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rne Adventurous Career of Constance
By ARTHUR B. REEVE
Dunlap
(Copyright, by the McCbir Kewgptper
(Onpyrtgut,
"i
SUPPOSE you have heard some
thing about the troubles of the
Motor Trust T The other direc
tors, you know, arc trying to force
me out."
Rodman Bralnard, president of the big
Motor Corporation, searched the mag
netic depths of the big brown eye of the
woman beside his desk. Talking to Con
stance Dunlap was not like talking to
other women he had known, either so
cially or in business.
"A friend of yours, and of mine," he
added frankly, "has told me enougu
about you to convince me that you are
more than an amateur at setting people
out of tignt places. I asked you to call
because I think you can help me."
There was a directness about Braln
ard which Constance liked.
"It's very kind of you to place auch
confidence !n me on such short acquaint
ance," she returned pointedly, starching
his face.
Brainard laughed
"I don t need to tell you, Mr. Dunlap,
that anything I have said so far Is an
open secret In Wall street. They have I
threatened to drag In the Sherman law. ,
and in tne reorganization mat win roi-
low the investigation, they plan to elimi
nate Rodman Bralnard perhaps set in
motion the criminal clauses of the law.
It's nothing, Mrs. Dunlap, but a down
right hypocritical pose. They reverse
the usual process. It is doing good that
evil may reault."
He watched her face intently. Some
thing In her expression seemed to please
him. "By George." he thought to lm
self, "this Is a man's woman. You can
talk to her."
Bralnard, accustomed to quick de
cisions, added aloud, "Just now they are
using Mrs. Bralnard as a catspaw. They
sre spreading that scandal about my ac
quaintance with Blanche Leblanc. the
actress. Tou have Been her? A stun
ning woman wonderful. But I long ago
saw that such a friendship could lead to
nothing but ruin." He met Constance's
eye squarely. There was nothing of the
adventuress in It as there had been
in Blanche Leblanc. "And," he finished,
almost biting off the words, "I decided
to cut It out,"
"How does Blanche Leblanc figure In
the Motor Trust trouble?" asked Con
stance keenly.
"They had been shadowing me a long
time before I knew it, ferreting back Into
my past. Yesterday I learned that some
one had broken into Miss Leblanc's apart
ments and had stolen a package of letters
which I wrote to her. It can't hurt her.
People expect that sort of thing of an
actress. But It can hurt the preident
of the Motor Trust Just at present."
"Who has been doing tho shadowing?"
"Worthlngton. the troasurer, is the
guiding spirit of the 'Insurgents,' as they
call themselves It sounds popular, like
reform. I understand they have had a
detective named Drummond working for
them."
Conetanre raised her eyes rtulckly at
the name. "Was Drummond always to
cross her trail?
"Thla story of the letters," he went
on, "put on the finishing touch. They
have me all right on that. I can tell by
the way that Sybil er, Mrs. Bralnard
acts, that she has read and reread those
letter. But, by God." he concluded.
bringing down his list on the desk, "I
shall fight to the end, and when I do
down," he emphasized each word with
in additional blow "the crssh will brine:
down the whole damned structure on
.Ihelr own heads, too.
He was too earnest even to apologize
to her. Constance studied the gr'm de
termination in the man s face. He was
not one of those destined to fall.
"All is not lost that Is In peril, Mr.
Bralnard," she remarked quietly. "That's
in of the maxima of jour own Wall
treet."
"Whirt would you do?" he asked. It
was not an appeal; rather it was an invl
tatlon.
"I can't say yet. I -ft me come Into the
office of the trust. Can't I be your pri
vate secretary?"
"Consider yourself engaged. Name your
figure after It is over. My record on the
street speaks for how I stand by those
who stand by me. But I hate a quitter."
"Ho do I," exclaimed Constance, risin-;
and giving him her hand In a straight
arm shake that made Brainard straighten
himself and look down into her face with
unconcealed admiration.
The next morning Constance became
private secretary to the president of the
Motor TruRt.
"You will be 'Miss' Dunlap," remarked
Brainard. "It sounds more plausible."
Quietly he arranged her duties so that
she would seem to be very busy without
having anything which really interfered
with the purpose of her presence.
She had been thinking rapidly. Ite !n
the forenoon she reached a decision. A
little errand uptown kept her longer than
she expected, but by the late afternoon
she was back again at her desk, on
which rested a small package which had
ben delivered by messenger for her.
"I beg you won t think as badly of me
as It seem, on the surface. Miss Dun
lap," remarked Bralnard. stopping beside
her desk.
"I don't think badly of you," she an
swered in a low voice. "You are not the
only man who has been caught with a
crowd of crooks who plan to leave him
holding the bag."
