The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 15, Number 23, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 5 October 1922 — Page 2

The Big-Town Round Up By WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE Copyright by William Mac Leod Raine _

CHAPTER XVII.I Continued. found himself overborne by the in._l2_ sistenee of visitors. “Must be. According to Lindsay’s “We’re coming in, you know,” the lb the fellow was aiming straight owner of the Bird Cage told him in nn- ’’’ X, swer to his explanation of why his mas- < I ‘.‘Well, they're not here. See for your- ter could not be seen. “This is impor- II taut business and we ve got to see in Shi was right. There was no eyi- Bromfleld.’ denX whatever that any bullets had “Yes, sir, but he said— • |«-X< n.r..u 5 1. .he They “H.-TI h.« "I™ h, covered every lueh of the cross wall lu know* why were h,x. ........ search pushed in and Beatrice followed him. 1 “Lindsay must have been mistaken.’’ From the adjoining room came the |st decided Whitford, hiding his keen dis- Hound ot voices. ... appointment. “This man Collins “I thought you told us Mr.. Brpmfle , a hi t have been tiring in this direc- I had gone to s eep and the doctm said tion. Os course everything was con- he wasn t to be awakened, san 11. afusion. No doubt they shifted round trice with a broad, boyish smile at the xx it. ii. > .i> ii- ffiui ” man’s discomfiture. He stopped, Struck by an odd ex- “Tlie person inside wouldn't take no, 11 pression on the face of his daughter, miss, for an answer. She had scooped and picked up a small “He was like us. wasn he Did e fragment of shaving from the floor, Rive his name? asked the joun, woman. «| “No, miss. .lust said he was from tl the Omnium club.” S' 1 Whitford and his daughter ex- ci changed glances. “Same business we're si i on. Announce us and we’ll go right ; m.” y Thev were on his heels when he gave V their names. 11 ! Broyitield started up, too late to pre- 1! vent their entrance. He stood silent f< I for a moment, uncertain what to do,I disregarding his fiancee’s glance of hos- I' tile inquiry lifted toward the other ii ! guest. . The mining man forced Ids hand. I “Won't you introduce us, Clarendon?" g ! he asked bluntly. i Reluctantly their host went through I the formula, lie was extremely un- c , easy. There was material for an ex- o I plosion present in this room that would . t • blow him sky-high if a match should t : be applied to it. Let Durand get to tell- ' ing what he knew about Clarendon and the Whitfords would never speak to Idm again. They might even spread a f true story that would bar every house ti and club in New York to him. c • 7 We’ve heard of Mr. Durand,” said Beatrice. Her tone challenged the attention of the gang leader. The brave eyes Hashed s “Beat It,” Ordered Gorilla Dave, His de fi aiK . e straight at him. A pulse of 1 Head Thrust Forward In a Threat. an g er wus throbbing in the soft round “You’se Got No Business Here!" throat. . . , , . Inscrutably he watched her. It was < Her eyes went from it. a P ank In n> b>ok h;(nl attraptlve { the partition ami then back to the thin people have „ be adinit . crisp of wood. , 5 "What is it, honey! asked Whit- Lindsay is our friend,” she said. , ~ ~ , . t “We’ve just come from seeing him.” x The girl turned to Muldoon, alert Tn b) wh(nn she was enKaged every quivering muscle. that express d through so many flnMerß wagon-the one leaving he house as twplvp hours we drove up-do you notice it! a new one nlore (>r lpss did not “Number 714, answered Tim, But he w «s still not shockpmmptiy. proof. His fingers clutched tighter the “Can you have it stopped and the ann ()f tbp cbnil , man arrested? 1. o« t you see? 1 hey xe „ w _ wbat d(d hp tpll you? - rebuilt this part>ti-,n. they were tak- Bk . ]ookpd into hls pyes and lug »tway in hat wagon the planks niorp sfark span with the bullet holes. Again sbe had a feeling that there was Muldoon was out of the loom and smnet ahout tbp wbole affair she going down the stuns before she hail , n(>t fatboinpd _ solnp secret finished speaking. It was a qu.utet Clai . pndon aud perhaps of an hour later when he returned. ’ of „ kupw . Beatrice aud her father were not to be ‘ . , . , > . She tried to read what he was hiding. , 8t *'*■ , . ... .... ' srroned in her mind for the key to his ». From hack of the partition came an . , , , whiJn — ’ .. . terror. VI hat could it be that he was eager, vibrant voice. Is that you, Mr. ~ , , L ~ , ... • afrad