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8 As the two men seated themselves, they seemed to discover each other, and Mr. Tem- ple Saw first a look of surprise and then one Of amusement pass over their faces. ; He thought no more about it until the close of the first act, when he went behind the cur- tain and was looking the house over through the “‘peep-hole.” “Take a look at those two chaps, Bert,’ he said to Bert Jackson, who was right behind ‘him. “I may be wrong, but it strikes me that there is something curious about them. They've both been watching Miss Marlowe like hawks, and one fellow nearly burst his gloves applauding at the ‘curtain.’” He moved from the “peep-hole,”. but Bert did not turn from the piece of stage furni- ture that be was adjusting. “Oh, I know who one of them is, all ‘“He’s the fellow He was looking for Miss Marlowe’s. history, and right,” he said, carelessly. that was here before the performance. { gave it to him with variations.” “Which is he, the old one or the young?” asked the manager, putting his eye again to the hole. _ “He’s about thirty, a blonde, good looking, but a trifle queer-looking. He’s in the left y” proscenium,” was the young man’s glib an- swer. | “Well, as it happens, there are two of them there at this minute,” said Mr. Temple, in surprise. “Come and pick him out for me. Bert, it won't take but a minute.” Bert dropped his work and put his eye to the hole. A whistle of surprise followed his first observation, “Tf that ain’t Henry Fairfax, Ill eat my “Why, Miss \Ilyn will go crazy when she knows he is hat.” he said, under his breath. here. but where the dickens did he get that blond moustache ? as mine two weeks ago in New York, and His face was as smooth a MY QUEEN. now he’s got an upper lip that exactly ri- vals the masher’s!”’ “Well, your information is lucid, I must say,” remarked Mr. Temple, dryly. “For Heaven’s sake, point out some difference in the fellows! Which is Miss Allyn’s lover, and which is the masher ?” ‘ ‘Fairfax has on tan gloves and the other chap has gray ones. : 17? There you are, «Mr. Temple! The manager looked again, and took a good survey of the masher. He had his own reasons for wishing to know who was inter- ested in Miss Marlowe. ‘The old chap alone in the other box has missed *his location, I guess,” laughed Bert. ‘He ought to be in the front row, by good rights. He probably would be there if we had a ballet.” The orchestra started just then, and, as it did so, Mr. Temple saw an usher enter the box opposite the one in which the detective sat, hand the occupant an envelope and with- craw. MHastily opening the note, he read it, then rose from his seat, picked up his hat and coat and walked out. | As he did so Mr. Temple was amazed to see Mr. Fairfax staring at the empty box, while he threw his own coat over his arm and started to leave the box. The next moment the theatre was in dark- ness, as the curtain was about to rise. Mr. Temple smiled, for he felt sure that there was some special reason for Mr. Fair- fax leaving his box so soon after the man in He determined at the first — opportunity to visit the box still occupied by the opposite box. the remaining stranger and see if he had any connection with the strange occurrence, Before Mr. Temple could collect his wits the footlights were turned on and Deering, the stage manager, had given the order to 1aise the curtain, When Mr. Temple teached eoks.com