"Oh, it isn't that." he hastened: "I
mean this Blanche I.eblanc affair. Mav 1
be frank with you?
It was not the first time Constance l,,i!ft.r " instant their eyes met.
been made a confidante of the troubles
of the. heart, and yet there was some
thing fascinating about having a man
I ke Bralnard consider her worthy of be
ing trusted with what meant so much to
htm.
"I'm not altogether to blame,
he
DAILY SHORT STORY-JUST JANE!"
(Copyright, 19Q, by tbe Metlur Ne"fi;.r
8ndicBtr.)
Iavld Carrlck did not mean to be an
eavesdropper. He was merely an ob
server of human nature. And In that
capacity It never dawned on him that he
might hear or see things that were never
Intended for other eyes or ears.
Rught here I was going to tell you
about Jane, but before we get away
fioin David let me explain a little further
'hat because he was good looking a
iital quality In a man and unusually
lever and intelligent a bad thing some
ines for a person-he ttss getting spoil
d And the consciousness of his su
periority, along with his habit of study
ing other people, had led to a sort
"' superciliousness tn his composition
that was rather repelling.
Oat id was w eek-end guest at the Ster
ritts". At dinner. Saturday night, Jane's
name came up and when a few things
had been told, laughed over and dis
cussed. David exclaimed with interest.
"Who Is this Jane you're all so crazy
about?"
"Just wait till you see her." returned
his hostess. "There really Isn't anything
on slowly. "The estrangement between
my wife and myself came long before
that little affair. It began over well
over what they call a serious difference
in temperament. You know a man an
ambitious man needs a partner, a wo
man who can use the social position
that money gives not alone for
pleasure, but as a means of ad
vancing the partnership. I never
had that. The more I advanced, the more
I found her becoming a butterfly nd not
as attractive as the other butterflies
either. She went one way I, another.
Oh well what' the use? I went too far
the wrong way. I must pay. Only let
me save what I can fro.n the wreck."
It was not Constance, the woman, to
whom he was talking. It was Constance,
the secretary. Yet It was the woman, not
the secretary, who listened.
Bralnard stopped again reside her desk.
"All that Is neither here nor there." he
remarked, forcing a change In his man
ner. "I am In for It. Now, the question
is what are we going to do about It?"
Constance-had unwrapped the package ;
nn w ,,i.r.ioalnr i oblon tox.
"What's that?" he asked curiously,
..Mr Bralnard," she answered tapping
tho box -there's no limit to the use of
tliis little machine for our purpose e
can get at their most vlt.il secrets with
it. We can discover every plan which
they have against us. We may even
learn the hiding place of those letters.
Why. there Is no limit. This is one of
those new microphone detectives."
"A microphone?" he repeated as ke
opened the box, looked nharply at the
two black '.tttle storage batteries instd. '
the coil of silk-covered wire, n little
black rubber receiver and a curious black
disc whose face was pierced by a circular
row of holes. j
"Yes. You must have heard of them. ,
You hide that transmitter behind a pic
ture or under a table or desk. Then you
run the wire out of the rocm and by lis-!
tening in ihe receiver you can hear
everything!"
"But that is what detectives nse "
"Well?" she interrupted coolly, "whs
of it? If It is good for them, Is it not
Just as good for us?"
"Better!" he exclaimed. "By George
you are the Roods "
It was late before Constance had a
chance to do anything with the micro
phone. It seemed as if Worthlncton
were staying, perversely, later than us
ual. At last, however, he left wUh a
curt nod to her.
The moment the door was closed she
stopped the desultory clicking of It
typewriter with which she had been toy
ing In the appearanc of being bust-.
With Bralnard she entered the board
room where she had notice-.' Wovtbii,ton
and Sheppard often during the day.
It wm, without exaggeration, one of
the most plainly furnished rooms she had
ever seen. A long mahogany table with
eight large mahogany chairs, a half
inch pile of velvety rug on the floor
and a huge chandelier in the middle of
the celling constituted the furniture. Not
a picture, not a cabinet or filing case
broke the blankness of the brown painted
walls.
For a moment she stopped to consider.
Brainard waited and watched her nar
rowly. "There Isn't a place o put this trans
mitter except up above that chandelier."
she said at length.
He gave her his hand as she stepped
on a chair and then on the table. There
was a glimpse of a trim ankle. The
warmth and softness of her touch caused
him to hold her hand just for a moment
longer than whs absolutely necessary.
A moment later he was standing on the
(able beside her.
"This is the place, all right." she said,
looking at the thick scum of dust on the
top of the reflector.
Quickly she placed the 1 1 1 le black disc
close to the center on the top of the re
flector. "Can you see that from the
door?" she asked.