Cav had told her? What was Muldoon? tome here quick We ve ‘ • knpw pxp Lindsay - s found one of the Im lets m he wa ■ wl since C|arpndon The policeman passed out of the trpn|bling lpst lt be discovered, door through which Lromheh had Arizonan, too, join the conftiade ins escape and found another "• , .ii s x. .i snirucy of silcnco? At auj rate sir small door opening from the passage. - ,/ . . „ , . It Took him into the cubby-hole of a "“” ld »<* unCOver . ~ room in which were the wires and in- “He told us several things, she said Htruments used to receive news of the significantly. “You ve got to make open nu . ps confession. Clary. “What about the express wagon?" The ex-pugilist chewed ids cigar and asked Whitford. looked at her. ljtet‘We’ll get It. Word is out for those “What would he confess. That the " on duty to keep an eve open for it. man with him murdered Collins? Where’s the bullet?" “That’s not true,” said the girl Beatrice pointed it out to him. quickly. There it was. safel.y embedded in the, »“So Lindsay’s your friend, eh? Difplaster, about five feet from the ferent here, miss.” Jerry pieced to ground. gether what the clubman had told him “Durand wasn’t thorough enough, and what he had since learned about He quit too soon,” said the officer with her. He knew that this must be the a grin. “Cronks most always do slip girl to whom his host was engaged, up somewhere and leave evidence be- “How about you, Biomtield? he hind them. Yuh’d think Jerry would sneered. have remembered the bullet as well The clubman stiffened. Ive nothing as tlie bullet hole.” against Mt. Lindsay. „ They found the mark of the second “Thought you had. bullet, too. It had struck a telephone “Os course he hasn t. Mhy should receiver and taken a chin out of it. he?” asked Beatrice, backing up ClarTliey measured with a tape-line the endon. ( distance from the floor and the side Durand looked at her xx ith a hold inwalls to the place xvhere each bullet solence that xvas an insult. His eyes struck. Tim dug out Hie bullet they moved up and doxvn tjie long, slim had follHd curves of her figure,. “I expect he could were back In the front room «nd a handsome reason if he looked again when a huge figure appeared in around for it. m ss. the doorway and stood there blocking The girl’s father clenched his fist A it flush of anger swept his ruddy cheeks. ’“Whatta youse doin’ here?” de- He held himself, however, to the submanded a husky voice. ject. Muldoon nodded, a greeting. “’Lo. “You forget. Mr. Durand, that L ndDave. Just lookin’ around to See the say was his guest last n g . scene of the scrap. Hoxv about yuh?” Jerry’s laugh xvas a contemptuous “Beat it,” ordered Gorilla Dave, his jeer. “That’s right, fd forgot that. I e head thrust forward in a threat, was your guest, wasn’t he. Bromfie ( . “Youse got no business here.” “What’s the good of discussing it “Friends av mine.” 'Tlie officer in- here?" asked the tortured host. dicated the young woman and her fa- . “Not a bit,” admitted Whitford. Aether. “They wanted to see xvhere‘Slim’ tlons talk, not xvords. Have you seen was knocked out. So I showed ’em. the police yet. Bromfield?" No harm done.” J “N-not yet.” Dave moved to one side. “Beat it,” “What’s he gonna see the police he ordered again. about?” Jerry wanted to know, his chin In the pocket of Muldoon was a re- jutting out. quest of the district attorney for ad- “To tell them that he saw Colins mission to the house for the party, with draxv a gun and heard shots fired, reau O K. by the captain of police in torted the mining man instantly. the precinct but Tim did not show IL “Not what he’s been tellln’ me. Hell He preferred to let Dave think that he not pull any such story—not unless he had been breaking the rules of the wants to put himself In a cell for life, force for the sake of a little private “Talk sense. You can t graft. There was no reason xvhatever Bromfield. He knows thats foollshfor warning Durand that they were ness.” aware of the clever trlcjc he had pulled “Does he?” The crook turned dein regard to the partition. rlslve eyes on the victim he was tor- .... - turing. CHAPTER XIX. Certainly the society man did not look a picture confidence. The Two and Two Make Four. shadow of a heavy .“ar hung over him. From Maddock’s the Whitfords drove The telephone rang. •traight to the apartment house of trembling fingers picked up the trans--Jlarendon Bromfleld. For the third mitter H ® J 8 “ oment ’ ii,n M that morning the clubman’s valet turned it over to Beatnca,,

