one dog sitting up begging. Then I went against Its being there 1 It's against back to the road. The car was wait-1 all reason!" . lag. and I drove back. I Just caught I Julius looked at him with a wldentbe train. I was a bit ashamed of my-1 ing smile. eeif for fancying things maybe, but, I guess you're rattled," he drawled by and by, I saw the man opposite me wjth some enjoyment. "Well, here wink at a woman who was sitting next goe8;» thrust his hand into the to me, and I felt scared again, and | crevice, and made a slight grimace, glad the papers were safe. I wept | «It'B a tiglit fit Jane's hand must be a few sizes smaller than mine. 1 don't feel anything--no--gay, what's this? Gee whiz!" And with a flouroat in the corrld ir to get a little air. ] I thought Td slip into another carriage. But the woman called me back, said Td dropped something, and when I j8h he waved aloft a small discolored I stooped to look, something seemed to hit me--here." She placed her hand to the back of her head. "I don't re-1 member anything more ^ntll^ woke np I in the hospital." There was a pause. "Thank you. Miss Finn." It was Sir I James who spoke. "I hope we have | not tired you?" packet. "It's goods all right. Sewn up In oilskin. Hold It while I get my penknife." The unbelievable had happened Tommy held the precious packet tenderly between his hands. They had succeeded! "It's queer," he murmured idly; you'd think the stitches would have They cut them carefully and ripped away the ollsllk. Inside was a small folded sheet of paper. With trem- "Oh, that's all right. My head aches I rotted. They look just as good a Uttle, but otherwise I feel fine." Julius stepped forward and took her hand again. "So long, Cousin Jane. I'm going to get busy after those papers, but Til be back it) two shakes of a dog's tail, •t»<i I'll tote you up to London and give you the time of your young life before we go back to the States! I" mean it--so hurry up and get well." In the street the.v held an Informal council of war. Sir James had drawn a watch rom his pocket. "The boat train to Holyhead stops at Chester at 12:14. If you start at once I think you can catch the connection. I wish I could come with you. I am due to speak at a meeting at two o'clock. It »<^infortunate." The reluctance in his tone was very evident. It was elear, on the other hand, that Julius wA easily disposed to put up with the loss of the other's company. Ten minutes later the two young men were seated in a first-class car rtage en route for Chester. • For a long time neither of them apoke. When at length Julius broke the silence, It was with a totally unexpected remark. "Say," he observed thoughtfully, "did you evei make a darned fool of yourself over a girl's face?" Tommy, after a moment's astonishment, searched his mind. "Can't say I have." he replied at last. "Not that I can recollect anyhow. Why?" "Because for the last two months For a moment or two they stood staring at each other stupidly, dazed with shock. Somehow, Inexplicably, Mr. Brown had forestalled them. Tommy accepted defeat quietly. Not so Julius. "How iw tarnation did he get ahead of us? That's what beats me!" he ended up. ' "I dont see that It matters anyway," said Tommy wearily. "He may have found out some months ago. and removed the papers, then-- No, by Jove, that won't wash!. They'd have been published at once.*^ , "Sure thing they would! No, someone's got ahead of us today bfr an hour or so. But how they did it gets my goat It's no good arguing about how it was done. The game's up. We ve failed. There's only one thing for me to do." "What's that?" "Ger^back to London as soon as possible. Mr. Carter must be warned.. It's only a matter of hours now before the blow falls." Half an hoar after arrival, haggard and pale, Tommy stood before his chief. "I've come to report, air. • I've failed --failed badly." Mr. Carter eyed him sharply. "You mean that the treaty^--** "Is In the hands of Mr. BrAwn, sir." "Well," said Mr. Carter after a minute or two, "we mustn't tag at the knees, I suppose. Ira glad to know definitely. We must do what we can." Through Tommy's mind flashed the assurance: "It's hopeless, and he knows It's hopeless!" The other looked UJJ at him. "I blame myself. I have been blaming myself ever since I heard tills other news." Something' in his tone attracted Tommy's attention. A new fear gripped at his heart ; "Is there--something more, sir?" "I'm afraid so," said Mr. Carter gravely. He stretched out bis hand to a sheet on the table. "Tuppence--7' faltered Tommy, . "Read for yourself." ' j The typewritten words danced before his eyes. The description of a green toque, a co«*t with u handkerchief in the pocket marked "P. L. C." He looked an agonized question at Mr. Carter. The latter replied to it: Washed ur m the Yorkshire coast --near Ebury. Pin afraid--It looks very much like foul play." "My G--d!" gasped Tommy. "Tuppence! Those devils--I'll never rest till I've got even with them! I'll hunt them down! I'll-- I'm taking up your time, sir," he said