Marion Marlowe Entrapped, or, The Victim of Professional Jealousy — page 21: what you’re looking at

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| y, he never told me that he sang, she said, after a minute; of of course, I knew he was a.great admirer of music.” 3 “He is E said Miss Allyn, smiling, ‘ much mistaken, he is also passionately fond ; of a certain singer.” ) _ She pinched Marion’s arm very gently as 3? “although, ~ passionately fond of singing,” ‘and unless. I’m ‘swer ready. _ “Here we are at Dollie’s,” said Miss Al- n, poking her head out of the carriage window; know you are safe, and then you must come over and stay all night at my bachelor’s quarters.” Her friend sprang out of the carriage and Tar up the steps. “now you must run in and let them In a few minutes she re- tu urned, bringing a small handbag with her. “Oh, Marion, I’ve seen a sight!’ was Miss Allyn’s greeting. “A creepy-looking ‘chink’ Just passed the carriage. ? , and he was simply hideous.” “Are you sure it was a Chinaman?” asked N Marion, quickly; ‘ His face was all ‘a small, swarthy fellow, with long, yellow, clawlike fingers?” _ “He was small and swarthy all right,” was the answer, “but his hands were out of sight. 1 couldn’t see his fingers.” “That is very strange,” said Marion, half to herself, as she seated herself beside Miss Al Allyn, “That is the second time I’ve known of gaat fellow being around here, and I’d ii e to know what he is striving to accom- plish. 3 “He looked like a ghoul,” was Miss Al- lyn’s extraordinary answer. “I have seen Pictures of such creatures; they are always haunting graveyards.” : “I wonder if he can be that wicked China- man who steals young girls,” said her com- panion, thoughtfully, and then she told of the article Dollie’s husband had seen in the Paper. ere he + a Sey - Bane spoke, but thebeautiful girl had no an- 19 Miss Allyn had been in the business too long not to know that even stranger things than this occurred in a big city, so she listened without a word and at the end she seemed to be thinking deeply. “We must be on the lookout in the fu- ture,” she said, “and above all we must warn Dollie to be very particular. She never step out after dark unless Ralph is newspaper must with her.” “T don’t think she does” was Marion’s an- swer; then-a sudden idea seemed.to come to both of them. “Perhaps he isslooking for you,’ Miss Al- lyn said, slowly. “Well, I hope not,” said Marion, with a “but Yd much rather it would be me than my darling sister.” shiver, CHAPTER X. ~ CLAYTON GRAHAM’S MURDER When Marion awoke the next morning she saw Alma Allyn standing by her bed- side, her eves fairly bulging with horror. “Quick, Marion, look!” she cried, hold- ing out the morning paper. “Clayton Gra- ham is dead. He has been murdered in his own apartments.” The young girl sat bolt apnea’ in bed and She could could hardly speak for a moment after she snatched the paper hastily. finished reading. “It was Carlotta, no doubt,” said Miss Allyn, slowly, “for they say she is missing and has been since midnight.”’ “It is dreadful,” cried Marion, springing sout of bed. “Oh, it doesn’t seem possible that she could have done it.” “Well, they know it was a woman,” said her friend, as she glanced over the paper again, “and who so likely as Carlotta ?” “I knew they had been quarreling fre- quently of late—every one in the company knew rt,” was the thoughtfah antrelnoiias CO