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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE (Continued) At the end of the fifth week Arthur Knight’s Illness, he was able to move about the house. Except for periods of rest after meals, the invalid was allowed to make his own schedule. The nurse was assigned to another case and departed. Life in the Knight household became almost what it had been two months before. One of the exceptions was that each afternoon from 2 until 5 o’clock Arthur sat discussing matters of business and giving dictation to Miss Tupper. The downstairs room, which had been known as Knight’s “office’’ merely because it was a sort of private den, became a place of business indeed. It was all very well for Knight to get on with affairs of the publishing company, but Kathyn Tupper’s presence undoubtedly increased the breach which was widening between Arthur and Judith. Tony, on the other hand, welcomed the secretary with surprising friendliness. Judith, coming through the living room one afternoon. found the pair together in eager discussion. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX “rvH-I didn’t know any one was here!” Judith exclaimed. Tony Knight had been standing close to her father’s private secretary. Tony's head was bent and both of them had been intent on the conversation. The pair were startled by Judith's sudden appearance. Miss Tupper s face was tinged with a purplish flush, as she looked up. The younger girl was first to speak. “Never mind.” said Tony sweetly. "I’m driving Miss Tupper into town.’’ “How very nice.” Judith answered. her brain trying to make the leap which this sudden consideration for others on Tony’s part demanded. Kathryn Tupper was wearing hat and coat. Tony darted toward the closet where wraps were kept and emerged with a woolen topcoat and beret. “We’re off!” she said gaily and two left the house. Judith watched them go down the steps. Tony circled the house, evidently headed for the garage, leaving Miss Tupper to wait rather uncertainly by the driveway. Presently there came the jaunty notes of a French motor horn and Tony, driving the buff-colored roadster, appeared. She stopped the car, threw open a door, and Miss Tupper stepped in. Another minute and they were gone. Now. what in the world—? Judith Knight puzzled for some time over her stepdaughter’s sudden interest in Kathryn Tupper. Had Tony really meant to drive into the city or was that an inspiration of the moment? Os course it didn't matter. It didn't matter in the least! Judith told herself this over and over and all the while she was aware of icy little stabs of fear which pierced her composure like needles. Kathryn Tupper hated her—and did not even conceal the fact. Tony hated her. too. There was nothing to be gained by worry. Instead, Judith forced herself to overcome the mood. She Went looking for Arthur but he had gone upstairs to rest before dinner. Judith had to content herself with a novel. An hour and a half later Tony returned and at 7 o’clock the Knight family was served dinner No evidence of new peril reached Judith until the following morning. a a b ORDINARILY. the postman reached 'he house with the morning mail at 10 o’clock. Breakfast had been finished and Judith was in the kitchen discussing the day’s menu with Cora, when Harriet entered the room. "Oh. Mrs. Knight,” she said, "if T*d known you were here I’d have rought vour letter.” “A letter for me?" Judith asked. Harriet nodded. -Yea. ma’am. The postman was here not ten minutes ago and put thp mail in basket on (he living

room table. There were some papers, too. Shall I get the letter?” “Never mind,” Judith told her. “I’ll be through in a few minutes and then I’ll stop for it. Thank you, Harriet.” “Yes, ma’am.” There were several reasons why Judith Knight did not wish to appear concerned over news that a letter had arrived for her. Therefore she was particularly casual, lingered for several minutes to complete the marketing list and then left the kitchen. She went directly to the living room. On the reading table in a colorful Italian basket lay several leters. Judith searched through them. Mrs. Arthur Knight, Arthur Knight, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Knight (a wedding announcement), Miss Antoinette Knight, Mr. A. S. Knight—and that was all! Judith fingered the pile through again hastily. There was no letter in the basket addressed to her. She stepped away from the table, glanced under it on the floor. Harriet must have dropped the letter. But there was nothing on the floor. Some newspapers and larger envelopes lay beside the basket. Judith turned these through hastily. She searched the basket again. Then she went into the hali, opened the door and looked in the mailbox. She rang a bell and the maid appeared. “Harriet, did you say there was a letter for me? I don’t find it.” Harriet bobbed her head affirmatively. “Yes, ma’am. There was a letter. A gray envelope and your name in big. plain writing. I put it here with the rest.” Now’ it was the maid who picked up the collection of letters and went through them. “Well, but I know it was here, ma’am! Where’s it gone to?” “You’re sure you saw the letter?” Emphatically Harriet answered, “yes, ma’am! And I know I put it right here with the rest.” Two little furrows appeared on Judith’s forehead. “It certainly does seem strange ” she murmured. “Yes, ma’am. It certainly does.” Together they searched again. This time, quite ridiculously, Judith looked in drawers, picked up books, shook out magazines. It was all unavailing. “But I saw it!" Harriet insisted stubbornly. "Honestly, Miss Knight, i had that letter right in my hand and put it in this basket.” “All right, Harriet. I’ll believe you. Perhaps the house is haunted —anyhow we have a local mystery to solve. I suppose it will turn up some time.”