"No," he answered, walking about the
room, "not a sigti of It."
"I'll sit here," she said in just a tremor
of excitement over the adventure, "and
listen while you talk in the board room."
Brainard entered It, seemed ridiculous
for him to talk to himself.
"If the microphone works." he said
at length, "rap on the desk twice" Then
lie added, half laughing to himself "If
it doesn't, rap once Constance."
A single rap canin in answer.
ir you coulun t hear.' he smiled en- , down. By tiie nay, Worthlngton seems
tering her office, "why did you rapito be another who works late. He left
once?
"It didn't work smoothly on that last
word."
"What Constance?"
He thought there was a subtle change
in their relations sicne tiie microphone
Incident. At any rate, she wa not
ungry. Were they not partners?
"I think it will be better if I turn that
microphone around," she remarked. "I
placed it face downwards. Let me change
it." - "
Again he helped ber a she jumped
up on the board loom taole. This time
his hand lingered a little longer in hers
snd she did not withdraw it so soon.
When she did there was a quick twinkle
in her ees as she straightened the mi
"rophonc and off tied l.cr Land to him
again.
"Jump"' he said, as if daring her.
A niom- nt she paused. "I never could
take a dare." she answered.
She leaped lightly to the Jloor. For
just a moment she seemed about to lose
her balance. Then she Me't an arm
steadying her. He had caught her and
I "Well, Bodman -I scarcely thought It
was ns brazen as mis.
They turned in surprise.
Mrs. Brainard was standing in the door
way. She was a retite blonde little, woman
of the deceptive age which the beauty
to tell. She's Just Jane; that's all. She's
a dear!"
"Clotty?" to Sterritt.
"Yes. That is. no I shouldn't say a
! auty either. Oh, she's Just Jane!"
'Smart-" to Mrs. Sterritt.
"Yes. l mean why, don't know
whether Jane is smart or not. She Just
has a way all her own."
"St nipathetlc?" to grandma.
"Why. yes! Of couise. 1 don't mean
always. The children love her, though.
I can't lust say. Mr. Cariick. whether
Jane js paiticuiarly sympathetic or not.
You'll Just have to see for yourself '"
So Jane was neither pretty, smart nor
awfully sympathetic. What was the
secret of her fascination? And. advised
by each member of the family to see for
himself, he determined tj do so with
the odds against Jane.
That night there was a hop at the club
nnd this gave Carrlck the opportunity he
craved for studying types. He found the
usual specimens, nothing he had not al
ready in his collection of humans. There
were the tiirt and the prude, the girl
who insisted on telling him how popular
she was. the one who fished for compli
ments, the sad one, the merry one. the
silly one. the sensible one, the sweet ene
. I I I i i i i i i ui I I I i i
V
.-THE EAVESDROP
D ll l' l I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
parlors convey to thousands of their f
ssiauous patrons.
For a moment she looked coldly from
one to the other.
"To what am I indebted for the pica
ure of thi3 unexpected visit, Sybil?"
asked Bralnard with sarcastic emphas s.
T V. 1 1 tM I I ...
iuiii unisn tnose letters tomorrow.
mam uuniap. lou need not wait lor !
them.
He held the door to hi own office
open xor ira. Bralnard.
Sybil Bralnard shot a quick glance at
Constance. "Well, young lady." she
naugnmy. "oo you realise what you
are doing an with whom you are?" '
It isn t necessary, Sybil, to bother
aooui .miss Dunlap. The lights were
"Ul 1,1 "ruer na i round -vnss nuniapdo the most cood. Svbtl has them her
standing on the table trying to fix them. eeif. n0w, what hive ycu to report?
You came Just in time to see her Jump You saw tne district attorney?"
i . . . . .
"Mrs.
oniy a few minutes ago."
Constance passed a restless night. To
have got wrong at the verv start w or-
ried her Over and over she thought
of what had happened. And always
she came bark to one question. What
had Brainard meant by that reference
to Worthington?
He came in late the next day
,,,,.-
ever. Still, there was no change in Lis
manner as he greeted her. i lip nw !
dent had not affected him. S3 t n id !
her. Neither of them said anihoi'
about it.
A young man had been waitlnc to ,-ce j
Brainard and as he entered he jske. j
him in.
Just then Sheppard walked casually
through the reception room and into
the board room.
