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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX (Continued) “Never mind about that,” Fergus responded sullenly. “That's done. The money's gone. I wish to God I had it now, but I haven’t. “I’ve got to blow town, I tell you. Something's come up so I’ve got to clear out. You stake me to a railroad ticket and you’re through with me. You’ll never see me again, never hear from me again. Neither will Larry.” “You'll get no money from me row or ever," Ellen declared. “Maybe if I went to Mr. Harrowgate he wouldn’t feel that way!” Ellen turned away. She clenched her two hands and felt the hardness of the eng*gement ring. This was the end, she thought, the end of everything. She new that if Fergus carried out his threat and went to Larry she could not lie. To evade the truth was difficult enough. To look into Larry's gray eyes and tell Him an untruth was Impossible. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVKN T 1 *ll like a horrible dream **■ so Ellen. That she should be discussing Larry and their engagement. with this man whom she despised! Why didn’t Fergus leave? Why didn’t he go to Larry and get the whole thing over? Are you going to give me the Jack’” Fergus demanded. “No!” Someone knocked at the outer door. Fergus sprang to his feet, his face deathly white. "It's my brother-in-law,” Ellen told him. She w-as amazed at his panic. She opened the door and stopped Jn surprise. The visitor was Symes, but a Symes whom Ellen never had seen before. The man seemed transformed by rage. He strode past Ellen into the living room and faced Fergus. “Get your things together!” he eaid sternly. “You’ve pulled your last trick. I have men below. You’re going to Jail.” Fergus gave a squeak of dismay and terror. He raced to the window, looked dow-n and perceived two figures, muffled in great coats, at the apartment entrance. The rest happened with the swift and shifting horror of scenes in nightmare. Ellen scarcely had turned when Fergus shot beneath Symes’ detaining arm and straight toward the open door into the hall. Instinctively she stretched her arms to bar him. He clawed upward toward his vest. The gesture stopped the blood In her heart. Frozen, rigid, she lookrd straight into the muzzle of his gun. “Get out of my way” Fergus screamed. “Duck, Ellen, duck! 'He’s gone era zy.” It was Symes* voice, but the girl ; did not move. She could r.oi move. This for an endless second. The wide eyes of the running man were like the eyes of the blind. He had almost reached the door when he tripped and lose his bal- < ance. His body pitched forward and instantly Symes was at his back, had j pinned his arms to his side;. Fergus’ hands beat the air In a flurry so agony. The gun clattered to the floor. Symes kicked It across the carpet Into the kitchen. i

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] “All right; I surrender,” Fergus ! whimpered. mam FOR a moment his face seemed almost peaceful in its profound despair. Suddenly he ducked his head and sank his teeth into the lawyer’s wrist. Symes howled, relaxed his hold and reached out too late to grasp empty air. Running frenziediy, with the fleetness of desperation, Fergus dived Into the kitchen and banged the door. “Whc-e’s the key?” Symes shouted. “We’ll lock him in.” “In thedoor,” Ellen gasped. She heard the rasp of the key. Symes braced the flimsy wooden barrier wltli his body. Ellen reached his side. There was a crash of glass and metal from within. “He’s trying to get out to the Are escape,” the.girl sobbed hysterically. “That was my window box that fell. The window’s been -stuck for weeks.” “He’ll break through the glass.” “It’s barred! Oh, what's come over him? Has he gone crazy?” she sobbed. At that instant they both heard a rush of footsteps within, felt the shock of a body slamming against the wooden door. The hinges groaned. “Run downstairs,” Symes ordered Ellen. “There are men waiting in front of the house, men from my office. Bring ’em up!” “You can’t get away!” he shouted through the door to Fergus. The words were lost in the sound of a single shot. The color drained from Ellen’s face and she and Symes faced each other for a wordless instant. “He did it,” Symes said slowly. “He did get away.” They opened the door. The butler’s body lay on the scarred linoleum, his head resting in brown dirt from the window box among broken red and pink geraniums. In a few moments police filled the small apartment. Ellen sat, pale and shaken, In her own bedroom while Symes held off the questioners. Molly and Myra and Bert arrived from the movies. They did what they could for Ellen. There was not much that could be done. Fergus’ body was taken away. J| was after 1 o’clock when Symes, heavy-eyed and weary, saw Ellen. Molly and Myra left them alone together. Ellen looked at Symes and he looked at her. The lawyer cleared his throat. “The police have satisfied themselves about Fergus’ suicide,” he told her. “I can’t forget his face!” Ellen whispered. “I can’t forget the way he looked when he saw the men down in the street.” nan SYMES nodded. “I didn’t dream my bluff would have such tragic consequences. When I got your message late this afternoon, I determined to give Fergus a good I picked up a couple of men from the office to be on hand in case he turned nasty. Intended to threaten him with jail if he wouldn't agree to leave town and let you alone. But I didn’t dream he had a reason, a terrible reason, for fearing jail. “The police believe he has been wanted In Pennsylvania for five years on a charge of murder,” Symes went on. “It’s a matter of