“For you.” r Her part of the conversation xvas s limited. It consisted of the word n “Yes" repeated at intervals and a con- () eluding, “Oh, I’m so glad. Thank you. ’ ;] Her eyes were sparkling when she hung up. t “Good news, dad," she said. “I’ll tell r you later.” s Durand laughed brutally as he rose. “Good news, eh? Get all you can i s You'll need it. Take that from me. It’s i straight. Your friend’s in trouble up to s the neck.” He swaggered to the door and turned. “Don't forget, Bromfleld. Keep outa this or you’ll be sorry." His voice was like the erack of a trainer’s ] whip to animals in a circus. * For once Bromfield did not jump , through the hoop. “Oh. go to the devil," ; he said in irritation, flushing angrily. , “Better not get gay with me," ad- t vised Durand sourly. t After the door had closed on him there xvas a momentary pause. Tim f younger man spoke axvkwardly. “You , can tell me now what it xvas Mr. I.iml- t say told you.” | “We'd like to knoxv for sure whether t you're with us or with Durand," said ( Whitford mildly, “of course we knoxv , the answer to that. You’re xvitli us. , . But we want to hear you say it, flat- . foot.” ( “Os course I’m with you. That I*. . I’d like to be. But I don’t xvant to get , into trouble. Mr. Whitford. Can you , blame me for that?” j “Youwouldn’t get into trouble,” ar- ( gued the mine oxvner keep telling you that.” Beatrice, xvatching the younger rniff/ closely, saxv as in a flash the solution . of this mystery—the explanation of the tangle to xvhich various scattered threads had been leading her. “Are you sure of that, dad?” “Hoxv could he be hurt, Bee?” The girl let.Bromfield have it straight from the shoulder. “Because Oay didn’t kill that man Collins. Clarendon did it.” “My G —, you knoxv!” he cried, asheji-faced. “He told you.” “No, he didn’t tell us. For some reason he’s protecting you. But I knoxv it just the same. You did it.” “It was in self-defense,” he pleaded. “Then xvhy didn't you say so? Why ! did you let Clay be accused instead of ; coming forxvard at once?” “1 xvas xvaiting to see if he couldn’t shoxx- he xvas innocent without —” “Without getting you into it. You | wanted to be shielded at any cost.” The The Girl Let Bromfleld Have It Straight From the Shoulder. scorn that intolerant youth has for moral turpitude rang in her clear voice. “J thought maybe we could both get out of it that way,” he explained weakly. “Oh, you thought! As soon as you saxv this morning’s paper you ought to : have hurried to the police station and given yourself up.” “I was ill. I keep telling you.’’ 1 “Your man could telephone, couldn’t ' he? He wasn’t ill. too, was he?” Whitford interfered. “Hold on, ’ honey. Don’t rub it in. Clarendon was ‘ a bit rattled. That’s natural. The 1 question is, what’s he going to do now?” 1 Their host groaned. “Durand’ll see 1 I go to the chair —and I only struck the man to save my own life. I xvasn’t try- ‘ ing to kill the fellow. He was shooting • at me, and I had to do it.” “Os course,” agreed Whitford. “We've got proof of that. Lindsay is one xvituess. He must have seen it all. I’ve got in my pocket one of the bullets s Collins shot. That’s more evidence, e Then —”

DRAGONS OF EAST AND WEST

Legends Regarding Them Vary Widely, the Oriental Mind Regarding Them With Reverence. Perhaps we never stop to realize hoxv strange it is that among the saints there is room for one to xvin his place by the reputed actual saving of a lady from a dragon. Aud yet this is the story of Saint George of England, and considered in no allegorical light by the medieval church. The wealthhoarding and slaughter-bringing dragons early trailed across the legends of Europe, bringing witli them desolation and forming pietexts for love affairs between lorn roes. The eastern the