: 1 ; I if
Constance quickly closed her door. I i,..nt.'in.v "
heard the young man leave Brainard'. J (;0:,,c- Not vM
office but she was too engrossed to pay: sht. ,,.,, haMi!v hlt h,,,j ov, r.
attention to anything but the voices ; h -ai-.i.
that were coming through the m:cro- j - i ..v il lak Worthir.e'on " c round c. :t
phone. She was writing feverishly what Hrainar.i. ani.pmg the a::.s of his chair.
she heard. "Kor weeks have susp.-ct.-.i him Th. v
"Yes, Sheppard. I saw her again last have been t,,o el. ver for me Constance.
night." .while I have hten comg around 'at inu
"Whe-e?" ' nit self ot.-n to discovt t ;., S;. Lii has
"She was to meet me here, hut hoplacd a ,.i ali .ir ful tarn-."
stayed later than usual with that new ji.. w;ls pacing the floor.
secretary of his. So 1 cut out and met ! "So that's the plan. Ho'.' i-. keep
her at the street entrance." j the stock up until they i i .started. Then
and the acid one. Then aion? came Jane-
She wasn t pretty particularly not the
sort men would fall over each other to
meet yet the long lashes over the Krat
blue eyes and the Cupid bow of her upper
lip had a peculiar effect on one. These
charms accounted to Carrlck somewhat
for the spell she had cast over his friends.
He danced two dances with her just to
hear what she would ta!k about. But she
didn't tilk at all. She danced divinely,
smiled adorably and answered reservedly
anything he cared to start in the way of
conversation, but he realized when it was
over that he knew no more about her
or what she was like than he hart before
j Th!. piqued his vanity. "She's ( h ver
enough to keep her mouth shut ami keep
people guessing as to her mental. ty, " he
concluded.
It was then that David decided tc eaves
drop. He did not do it deliberately at
first he merely embraced the opportunlty
when it came. Wanting a smoke, he
strolled outside and. finding a bench deep
In the shrubbery below the veranda, he
sat down. His thoughts were busy and
his cigar went out. It was then that he
discovered that h was quite near to the
end of the veranda that harbored the
punch bowl and that he could hear quite
i i lit i I i i I i i i i iniiiiiilii I
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
"And?"
"I told her of the r.ew secretary. She
did Just what I want od came up hero
an 1. say .Sheppard what do you think? :
They -were in this rocm and he had hia
amis about he!"
T'Theletters are all right, are they?''
How muoh did vou
have to ray the
Iblanc cirl
"Twer
nty thousand That's all charged
a Inst the poo!. Sav l-eblanc
up against
well-irive vou mv word Shennard-I can
hardly blame Bralnard ' after all." '
..you are
the last word in
haters Lee "
Both men ' laughed
"And the letters?'
"Don't worry. They are where they'll
Brainard was standing in the doorway."
trot v inch he needed, :. was r,..- t. ;!-
"Yes. Il is ready to promise us a ! There wete voices again the board ing tin! market by matcii ns or.leis. ovia
In.mititit. if we will er, on the stand for : loom. mlding stock which he ovned i.-sinir' ev-
the .State. The ci imuut I business w ill
! l'"m'' later. Only, you have to play nun
j ca' t':,1: ' w the level. K breath
' ' "'"- e iui . nam anu u win n
on off."
"Then wo":l have t,. hold the stock up.
a.- ttn.uph nothing was eni'ig to happen."
Thev her' left the board room.
I ( , j . . ... I, 1 i ..... i .. f
...iii.ii . ill... .'. .Mill llfl llltTI'l s Hill' r,
ne was s ;nK deep in his chair rcaUm?
some papeis.
W hat s the matter"" she asked
She has ent'ie.I a suit for ditor.-e
(Thnt o uug man was a process server."
I "Yes"
I "You are named as o-r spondent along
I with Blanche l.ebanc."
j "I?"
"Yes. It must hate l..-i-n an riffr
, thought Kverythinsr is .fortune.
rel.U! :1 t lotl r-rn ,,i;r ,i n, -. . u
I Plainly the .-env.
t sation of those makinu
s:p of its cooling con-
excursion. for ,i
tents.
"What's the matter. .lane'
flu il! feminine voice. "'Are
sitting out her., all alone'--
Davi.l pri -keil up his ars.
' .ls,ke.l ;i
you tired.
F.vUlently
there tvas another bench somewh
that
-lew-
he couldn't 'c , but that was in tu
of the v.-ra.ida.
"No. but it's too warm to .lau
..vou stay in-ude vou can't h"!p
Ir
sell
o-;t here you don't bate to r-fus. ."
"That sounds conceited." tho ;ght
j David. "I thought so Alter a!l U --cms
'. to be the chief eharacte: is;..; ,,f t.ie fem
i inine sender."
i A few minutes elapsed r.d some new
j reop! came along.
1 "He'io. Jane' kee'ing yourself com
pany?" And so on. Then. "W hat do vou
j .Inn of Steriitt's ruest" Has a pretty
i good opinion off" himself. don't you
I think""
j David sat up p.nd took notice. Here w a -
something unexpected as veil as unpleas
ant, a new sensation entirely. He held
his breath for the answer
"Don't Jump to conclusions, Bob. Maybe
he's all right. I rather liked Mm."