JUDITH was trying to conceal her agitation. She went up the stairs to her own room and closed the door. Then she sat down at her j writing desk and pulled out the j lower drawer. There was a small; metal box there. She turned the j key and drew the lid back. There lay a dozen pale gray en- | vclopes. All of them were identical. ; The letter on top bore, in large, flowing inscription, “Mrs. Arthur Knight.” Judith drew the pages from the envelope. There were several close written sheets. The date on the first page was March 15. That was three weeks ago. Slowly the girl re-read the missive, folded it and replaced it back in the box. She turned the lock and put the box in its hiding place ; again. Then she sat, staring through the ■ window. At luncheon Judith appeared preoccupied. Tony and Arthur did most of the talking. Tony throughout her father’s illness had certainly changed in manner. Whenever she was in the same room with Knight—and she spent much time with him—the girl was tenderly attentive. Even her vocabulary was new. Flip, slangy phrases and sophisticated patter were gone. The one mannerism which did remain was Tony's habit of making every one else turn their attention toward her. Now that she

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was a meek and dutiful daughter Tony held the spotlight just as she had in her less restrained moods. Judith listened to the others for some time. Then she said: “I’m going into town this afternoon, Arthur. Any errands I can I do for you?” “Not that I think of.” *Oh, Judith ” Tony Knight purred softly, “will you take me with you? I’ve an engagement and I had Bert put my car u pto have the brakes repaired.” “Why”—Judith floundered clumsily. “Why—yes. of course—if you're not in too big a hurry. I won’t be leaving until fairly late.” Judith was furious at herself. She could feel the warm pink that had risen in her cheeks. “Four o’clock?” asked Tony. The older girl hesitated. “Well—about 4:30.” “That is late,” Tony mused. "You can’t do much in town after it’s that late, Judith. Still I’ll run along if you don’t mind. I can telephone and tell Paula I’ll meet her at 5 instead of 4:30.” Though she minded quite intensely Judith concealed her objections and said she would be glad to have Tony accompany her. Arthur Knight looked worried. “You’re not stopping in town for dinner, are you, Judith?” “Oh, no. No. I’ll be home long before dinner. Just a—little errand on my mind. That’s all.” Inwardly Judith was rebelling. Why, when everything she did had been ignored for weeks should Arthur and Tony suddenly take such Interest ? Why—particularly—today ? * * * THE problem of the letter that had disappeared still perplexed Judith. She had not thought to connect its disappearance with Tony. Kathryn Tupper did not visit the house that afternoon. It was a day when routine duties were pressing and kept her in the office. Arthur wandered about the house like a lost soul. This, combined with other worries, proved to Judith most distracting. At 3:30 she decided to begin dressing. By dragging the prccess I out as long as possible Judith managed to remain upstairs until nearly an hour later. When she entered the living room Tony w T as waiting, perched on the arm of her father’s chair, one hand resting on his shoulder. “Ready?” she asked. Judith said that she was. Soon after Bert came to the door to say the car was waiting. “Bye-bye, darling! Promise you won't be lonesome.” Tony had thrown both arms about her father’s neck and kissed him affectionately. He smiled, told her he wouldn’t miss them for a moment, and that they should run along. (To Be Continued)

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