Marion Marlowe's Peril, or, A Mystery Unveiled — page 7: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN. 5 went for her the following day, only to learn Mr. Horton was standing with his glance that she had not been there. The police upon Marion, and an expression of admira- were put on the case at once, but up to the tion in his eyes that even his business anx- present time they have found no trace of her. iety could not quite obscure. Meanwhile, somebody—the police presum- He felt very little doubt about her ability ably—has started the theory of suicide, and to get the story, but it seemed almost a sin even the newspapers have been obliged to’ to ask her to do it. accept it. Now, I have been informed “A woman to be loved and protected,” he through ‘a source which I can not yet men- thought, as he watched her; then he almost tion, that the artists’ wife did not commit blushed at such unaccustomed sentiments. suicide; in fact, that she is not dead, but is Marion put into her pocket several news- at present hiding in her husband’s home. paper portraits and clippings that the editor There is the outline of your story, Miss had given her, and then, with a charming Marlowe.” smile, she bade him good-morning. “And what am I to dor” asked Marion. “IT will do exactly as you have told me, “You are to find out first if her parents sir,” she said, sweetly. “I will interview the have an inkling of any such state of affairs. others first, and then I will find some frea- You are to find out if the woman is alive, sonable excuse for calling at the studio.” and in hiding, and where—why she is in “You can arrange for a picture of your- hiding, why it has been concealed so long gelf,” said Mr. Horton, quickly. “That will —if her husband or any one had any mo- h¢ the most reasonable, and, of course, I will tive for letting her be supposed to be dead pay for it.” —in fact, you are to sift the whole matter . “That is all right, dear,” spoke up Miss eee: A ee ae oe owt hout Allyn, as she saw the look of surprise on letting any one know what you are after. I Mirionis ce... Hemicats. of course that would see the parents first if I were you. Then St. Clair has one intimate friend, Oli- ver Dayton; here’s his picture, published last the paper will pay for it, so here’s your chance to get a fine oil painting.” Marion smiled and blushed, but she saw week in connection with a society function. ; ; that they were serious and was quite clever Make his acquaintance and see what he ; , enough to see the business side of the sug- knows-of the matter. I believe he was re- gestion. ported to be mixed up in it. Don’t fail to . ; A few moments later she was on her way have the whole story in here by nine o’clock = Saturday morning.” a full-fledged reporter, armed with her first “She'll do it alleright!” said Miss Allyn, *Ss’snment who saw nothing specially difficult in the as- “It seems like a dream,’”’ she whispered to sieuthent. herself as she tripped down the stairs. “T “T’ll do my best,” said Marion, somewhat wonder what I will do next to earn my nervously. “If I faif it shall not be because _ living!” : I have not tried, but I can hardly imagine Little did she realize what her present du- myself interviewing anybody.” ties would bring forth or what she must un- “That part of it is ‘dead easy!’” said Miss ergo before this week’s experiment was Allyn, with a glance at Mr. Horton. “Both ended. men and women like to talk; all you need do It seemed perfectly right to her—this in- . . ; . . . . e is set them going!’ terviewing and cross-questioning, for was it i , 7 comichooks. conn