David's ruffled feathers smoothed them-
I selves considerably.
I I I I I I i i i i. i i i i i uiini ill I
i i.i n i i i i i i i i i i i t i t i i I i
let it go down until I'm forced to sei:
out at a loss, buy it back cheap, and
control the reorganization. Well, I
haven't control now, alone. I wish I did
have. But neither have they. The public
owns the stock now. I need It. Who'll
" "rsi-mat s the question.
"e wa-s minium? rapiaiy.
J i you count no a niue near manipu-
,,(?" yourself." she suggested. "That
is-,'"fht Kt the public scared. ou could
L .l" " ".'?1'..' "
then
Ah'y udnJ: d,nr .V, "Ay?
they would weaken their own control.
woman1 Kither way, you get them, going or com
ing." "Exactly what I was thinking. risy
their own came ahead of them accele-
rate it."
It was Just after the lunch hour that
Constance resumed her place at her desk
with the receiver at her ear.
j "My (Jo.l. Sheppn.-d. what do you
: think? Some one js selling Motors five
Points oft and ti!l going down."
" o nai simn we uu .-
Wh
I "Who? Htainard. of course. Some one
' has p. aeiied. W hat are you going to uo?"
i Wait. Let s call up tho News Agency.
i Hello- yes-what ? Vnofficlal rumor of
In oseelM i.in f.f Mntn. I.v tViA
: 1 ... ..... j .... ....1.1-
ment large selling orders placed In ad
vance. The deuce say, we'll have to
meet this ot '"
".Meet nothlne- It-. Mrait.ard lie-. r.'ami Sheprard that I should lil.e tn se-
ing down in a big crash. We pour onr''h(" in n hf'sr.l ror.-n at four
money into his packets now and let him
sen at the top ami grab back control of
our money? Xot much. I sell, too."
Already hoys were on the street with
extras crying the great crash In Motors.
It was only a matter of minutes before
all the news reading public were thor
enchly scared at the apparently bursting
bubble. Shares were dug up in small
!'.. in huge blocks and .slammed on the
market tor what they would bring. All
day the pounding went on. Thousands
of shares were poured out until Motors,
which had been .limbing toward par in
the? Iie:t:hlorh..)...l . f TH had declined forty
points. Bra in 1 1 d had Jumped In first
aid had rea'.i.cu t he top lice for his hold
ings. Vet ilurine a'" the 'i'i.1 scenes when
'he telephone was rliikin Insistently for
i.iui, Brnlrard, hut ing set the machinery
i "i h, he-; nil rieht. I guess, onlv he
' made m 1 as !f I ourrht to bump my
h.ad on t h" ground everv time he comes
near. What is bet Lawyer, Isn't hi?"
"I don't know. I r!ly wasr f Irt-. r
' est.-d eno..-,h to f.n.i "ut!" answered
.Tat:..,
The f.-athers ruffled aa-ln.
Then others cam". "I declare if It Isn't
Jane. ( 'ome up nnd hate a drink. No?
Say, what do you think of that Carrick?
Conceited pup. isn't he?"
Ye gods! Then .I.'iii'-'.- voice : "No, he Is
rot! If a maihas nn thing in his head
th-se cays he has a riant tu b proud
of the distinction, I gu.ss!"
"'luchl" ejaculated the offender. "I
ouht to have known you would get even
for the other night, Jinnle. Well, I wish
tou joy of your Solomcn."
David was expei fencing conflicting fn
s.itiors. He was beginning to find that
Jane had spirit. She wasn't the insipid
person he had thought he- after all. But
why, oh. why, did she feel called upon to
deferd him?'' He loved her for it.
But that wasn t all. Another couple
came along for lemonade and the male
! of the species was m:.micklng David to
! perfection.
i "Stop that, Nicky!" commanded Jane.
"Aren't you ashamed f yourself?"
In motion and having been. ostentatiously
in the Office when it started in ord r to 1
avert suspicion, could not now be four.d.
The market had closed and ('iitiinc
was reading the account of the collapse
as it was interpreted in the Wall Street
editions of the papers, when the door
opened and Brainard entered
"This has been a good day's work. Con
stance," he said, flinging himself Into a
chair.
"Yes, I was Just reading of it !n the ,
papers. The little microphone has put '
an entirely new twist on affairs. And
the best of it is that the financial writ
ers all seem to think it was p! nne 1
by Worthlngton and the rest. -
"Oh, hang Won hlnnton hang Motors.
That is w hat I niea'u "
He slapped down a packet of !tte:s on
the desk.