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Beatrice broke in excitedly. "Dad. ii Mr. Muldoon just told me over the a phone that they’ve got the express ii wagon. The plank xvith the bullet, r holes was in it. Ami the driver has t confessed that he am) a carpenter, i r xvhose name he had given, changed the j f partition for Durand.” I Whitford gave a subdued whoop, i I “We xvin. That lets you out, Claren- ■ don. The question now isn’t xvhether ji; you or Clay xvill go to the penitentiary, > < but .xvhether Durand xvill. We can shoxx i i he’s been trying to stand in the xvay of < justice, that lie's been cooking up false i ) evidence.” : i “Let’s hurry! Let’s get to the police .• right axvay!” the girl cried, her eyes shining xvith excitement. “We ought j | not to lose a minute. We can get Clay j out in time to go home to dinner xvith ! us.” | t Bromfield smiled xvanly. lie came to j s time as gallantly as he could. “All • right. I'm elected to take his place. 1 • see.” ! “Only for a day or two, Clarendon.” • j said the older man. “As soon as we ’ can get together a coroner's jury xve'll straighten everything out.” “Yes.” agreed the clubman lifelessly. It was running through his mind already that if he*should be freed of the murder charge, he xvould only have escaped Scylla to go to wreck on < ha- ’ rybdis. For it xvas a t-wenty-to-one bet I that Jerry xvould go to Whitford xvith the story of his attempt to hire the , gang leader to smirch Lindsay’s repu- > talion. It must be admitted that when Bromfield made up his mind to clear Lindsay | he did.it thoroughly. Hls confession to the police xvas quiet and business- i like. He admitted responsibility for the presence of the xvesterner at the Omnium club, lie explained that his guest had neither gambled nor taken i any liquors, that he had come only as a spectator out of curiosity. Tlie story of tl/e killing was told by him simply and Hearly. After he had struck down the/gunman, he had done a bolt doxvnstUirs and got axvay by a back alley. IWs instinct had been to escape from ! tne raid and from the consequences of What he had done, but of course he /could not let anybody else sutler in his place. So he had come to give himself up. The late afternoon carried the story that Clarendon Bromfield, well-known num about town, had confessed to having killed “Slim” Collins and had completely exonerated Lind- , say. It xvas expected that the latter i xvould be released immediately. He xvas. That evening he dined at ! the home of the Whitfords. The mine I owner had xvanted to go on the bond of Bromfleld, but his offer had been rejected. “We’ll hear what the coroner’i jury ha» to say.” the num behind the desk at headquarters had decided. “It’ll [ not hurt him to rest a day or two in ! the cooler.” After dinner the committee of defense met in the Red room and discussed ways and means. Johnnie and ' his bride xvere present because it xvould have been cruel to exclude them, but for the most part they were silent members. Tim Muhlo<<i arYixed xxith Annie Millikan, both »f them somewhat awed by the atri osphere of the big house adjoining the Drive. Each of them brought a piece of information valuable to the cause. Tlie man in charge of the blotter at the station had told Tim that from a dip called Fog Coney, one of those arrested in the gambling-house raid, an automatic gun xvith txvo chambers discharged had been taken and turned in by those who searched him. It had required some maneuvering for Tim to I get permission to see Fog alone, but he had used his influence on the force and managed this. Fox xvas a sly dog. He wanted to make sure on xvhich side his bread was buttered before he became communicative. At first he had been willing to tell exactly nothing. He had already been seen by Durand, and be had a very pronounced respect for that I personage. It xvas not until he bad I j become convinced that Jerry's star xvas ■on the wane that he had “come ! through” with what Muldoon xvanted. ’ i Then he admitted that he had picked the automatic up from the floor where Collins had dropped it when he fell. His story further corroborated that ot t the defense. He had seen “Slim” fire txvice before he xvas struck by tlie chair. r Clay summed up in a sentence the *' result of all the evidence they bail 1 collected. “It's not any longer a ques--1 tion of xvhether Bromfleld goes to prison, but of Durand. The fellow has J sure overplayed his hand.” Before twelve hours more had passed Durand discovered this himself. He had been too careless, too sure that he was outside of and be- * yond the law. At first he had laughed ! contemptuously at the advice of his henchmen to get to cover before it e was too late. - “They can’t touch me,” he bragged. P “They daren’t.” e But it came to him xvith a sickening realization that the district attorney g meant business. He was going after him just us though he were an ordinary 1. crook. s Jerry began to use his “pull.” There 1. reached him presently that same sinksi ing at the pit of the stomach he had e. knoxvn when Clay had thrashed him. He learned that xvhen a lawbreaker

