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16 * address is not in the Directory, and no one else in the office knows it. I am very sure Miss Allyn doesn’t; so you see I am the sole custodian of his secret.” “It- seems very strange,” said Marion, frowning; “I can’t understand such secrecy at all! Why should a man be ashamed to tell his address ! oe Villard bit his lips, but his face lighted _ after a minute. Pa ’ “Fairfax is not ashamed, I can assure you,” he said, quickly. ‘There are business ‘reasons, I presume, for his silence; still, I am only under promise not to tell his business address. I don’t know where he rooms now, but he used to live at the ‘Rosedale.’ ” “Why, that is where I am living!” ex- “but I have not been there quite a week, and, then, He could easily live there without my meeting him.” “Well, I’d ask in the office,” said Mr. Vil- lard, with a sigh of relief. “No doubt, if he has left they can tell you where he went, or claimed the young girl, excitedly; it is a fairly good-sized hotel. a letter addressed to the ‘Rosedale’ would surely follow him.” “But a letter would take too long,” said Marion, impulsively, “The matter must be settled to-day, or I believe I shall go crazy!” Mr. Villard looked at her pityingly, but he dared not question her. “T hope he is not in any trouble,” he ven- tured to say. “It would be terrible for Miss Allyn, for I believe she loves him.” Marion did not answer, only held out her hand. Mr. Villard,” don’t speak of this to any one, | “Good-by, she said, quickly. ‘Please may be able to find Mr. Fairfax, after all, for you may depend upon it I shall scour the city thoroughly.” As she left the room Mr. Villard stared after her. “Mie bravest, noblest girl in New York?” ~ you!” MY QUEEN. he whispered to himself. mischief has Fairfax done? “Now, what the sake, she is determined to get him out of it.”’ He started back toward the office? but be- fore he reached the door he heard a light step on the stairs that led up from the pavement. “It’s Fairfax, by Jove!’’ he cried, as that yoting man appeared before him. “See here, man,’ what in thunder have you been doing, I’d like to know? was just- here! She’s on the warpath for CHAPTER VIII. MARION S OFFER OF ASSISTANCE. “As Marion hurried back to the hotel she tried to think over the situation as calmly as possible, but she was terribly disturbed over her failure to find Mr. Fairfax. Why was he trying to dispose of stolen Whose were the gems and where did he get them? Th brain, but she could not answer them. It gems to Mother Nance? was inexplicable to her that he should have ~ been there on such an errand. “He said the jewels were merely an excuse to fet into the house,” she reflected, “but, oh, why did-I not ask him how they came ‘ > Ra in his possession !” It had not entered the fair girl’s mind to: | She only felt that there was something which she did not understand distrust him yet. which would clear him at once, could she only fathom it. , She knew that his motive in going to that terrible den had been merely to save poor Maggie Lewis, for he had told her honestly that he was interested in the girl and was trying to help solve the mystery of her — z parentage. Mariot) was an unsophisticated country girl a Got himself in-- to some scrape, I suppose, and this girl has” heard of it, and for her friend Miss Allyn’s Miss Marion Marlowe estions were running through her comicbooks a aA em )\ C Wy \ | ad