with an effort. "There's no need for you to blame yourself. I" dare say we were a couple of young fools to take on such a job. You warned us all right But I wish to God I'd been the one to' get it in the neck. Goodby, sir." Back at the Ritz, Tommy packed up his few belongings mechanically, his thoughts far away. He was still bewildered by the Introduction of tragedy into his cheerful commonplace existence. What fun they had had together, he and Tuppence! And now--oh, he couldn't believe it--it couldn't be true! Tuppence--dead! Little Tuppence, brimming over with life! It was a dream, a horrible dream. Nothing more. Tliey brought *hl.n a note, a few kind words of sympathy from Peel Edgerton, who had read the news In the paper. (There had been a large headline: EX-V. A. D. FEARED DROWNED.) The letter ended with the offer of a post on a ranch In the Argentine, where Sir James bad considerable Interests. "Kind old beggar," muttered Tommy, as he flung It aside. The door opened, and Julius burst in with his usual violence. He held an open newspaper in his hand. "Say. what's all this? They seem to have got some fool Idea about Tuppence." "It's true," said Tommy quietly. "You mean they've done htr tor Tommy nodded. "I suppose when they got the treaty she--wasn't any good to them any time she ougnt to have had, and 1 was, only a poor devil without a penny to bless himself with. But It wouldn't have been because I didn't care!" The young men were on the point of coming to blows. But suddenly, with an almost magical abruptness, Julius* anger abated. t "All right, son," he said quietly, Ta going. I don't blame you any for what you've been saying. It's mighty lucky you did say It. I've been the most at mighty blithering dilrned Idiot that it'a possible to imagine. Calm down"-*".! Tommy had made an Impatient gesture^ --"I'm going right away now--going to the London and North Western railway depift, if you want to knowr." "I don't care a d--n where you're going," growled Tommy. As the door closed behind Julius, he returned to his suitcase. Where was he going? He hadn't the faintest idea. Beyond a fixed determination to get even with Ml*. Brown he had oo plans. He re-read Sir James* letter, and shook his head. Tuppence must be avenged. v Still, it waa kind of the old fellow. "Better answer It, I suppose." He went across to the writing table. With the usual perversity of bedroom stationery, there were innumerable envelopes and no paper. He rang. No OU came. Tommy fumed at the <Wa COLOR IN Too Much WUte in ftboms €auses Nervousness. 4 Writer Telia of Experiment Hf In Friend's Home and the Result. AM hone* too "whltiTt iW the question, and give the reply--«a moat emphatic "Yes!" says a writer. A few weeks ago I was invited to stay for a few days with a friend. My mission--I am credited with being of the "happy-and-brlght" type--was to cheer her up. She wasn't exactly 111, but she was nervous and depressed. Life seemed not to hold the slightest attraction for her. Yet she was well off, and was In the enviable position of being able to gratify any reasonable wish or want I did my best to cheer her, but after a day or two I not only knew that I was not succeeding, but felt I was getting in the dumps myself! Thereupon, faced with an effect, I determined to find the cause. And quite suddenly I knew what it was. White! My bedroom was white--furniture, curtains, toilet ware, wall paper. The f '-vh W asthat % of any other brand «*, IHS<'?/"V j MOht Qet Out! You Don't Really Care. J,'} D--n Youi" lay. Then he remembered that there was a good supply In Julius' sitting room. The American had announced his Immediate departure, there would be no fear of runnlifg up against him. Besides, he wouldn't mind if be did. He was beginning to be rather ashamed of the things tie had said. But the room was deserted. Tommy walked across to the writing table, and opened the middle drawer. A photograph, carelessly thrust In face upwards, caught his eye. For a moment he stood rooted to'the ground. Then he took It out, shut the drawer, walked slowly over to an armchair, and sat down still staring at the photograph In his hand. What on earth-was a photograph of the French girl Annette doing in Julius Hershelmmer's writing table? ' CHAPTER XIV In Downing Street. - The prime minister tapped the desk in front of him with nervous lingers. His face was worn and harassed. He took up his conversation with Mr. Carter at the point It had broken off. "I don't understand," he said. "Do you really mean that things are not so desperate after all?" " "So this lad seems to think." "Let's have a look at his letter again." Mr. Carter handed it over. It was written in a sprawling boyish hand. "Dear Mr. Carter: "I think I know who the real Jane Finn Is, and I've even got an Idea where the papers are. That last's only a guess, of course, but I've a sort of feeling It'll turn out right. Anyhow, 1 enclose It In a sealed envelope for what? It's worth. I'm going to ask you not to open It until the very last moment, midnight on the 