ns sacred and of incomparable power. The West, however, trim to its temperament, preferred to tell of dragons conquered and slain by the wit of man. The dragon is almost the symbol of nature in the East, and the different ways of meeting It seem to form an allegory of the oriental mystic reverence of nature and the European scientific conquest of it.—Elizabeth J. Coatsworth, In the North American Review. Work of the Diver. The

is going strong, friends at court wn« f are under obligations to him are a bulwark of strength, but when one’s [ power is shaken politicians prefer to take no risks. No news spreads more t rapidly than that of the impending t fall of a chieftain. The word was < passing among the wise that Jerry < Durand xvas to be throxvn overboard. < Durand tried to make ah appoint- x ment with Whitford. That gentleman t declined to see him. Jerry persisted, i He offered to meet him at one of his .< clubs. He telephoned to the house, > but could not get any result more sat- 1 isfactory than the cold .voice of a serv- . ant saying. “Mr. Whitford does not xvish to talk With you. sir-” At last 1 he telegraphed. j 1 The message read: ! ! “I’ll come to your house at eight i < this evening. Better see me for mis- | sie's sake.” } 1 It xvas signed by Durand. When Jerry, called he was admitted. ’ Whitford met him xvith clpll hos- ; ’ tility. He held the telegram in his , > ImOIFi 'iw H / '' iff/ I' s ; a j “What Does This Message Mean?” H» I Asked Bluntly. hand. “What does this message | j mean?” he asked bluntly. “Your daughter's engaged to Brom- | I field, ain't she?” demanded the ex- I i prize fighter, his bulbous eyes full on his host. “That’s our business, sir.” “I got a reason for asking. She is or she ain’t. Which is it?" “We'll not discuss my daughter’s affairs.” “All ri?ht. since you’re so d —d particular. We’ll discuss Bromfleld’s. I warned him to keep his mouth shut or he'd get into trouble.” “He xvas released from prison this afternoon.” “Did I say anything ztbout prison?” Durand asked. “Therelx other kinds of grief beside being in stir. I've got this guy right.” "Just what do you mean, Mr. Duram I?” “I mean that he hired me to get : Lindsay in bad xvith you and the girl. ; He was to be caught at the Omnium dub xvith a xvom'an xvhen the police raided the place, and it xvas to get into the papers.” • “I don’t believe it,” said Whitford promptly. “You will. I had a dictagraph in the room xvhen Bromfield came to see me. You can hear it all in his own voice.” “But there wasn’t any woman with Lindsay at Maddock’s when the raid xvas pulled off.” “Sure there wasn’t. I threxv Bromfield doxvn.” “Y’ou arranged to have Lindsay killed instead.” “Forget that stuff. The point is that if you don’t call off the district attorney, I'll tell all I know about son-in-law Bromfleld. He'll be ruined for life.” I “To hear you tell it.” ■ “All right. Ask him.” “I shall.” “Conspiracy is what the law calls ’ it. Maybe he can keep outa stir. But ‘ xvhen his swell friends hear it they'll turn their backs on Bromfleld. You knoxv it,” ’ “I’ll not know it unless Mr. Brom- ' field tells me so himself. I don’t care ’ anything for your dictagraph. I'm ’ no eavesdropper.” “You tell him what he’s up against 1 and he’ll come through all right. I’ll - see that every newspaper in New York ’ carries the story if you don’t notify ’ me today that this attack on me is ' off. I'll learn you silk stockings you 3 can't make Jerry Durand the goat.” c Whitford announced his decision sharply. “If you'll leave me your teleL phone number, I'll let you knoxv later in the day what we'll do.” J He had told Durand that he did not • believe his story. He had tried to r 1 reject it because he did not want to I accept it. but after the man had gone ( and he thought it over, his judgment e was that it held some germ of truth. ’ If so, he xvas bound to protect Brom--1 field as far as he could.- No matter L xvhat Clarendon had done, he could not throw overboard to the sharks - the man xvho xvas still engaged to his daughter. He might not like him. In point of fact he did not. But he had I to stand by him till he was out of his trouble. Colin Whitford went straight to his l daughter. 1- “Honey, this man Durand has just 18 brought me a story about Clarendon. He says he paid him to get Clay into trouble at the Omnium club in order to discredit him with us.” n “Oh, dad!” r * “I’m going to see Clarendon. If it’s ’’ true I don't want you to see him again. Authorize me to break the engagemenk for you.” They talked it over a fexv minutes. Beatrice slipped the engagement ring

