Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 109: what you’re looking at

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By EDGAR FRANKLIN Author of ‘‘ Suitable for Framing,’’ ‘‘A Noise in Newboro,’’ ete. CHAPTER XII, SANITY RESTORED. UST behind Bartley, the smallest laugh J tinkled out. Young Mr. Greer’s teeth came to- gether with a snap! Momentarily a rather familiar crimson haze appeared before him; momentarily also he longed to turn and seize the younger Miss Severn and choke her, as a mild punishment for her latest little coup. For she had managed it and neatly! She had done it again! By the simplest adap- tation of ancient police methods, she had delegated him the task of confirming her suspicions, and he had done it well! ‘What is wrong, Mr. Greer?” the voice asked anxiously. “With Prue?r”’ “With you,” the voice said. ‘“I—I that is, I mean—I—I thought you'd left the phone?” No!” Bartley said numbly, “Prue is—all right?” “Oh, yes.” “What did you want to tell father?” ‘“Why—nothing of importance,” Bart- ley said. ‘‘ Nothing that can’t wait until I see you in person.” There was a tiny pause again at the other end of the line. “Perhaps you’d—better run up, then, if it seems safe to leave Prue?” said Mary. ‘“* Good-by!” ““ Good-by,” muttered Bartley. He hung up the receiver. A minute he stood quite motionless before the receiver and it was in many ways the most remark- able single minute of his entire life. That voice of Mary Severn’s! It was a brook, rippling through lovely woodland. ‘This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for August 16. 899 oO comicbooks (©) 5}