28th, In fact You see, I've figured it out that those floor was llnoleumed and the dominant color was white. The two rugs were white. The only thing in the room that wasn't white waa my own special piece of soap. The bathroom was all white. And downstairs, in the dining reom, there were white curtains, and a whtte breakfast service on a white tablecloth. And before the fiA waa spread a beautiful white rug. It was th$ breakffcst service that gave me the key to my growing depression. Generally, I thoroughly erifJoy my breakfast, but white cups and saucers, white plates, wjjlte Jam-jars, white teapot, white cream Jug put me completely "off." My friend was in her usual sad, resigned, depressed state. Remembering my "cheer-up" mission, I asked if I might, on the morrow, make a few alterations. She didn't mind what I did; she had no curiosity, even, aa to my intentions. .1 was obliged to. take her cook Into my confidence, and was lucky enough to galn her as an ally. Next morning I was down fl"*t I wanted to watch my friend's face when she came to breakfast It lit up. Some of the depression lifted, and ber eyes shone as she said that one word, "Oh I" A breakfast service of blue and gold blazed on the table; the white muslin, window curtains had gone, and applegreen casements were In their place; a ghastly aspidistra that had stood for years and years and years before one of the windows had been displaced In favor of a gorgeous azalea; the white rug had been replaced by a warm-colored Axmlnster. And for breakfast theVe were no eggs and no bacon. Instead, there were rissoles, cold salmon and a lovely sole. My friend, for once, ate a breakfast. And she laughed several times. "It does ' make a difference, my dear, doesn't it?" Bhe said. And I agreed. Then I told her the truth--that she had been suffering from too much white and too much sameness in food. and bacon for breakfast 313 times a year, and sausages and bacon 52 times--on Sundays I Eaten off white plates, too! Now my friend Is cured. I pushed her on relentlessly, to make her home colored and cheerful, and when I came away she was as happy as a sandboy. The last touch had been to have her whlte-palnted stairs redone a warm and rich mahogany. No more of the tyranny of white for ber I--London Answers. s J Reversing the Order, The Popular Fiction Writer--I'm ready to take up my new novel. Miss Keytap. His Typl-f -- Good! Would you mind dictating the last chapter first Mr. Thrills. I'm just crazy to know how It turns out !^ v#* <P_LSI HAIR OROWS L: htil THICK AND BEAUTIFUL , things of Tuppence's are a plant too, longer, and they were afraid to let her j an(j ghe's no more drowned than I am. "Well, I'm darned t" said Julius. "Little Tuppence. She sure was the pluckiest little girl--" But suddenly something seemed to crack In Tommy's brain. He rose to his feet. "Oh, get out! You don't really care, d--n you! You asked her to marry you in your rotten cold-blooded way. but I loved her. I'd have given the soul out of my body to save ber from The way I reason Is this: as a last chance they'll let Jane Finn escape in the hope that she's been shamming •his memory stunt, and that once she thinks she's free she'll go right away to the cache. Of course It's an awful risk for them to take, because she knows all about them--but they're pretty desperate to get hold of that treaty. But If they know that the papers have been recovered by us, neither of those two girls' lives will be worth an hour's harm. I'd have stood by without a purchase. I must try and get hold of word and let her marry you, because I Tuppence before Jane escapes, you could have given her the sort of (TO BK CONTINUED.) "Danderlne" Does Wonders for Llfeleeet Neglected Hair. A gleamy mass of luxuriant hair full of gloss, luster and life shortly follows a genuine toning up of neglected, scalps with dependable "Danderlne." Falling hair, Itching scalp and the dandruff Is corrected Immediately. 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Julius uncrossed bis legs brusquely #>d continued: "Just shows what an almighty fool a man can make of himself! One look ft the girl in the flesh, and I was fared!" Feeling more tongne-tied than ever, " kit " *; •AC- "No disparagement to Jane, miiid ^•u," continued the other. "She's a nice girl, and some fellow will I' fall in love with her right away." iy. "I thought ber a very good-looking >, «irl." said Tommy, finding hjs tongue. tlon did not satisfy him. Suddenly his face cleared. "I've got It! Sympathetic Ink!" "You think so?" "Worth trying anyhow. Heat usually does the trick. Get- some sticks. We'll make a fire." In a few mlnutef the Uttle fire of twigs and leaves was blazing merrily. Tommy held the sheet of paper near the glow. The paper curled a little with the heat Nothing more. Suddenly Julius grasped his arm, and pointed to where characters «"if appearing in a faint brown color. "Gee whiz! You've got It I Say. that Idea of yours was great It never occurred to me." 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