"You you found them"" gasped Ccn
stance. She lookud at htm keenly. it
was evident that a great we;;ht hn.1
been taken off his mind.
"Yes indeed I knew thera was
I
only 1
one place where she would put tncm-in
her safe w ith her j wels. :'ho v.oul l
think I would never s ispeot that f h
had them ami. besides, she had the com
bination changed. I went i.O to tho
house this afternoon when she was jt.
I had an expert with me. He worked
two hours, steady hut he opened it.
Here they are. Now for the reul gam;. "
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I noticed the name f ihe
manufacturer on your microphone. 1
have had one Installed n He nom
which she uses most of a!! The n
run to the next house win is I '-. e oir ,t
an apartment. I intend o 'listen In'
there. I'll get t his Worthn 1 1 n -y ct ' ' j
for Hours in trie empty a part met. i
pat lent! v waiting for word over th
) microphone.
! At last tnere was a noise as of a door
' P""lng.
"Show them in here."
; "rfjbll," whispered Kteinard as if per-
' haps she might even hear.
Then catne more voices.
" Worthlngion and Prummond.'' he
, added. "Ihev suspect nothing et."
i 'lumniontl knows this iinla
w o:n-
an," said Worthington.
The detctixe launciieil forth In a tira !
ae.ifnst Constance.
"But she Is clever. Pr.immond. Yc
admit that.'-
"Clever as the niak Vm."
"You will ha.-e .. sh1:e'l'"'
"Kvery moment, Mrs. ;,a'r.. "
w hat s all th.s about th panic
Motors, I.ee?"
In
Some other tlm. Sjbil
now.
Prumni..nd. w li.it Jr. people m; ?"
Drummond hesne,l.
'Out with it. mm."
"Well, Mr. Worthlngton, it Is said u
started It.-
"The rieuce 1 did. But I gue :-'r,ep-pard
and 1 helperl it along. We'll go the
limit, too.
After ail. it ha d to come vYe'H load
up nfter it reaches th bottom."
The volcs trailed off.
"Hood nignt, Mrs. Brainard "
iood night, Mr. L); uti:nion i. That
was what I wanted to know
A pause.
"I.ee, how car. I ever- thank vow'"
A sound su.sploir.us-iy ;tie r kt Mm
over the wire. Brainssd elm l:eij i,is
list.
tiood night. s b:l I tr.tisf go i.ow "
Afciun ti.e .... trailed off.
It was :-e(.r.,i inim.f. oe.'ore Br.rln,-a
si. i-.e. Thn il was that he shien n:.s
wrnderful i'liwcr et cr.ncentra'IOT.
T have l conference i-i half , i It ii r,
''custance." ho- remarked, looking a hi
'.,th "It is very Impo'-t r.' It iT.-aps
'ir-.t; n;n-y to support Mo'ors on th,
;..i, Ii.e- tot, ,f. row alter 1 have pa'her"d
in .lgain what I need. 1 think I can
"mo : re'.ty near douhline my hr.diti:.. If
I play it -Ixht. That's important. Hut
, so is this.''
"I ill 'istf-n." ru In (""instance.
"Trust in - '. anvthing else r.ceurs 1
w iM tr T, vou "
She whs et the office earlv Jhe leit
f'a . hut no- t.efor Brain rd. w ho, b: igi t
and fresh, e- en .housh l.e l ad beu up
nil rdtiht, wan prinr.ed frr tl.o Kat''.. jf
his life at the opensne of tl.e :r,ht..et.
Bralnard hid swung n et the tern ttld
Imd quietly accumulated tne sto k con-
ery rievn e that was kn-.wi to hid astute
brain,
On up went Motor". recovering the.
,orty ioin,3. granuaily. smi even go-t
beyond in th
reaction. Worthington and
been (,,;, zerl out ''.'ot
Sheppard iu
for a moment .i d he h t
As the , loe-, on Trinitv O.ureh struck
tlr. e. the i losing hour. . Talnard tvheeled
suddi nly in his chair.
"Miss" Punlan." he ,Blci q.detlv "I
w ish that v would t.v! Won nl ton
Constance looked at 'i"r watch. There'
was Time aiso 10 execute a ;itrie s -ne ne
of her own. were poor, l ercapi i nave nor o.-
Four o'clock cme Hrstnard lo mced j veloped with t en, tne way yo-i want o
casually icrcss to the -v.r.-d r In ! H':t- Hodman, d'd ton ever atop
star.tly" Constance had the -.-I-.e- of : h. 'link that j ilinps. perhaps If I had iv
microphone ht ne.-e.ir. sti.i:nl,-,jt to eatih- ctia.ue t0 be ttiken int.j yr,u:
every word, and to maK - not, s r,f the confidence more often "
stormy sc-n". if necessary. ! "W'.i you forgive me.'" Brainard man
lier door opened. It w Sybil Brain-jaie'i 1 1 blurt out.
ard. I "A'ill tou forgive me?" she returner)
The two women looked at earh other frankly,
coldly. ( onsfn'ice was thf nst to s"cak, ! "I forgive? I have nothinf to for-
Mrs. Brainard." she began. "I asked
tou to come il.iwn here.-not Mr. Worth
:t!t:ton More tlin 'hat. I a ske,j the
otliee boy ! direct ou he.-e Instead of to
his offlt e I 'o you see that machine?"
