Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 20: what you’re looking at

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Ruby, the child actress, who sat in a high- yt ir by her mother. . | “Have Bert and the doctor materialized | ~ yet?” were Miss Allyn’s first words. “Mr. - Temple told us at ices that they were * ymong the missing.” = As she asked the question, Mr. Temple came in. His face was grave and decidedly : ious. a “Not a sign of the truants, Miss Allyn,” he ‘said, soberly. “I can’t understand where they could have gone. There’s no place in this city that they would be likely to visit!” q _ “They, don’t drink or play poker, and there’s nothing else,’ said Mrs. Burnside, thoughtfully. ’ “Well, they'll have to come back before - They would never dream of cutting 39 ele pe e Rs ssst- _ a Tt | is aeahisty now,” said Marion, elanc- ing up at the dining-room clock, “and*you are sure they have not been in their beds all ‘ni cht, Mr. Temple ai “Quite sure. I’ve been to their rooms a dozen times since midnight,” swer. “Hinton, the calcium man, says that the doctor got a letter just after the third act last night. bearing on the matter.” “Well, I’m glad Bert is with him,” ‘ larion, thankfully. “There can’t anything 7 happen to them both, I am sure. , They are sufficiently wide- awake to take ae of was the an- That may or may not have some said tl emselves under any ordinary conditions, ‘and if something unusual has happened they _will take care of each other.” f There was a little cry from Alma Allyn and every one turned suddenly. Henry Fair- * ; > 2 > * ” was gaits toward their table. had just entered the dining-room and - To the ‘casual observer, Fairfax looked per- ee e tly calm and smiling, but Alma Allyn’s oving glance had detected something else; wore, MY QUEEN. ‘handed Mr, Temple a bit of paper. 17 she discovered that her lover was laboring under considerable excitement. After greeting them all pleasantly, Fairfax It was scribbled all over in pencil and seemed to be the first draft of a letter. “That was found in Philip Dunlap’s pocket, when he was searched at the station-house “and I have come last night,” he said, briefly, to see if Dr. Brookes is on hand this morn- ing. Mr. Temple read the scrawl carefully, growing more disturbed every minute. When he finished he looked first at Mr. Fair- fax and then at Marion. >] “Oh, what is it?” cried the young ciel, half rising from the table. “Please don’t keep us in stispense another minute, Mr. Temple!” “Shall I tell her?” inquired Mr. Ms i, turning to Fairfax. “T think so,” was the detective’s deliberate answer. “It is only a hoax, so one part of it need not distress her—the part that refers to her father, Joshua Marlowe.” Marion rose to her feet with a little cry, but Mr. Temple put his hand on her shoulder soothingly as Fairfax made a rapid explana- tion. “Here it is in a nut-shell; as I understand if,” he said. eye on Dr. “This fellow Dunlap has his Brookes. He knows he is rich and that he carries a good deal of money with him. He comes to the theatre and doés a lot of pumping, incidentally learning some- thing of Miss Marlowe’s farmer father. Then he goes to work and concocts this letter to Dr. Here he took the letter from Mr. Temple and handed it to Marion. “Of course, he has discovered that the doctor is in love with Miss Marlowe, so he makes a shrewd guess that he will investigate the let- Brookes.” ter, which will take him into the section of the city where ‘sand-bags’ and ‘black-jacks’ are most successfully operated. The only EORNICLOOKS.CO