CHAPTER XA On the Carpet. The question at issue w as not whether Beatrice xvould break xvith her fiance, but in what xvay it should be done. If her father found him gu'lty of xvhat Durand had said, be xvas to dismiss him brusquely; if not. Beatrice j xvanted to disengage herself gently , and xvith contrition. ( Whitford summoned Bromfleld to hls ( office xvhere the personal equation j would be less pronounced. He put ( to him plainly the charge made by < Jerry and demanded an answer. No lie could save him. The only < thing he could do xvas to sugarcoat ( the truth. He set about making out a case' for himself as skillfully as he ' could. “I’m a man of the world, Mr. Whit- 1 ford.” he explained. “When I meet ! an Ugly fact I look it in tlie face. 1 This man Lindsay xvas-making a great impression on you and Bee. Neither of you seemed able quite to realize 1 his—his deficiencies, let us say. i ' felt myself -at a disadvantage with 1 him because he's such a remarkably virile young man and he eonstantW < reminded you both of the West yu 1 love. It seem< d fair to ail of us to try him find out whether at bottom he was a decent felioxx - or not. So I laid a little trap to find out.” 1 “Nor the way Durand tells it.” an- ' sxvered the miner bluntly. “He says ; you paid him a thousand dollars to arrange a trap to catch LimUay.” “Either he misunderstood me or he's distorting the facts." claimed thec'ubman xvith an assumption of boldness •‘That ought to be epsy to prove. We’ll make an appointment xvith Dim for this afternoon and check up by the dictagraph.” Bromfield laughed uneasily. "Is that necessary. Mr. Whitford? Surely my word is good. I have the honor to tell you that 1 did nothing discreditable.” W ait ford leaned back in his sxvlvel chair and looked steadily at . the man to whom his daughter xvas engaged. “Im going to the bottom of this, Brumfield. i.That fellow Durand ought to go ito the penitentiary. We’re gathering I tlie evidence to send him there. Now ; he tells me lie'll drag you flown to ruin : xvith him if he goes. Coiue clean. Can ; he do it?” “Well, I xvouldn’t say—” I “Don’t evade, Bromfield. Yes or ! no.” “I suppose he can.” The xvords [ came sulkily after a long pause. “You did hire him to destroy Lindsay’s reputation.” “Lindsay had no business here In Nexv York. He xvas disturbing Bee s peace of mind. I xvanted to get rid of him ami send him home.” “So you paid a crook scoundrel who hated him to murder his reputation." “That’s not xvhat I call it,” defended the clubman. "It doesn’t matter xvhat you call It. The fact stands.” “I told him explicitly —again and again—that there xvas to be no violence. I intended only to shoxv him up. I had a right to do it.” Whitford got up and walked up ami doxvn the room, lie felt like iuying hands on this well-dressed scamp and throxying him out of the office. He tastI ed something of his daughter's sense of degradation at ever having been i connected xvith a man ot' so little character. The experience xvas a bitterly humiliating one to him. For Bee xvas, in his opinion, the cleanest, truest little thoroughbred under heaven. The only questionable thing he had ever known her to do xvas to engage herself to this man. ' Colin came to a halt in front of the other. “We’ve got to protect you, no matter how little you deserve It. I can’t have Bee’s name dragged into all the papers of the country. The case against Durand will have to be dropped. He’s lost his power anyhow ; and he’ll never get it back.” “Then it doesn't matter much xvhether he’s tried or not.” That phase of the subject Whitford did not pursue, began to feel in his vest pocket for something. “Os course you understand that we’re through xvith you, Bromfleld. Neither Beatrice nor I care to have I anything more to do xvith you.” “I don't see xvhy.” protested Brom [ field. “As a man of the xvorld —” “If you don’t see the reason I’m not able to explain it to you.” Whitford’s fingers found xvhat they were ‘ Imli ■ 11-®/I 1 -®/ IBniiwA- » w • *< “Os Course, I'm Not Good Enough. I r Know That. No Man’s Good Enough for a Good Woman.” looking for. He fished a ring from 8 his pocket and put It on the desk. ™ “Beatrice asked me to give jrou this.” i- “I don’t think that’s fair. ‘lf she wants to throw me over she ought to ’• tell me her reasons herself.” 5 “She’s telling them through me. I explicit unless

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