Svbll looked at it without a sign of
recognition
"Tt is a
was!
V.crophone detective, I;
- By OLIVER ROBERTS
"How now' I .ook w ho's here! I de
clare If it isn't Jafie. Say. Jane, what do
;.,c: think of that duller the Sterritt
b: ought? Isn't he the t ain ore? And
condescending, oh, my!"
"Keep still, Ni'-ky. You really make me
tired'"
"Now, Jane, you kr.nw I'm telling the
honet-to-ooiiness truth!"
"You couidr.'t. Nicky. " laughed Jan
"I want you to know I like Mr. Carri k
and you can t make fun of him."
"All right. You'd better tie his glove
on your sleeve, little champion. Bye-bye'"
David tvas pretty well down. His spirits
were registered about 4o below zero. Kspe
riallv after he had heard himself a!!ud-d
to as "snob." "the Kaiser. " and the
grat l.orC Helpus."
He bad heard enoujh Slipping around
the b-ck way, he found his motor ana de
parted. David thought over things for a week
and !:i that time he underwent as many
changes as a caterpillar. K came out a
different person, humble as the dust.
"I'm going bad; to Jack Sterritt s Sat
urday and try Mo make good wltn those
people. I guess I hate been pretty much
of a cad. Besides, I'd like to see little
Jane."
Jane's eyeg widened nulckly. then nar
tho instal'.iiiK of t!..i- na ii i
tlw
board room which inte r.
trier nlsht.
it necess.rv that Vr '
should put his arm around v; ,v
it uired Mrs. Bramar'i with t
casm.
l had Jv.st jumped
hie and h.ad almost
lost in) halsn
thiit was all
tur!ablv.
pursuea Cviistatv e .-t :
"Another cf r;
droppers told n.e
I T'-iph cr. ea
con-, ei i!ioi! i
nig.it. in your own apartnt-nt. Mr- H-a
aid "
Her face hian-hed
there?"
' V o :
"Ves Mr. Hra'n.ird heA!-d tf
ersation. when 1 t uu-mcr i
t c--i
nr.1
orinii;i;!or. were ther
l i, .j . ..... .
W.r- th'V f
. t nan i.) H-tenii a onft re.n.
alone heard hat pasei
Wcij-t hie C ! O'l r,.t :,; r','--.! "
" ou me :,t ! !i,-n . t .
h'Tse.f
hen M
airs Mralnrd. y.vS ,j
Msnd- ' 1 h-e r... rra.-o'u
;M uisd--1
1 snt
rriHRe i-o.i
An office boy Tarve n tr,
entered "Mi. Br.nniri wants
I ' 1 1 v. I a ! "
n
M
c ;:,sl
sl.l r.ce. ' t,;-.. ! ;,., s;t
' --" ' at it- y
rep hoi,, t,,
ana ,ist.-n over the m
hrj pens?"
.--lie was tore bef.,re
uM ret !y. wst ,-it..j
i'Ut l:e 1 l.'t.'K !, , . ;v
i-l'.e I: td seen 'onti.i;c
Mrs B- a n.
: rr-etn? h;,h
to t,T far a
io Her h.iti
I "eio. .-.! "in .;.-( ,!.,. -.e-.'. .,.
tn-ji nv:! . A,
o-i - n't vove !t.'- shouted a
t'.r. ns'i the t, a.k -t hr ,r
w a. siartl-d - the ..tee o
ii.nton
or'l:
I 'V.Ti'.-t
0. 1 ri- e ' h e
you
that r.o
of hr h
roo
band
T
I 'onstance rea l f-eni her f.rt notes the
part relating t.. ;i. corspt:a- to ,-ont
! Motors cn-ef,; : ml'!!n; the part about
the Ieblnno letters
"it's a lo- a i:,
"No. It h not a 1; . -eo,i cc;,
e ulenc.. (he re.-.nd taken ,,vt i ti-.e tl',.
: niicrophone detective. Look up ih-.-ii
"Ver it.,. . .ndelter. Wort hit
Tile
M. -
"tner end i.