’ checking the fingerprints before j they’ll be sure, but his suicide when 1 he thought he’d been trapped bears out the story. Yesterday the police here had a tip to pick Fergus up on suspicion of homicide. They were going to i Mrs. Harrow-gate’s place last night—did go In fact—but he had disapi peared. Somebody must have got I the Information to him.” j “He knew—he knew!” Ellen whispered. “He knew when he came through the door that he was a hunted man.” “He was a wicked man as well,” j Symes said sternly. “Not worthy of your sympathy.” “I know.” Tears were in Ellen's, eyes. The man spoke quickly. “The police will be here to talk , to you tomorrow,” he said In a mat-ter-of-fact tone. “They’ll want verification of what I told them.” “What did you say?” “I told them you'd seen Fergus only twice in your life,” Symes stated firmly. “Once as the guest of Mr. Barclay, his former employer, and yesterday as the guest of Mrs. Harrowgate. “I told them that Fergus sought i you out as the last desperate impulse of a desperate man, hoping j you'd lend him enough money to j get away.” “Then they needn’t know why he thought I'd let him have the money?” Ellen faltered. “They needn't know anything,” Symes assured her In relief. “Fergus is dead and the case is dosed. I’ll admit I had to pull a few strings to make my own appearance on the scene plausible—but I pulled them and the thing is ended. You have nothing to be afraid of, Ellen —nothing.” “Nothing except my own conscience,” the girl reminded him. Then she added in a slow, halting voice, “Will you mail this note as you go out, please? It’s to Larry.” * * THREE days passed, three wretched days for Ellen. Fergus was buried, and his suicide was written down as another victory for the law. Police and reporters came no more to Pine street. On the third morning, Molly and Myra and Ellen were gathered in the kitchen where Fergus had spent the last desperate moments of his life. It was a different room today, warm, cheerful, and pulsing with life ajnd domestic activity. Ellen sat at the scarred porcelain table, gazing through checked gingham curtains at the white world outside. Myra, busily shelling peas, was sitting on a low stool beside | her. The elder sister’s head rested ; against the younger girl’s knee. | Molly was at the stove, trying her I inexpert hand at anew dish of tomatoes, eggs and rice. It was a peaceful scene with no hint, of discord except the cloud on Molly Rossiter’s brow and the moody listlessness of Ellen's pose. "I’ve, never heard of anything so silly in my life,” Molly declared spiritedly. “Why you should put Larry off now and be upset and wretched when that miserable man's death seems to have settled everything is beyond me. Simply beyond me!” Ellen did not reply. “Exactly what did you say in that note to Larry?” Molly ‘ demanded, turning her flushed face to Ellen. ‘Tve told you a thousand times,” the girl answered lifelessly. “I told him that for a month I’d rather not see him, that there was something I wanted first to decide in my own mind. “You know what I want to decide. The fact that Fergus is dead has nothing to do with it.” n tt a ‘‘AS I was saying,” Molly resumed, energetically stirring the mixture on the stove, “I can’t see that there’s anything to decide. The whole thing’s ended. “Symes told you so and we’ve all told you so. By writing that let-

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sorry for Fergus himself,” Ellen said. *Tt’s Just the idea of there being people in the world like Fergus—people who have to live and die so meanly.” “I can’t be so impersonal!” Myra declared. “It’s you I’m worried about, honey. Mother and I want you to be happy. You’ve earned the right to your share of happiness, and ever since this thing happened you’ve been like one of the dead yourself.” “It’s no use—’’ Ellen began thickly. Tears filled her eyes. She arose

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bedroom and saw that her mother was asleep. There was no escape, so she answered the bell. She had removed her gloves but left on her hat. She opened the door and looked down the dark cavern of the stairs. Suddenly her heart plunged. Coming up the stairway, trailing perfume and wrapped in silks and furs, was Mrs. Harrowgate. She kissed Ellen on the cheek in plaintive greeting. Then, sure of her welcome, she stepped into the living room. (To Be Concluded)

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