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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 18, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By H. M. Egbert
(Copyright, 191p ,W. G. Chapman.)
"I don't know what to do with my
self evenings," sighed Ronald Cray,
leaning out of the back window of
his bachelor apartment and survey
ing the gloomy flats around him.
Two months before he had been
summoned home from New Mexico,
where his power dam had made him
famous, to take charge of the en
gineering department of his company
at headquarters. His salary was am
ple, he had wealth, he was only
twenty-five; yet he had managed to
make no acquaintances in the big
A free life in the West had made
him different from the average city
bred young man; he thought the me
tropolis stiff and its people devoid of
Suddenly, as he leaned out, survey
ing the huge buildings and speculat
ing how many thousand lives ran on
in them, a light sprang into being
in the building opposite, on the fifth
floor on a level with his. Behind a
drawn shade he saw the silhouette of
a man.
He was stooping over a table and,
as Cray watched, he saw the shadow,
of a woman behind him. Suddenly
her hand plunged downward. The
elongated object, in it looked like a
poniard. It struck the man in the
side of the neck and he rolled over.
The woman stood looking at him
for a moment; then, with a gesture
of triumph, .she flung the poniard out
of the window, raising the shade a
little. Cray heard a metallic tinkle
in the court below. Then followed
He leaned out, astounded at what
he had s&en and hardly believing it
real How long he waited he did not
know. Suddenly his bell rang.
He went out into the passage and
saw, standing outside the door, one
of the most beautiful women whom i
he had ever met. She was twenty
three or four. Her eyes gleamed
with feverish intensity, her hair was
disheveled and her hands were red.
"Save me! Hide me! Help me!" she
Cray did not hesitate an instant.
He pulled her through the doorway
and led her to the bathroom. He
filled the basin and washed her
hands, drying them on a towel after
ward. Then he took her into his
spare room.
"You're quite safe here," he said in
a low voice. "Nobody saw you come
. jpl PnI I
Saw the Shadow of a Woman Behind
in. You can stay as long as you want
She crouched in" a corner, glaring
at him Jike a hunted beast He hesi
tated, then he closed and bolted the
window and withdrew, leaving the
door open.
For half an hour he waited, fearing
that he would hear the bolt snap,
that she would try to plunge down
into the court below. But hardly a

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