I hllilap'M ,ie;
"I'ii 1'eht
'.n the top ritaui
i. "
tl'.at to r finish.
rain a '. . I
i.e,i are c..er l.-it there qr other thlnst
hesules Motors that u have to unewei
. "N- 'those lette,R. that is what ou
tear, are in tin possession -nw. Vo
j i:".n't know that? All the enve.-dtvrrlnj:
I if yoM chiose to cail it that, w .-, not
j d..n- here, either, oy a long chef. Worth
Ingti'ii. I had one of thrse machines m
m wife's reception room. I have nl,
sorts of lift;,) scraps of conversation."
( lie boasted. "I also huve n ac-
ount cf a visit there from' two er
I sround t eis "
j ",lr.. Brainard to you. sir," an
, no-aiceti a boy at the door
''mstuTiee had risen. Her face wa-;
1 flushed and lier breast rose and fell with
excitement .
j "Mr. Bralnard." she interrupted "I
must explain i-onfess Mrs. Rmlnard has
f.-rii iiiiiik in mv omce i sieiMr.ir t,-. es
over the mlcronhone T rrtnl . I
asked her to come down, uslr.g another
t r.t.me n pretext. Hjt I diiln't thtnk
i 'le wouil nterr"p so soon. Before vou
see her let me read this. It "as a mn
ersaticn j g.t after you had left last
r.ijht Mud so ,'ar I have had no chance
o tell y .o tf it Home one." she laid
r n rtb ul.-i sircji on "o word, "came back
..tier that first Interview. I!ften "
' No a-" ('onetancft read lanldlv from
her n
s, 'no. iVin't think I am un-
Kvatu,.,. Tom have been one friend in
a ti.ousand through alt this. I shall have
my decree soon, now. Don't spoil
it "
"But Sybil, think of him. What did
he ever "are fcr you? He ha made youj
' f t ee a lrwy ,i y. '
; "Hp 's stjil my husband "
j "Take thi latest escapade with this
; Miss ."Xiniap."
I "Well, what in j really know about
that?"
I "You saw him."
i "Yes. hut maybe it was as he said."
The door was nung "Ten. Irtenruptinp
, onstrt nc.e's readlnur. and Sybt' Bralnarr
' entered. The a 1 1 1 ticia II y of the beauty
parlor was all gone. She was a woman.
t w ho had be. n wrongej nnd deceiv ed.
"Next fr'.en 1 a true tiPTt frlend-flem'
' wouhl t.e hu. ! r, I.ee Wrirthlnjrton." sh.-
scorned. "How can you stand thete an'!
! look me In the lace, how could u te-,
me of tour !e for me. whon all th
1 lime you cared no more, for me or foi
:'"t' oiner woman t.'ian ior mai-mar. l.e
I hlanc? Yrn knew that I, who was a-
!-'"iis as I could be or itoi'man, had
' eairi a little -you added more. V. t
i w " haA l iaye.l on mv feeling-
you eltl hwve cast me off. too I know
't 1 know tour kind."
1 h" Pause,; for or-eath. th-n fiirne.!
slowly to Bratnatd with a note .f patho.
in her voice.
"Our tempera ii.ent may have heen dl'
'erent. Rodman. Thev were nrt whet
Site."
"I rou'-i have understood, rtorlman. it
it had br-n Miss Ii tnlap. She Is clever,
wonderful. But that I ebla no never!"
Sybil Brainard turne,, to (.'(instance.
"Miss Dunlap -Mrs. Punlap." she sob
bed, "forgive me You you are a bttter
woman than I am."
rowed, when she saw h'm and she flush".
. o.-isr lously. "I'm very glad to see you
Mr arrick."
"Then I'm repaid for coming," he re
turned meaningly.
He stayed with her nearly ail evenlnp
"tiding himself unwhilng to I'-ave hei
side. "I know why it Is I have taker,
such a notion to her," he kept explaining
to himself. "It's ba cause fhe ;s so klnu
and fa ir-rninderl ."
That n.ght when Jane looked happily
into her mirror she shook her finger a
i.er reflection reprovingly. "You bah
gill." she s older!. "You let him sta--that
night and hear a'l those dreadful
things about himself to teach him a
lesson, and you posed as a Iiui saint on
your own account.
"Now he likes y-.i all to pbces and i
jretting really sentimental. Wht.t are you
a.oing to do shout it? One thlnf are
rot going to do. Yo.j are never going to
M r.n you saw hiin sitting there that
night. And, another thing. y0 i are go-,
in? to keep him guessing for a long, longf"
time how much you really do rate aboijfj
him."
All of which, if David had I nown. he
would hate said pioved that the chief
cha ra teristic of the feminine gender 1 .
duplicity.
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