Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 146 No. 4 — page 157: what you’re looking at

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A NEW GIRL IN TOWN, _ sure to get it right. This is a good girl— a lady, very young.” ‘‘T knew it was a serious matter, sir.” “She’s in bad hands!” cried Randal, quite forgetting himself at last. “ That’s what drives me wild to think of. Her name is Diantha Lore. Did you ever hear that name mentioned?”’ ‘‘ Not that I can recall, sir.” “ ] want you to remember it.” “T shall never forget it now, sir.” “And I don’t want you to get any idea into your head that this is a case of jealousy between Sutlifie and me. Whatever may happen there’s nothing in it for me. The young lady doesn’t care for me. Never will. I believe Sutliffe is plotting to do her harm. Have you ever seen anything or heard anything in there that would bear that out? Think hard!” Kittson slowly shook his head. “I believe there’s a Mrs. Cheeseman mixed up in it, too,’ Randal went on. “Has she ever been to Sutliffe’s flat?” “Not while I was there, sir. Sometimes he sends me out when he’s expecting a visi- tor.” “Does he talk to her over the tele- phone?” “T don’t know, sir. Don’t always hear the names of the parties he talks to.” “ Her given name is Myra,” said Randal. Kittson’s face lighted up. ‘“ Oh, yes, sir. He often talks to a lady called Myra.” “ What do they say to each other?” de- manded Randal eagerly. ‘‘ Have you ever _ heard anything that would suggest a plot— harm to another woman?” _ “No, sir. He’s very guarded on his talk over the phone. The boys downstairs listen, you see. This Myra called him up just before he went out to-day.” “ What did you hear?” Kittson shook his head. ‘“ Nothing of any account, sir. The other party did most of the talking. All I could gather was that _ Tight. He was in a rare good humor when _ he went out.” __.“ That means everything is all wrong for us!” said Randal bitterly. ts Pe rte peterherh e d something they were bothered about was all . stances I’d never think of asking you to g against your boss. But this is serious, And I’m not asking anything for myself. 4 for her. Where the safety of a young rl is concerned we’re justified in doing any-— thing!” ‘ Ae ‘“ Don’t you worry about that, sir,” Kittson grimly. “I earn my wages good— with what and all I have to put up with. — Apart from that I owe him nothing. Ill go through his letters.” “No!” cried Randal in horror. a couldn’t have you do that! There wouldn’t — be anything in writing, anyhow. I forbid _ you to touch his letters!” “Very well, sir,” said Kittson with a de- mure air that suggested he would use his _ own discretion in obeying, | f CHAPTER XXII. ' 2s THE COUNTERPLOT. YRA was not a little botiened iin Di. antha’s abrupt departure from ‘ears party. Sutliffe disappeared at abou of obtaining an explanation from him. She did not call Diantha up on the telephone. — On the whole, it seemed safest to call for ro just as if nothing had happened. Naturally Diantha, whatever her p feelings, had to receive her Rie ished friendliness. Myra 7 lieved. It appeared from planations that Sutliffe had t too ardent the day before, b . - Sas mr