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746 road rules long enough to reach over and pat her shoulder. “T’ll bring the posies back to your cheek,”’ he said cheerily. ‘I certainly did like you the minute I saw you. And didn’t I tell you I’d come back and take you for a ride?” “You are a perfectly wonderful man,” Teronne returned, fixing upon him the se- rene battery of her eyes, “and—as I thought when you first came up the path— a very nice one.”’ Whereupon, Mr. Whitlock smiled hap- = HERE is nothing more for me to say, my lieutenant,” purred the lit- tle man with the swarthy skin and pointed blue-black mustache. “It is, as you Americans have it, ‘up to you.’ I shall wait here yet one month; it is a pleasant place and there are charming people. You shall think it over well. When you understand me clearly and decide to do for me the lit- tle service I require, then I shall do for you a very great service—is it not? You are in trouble, you have much distress pressing all the time upon your mind. [I shall help you out of all that trouble and make you happy.” ° . *. Lieutenant Fosdick moved his chair back from the little table at which they sat on the veranda of the hotel. He crossed his legs with a quick, nervous movement. THE ARGOSY. pily, and for a moment, due to his mental disturbance and consequent nerve-flutter, transmitted to the wheel, he threatened to run down a red and white cow. But he safely missed her. “We'll do a lot of riding, you and I,” he murmured. ‘“‘We can’t do too much to suit me,” Te- ronne answered. “I feel a hundred per cent. better already.” And as she suddenly thought of Vivian Sinclair and her wealthy father, she felt sorry for both of them. anJhey ouldnt “You're so confoundedly cryptical about it all, Mr. Synka!” he exclaimed impatient- ly. “You offer me friendship and aid in my difficulties in a very mysterious way, and you talk in whispers of a return service that I am to render, but you leave it to me to guess what it is. I’m a poor guesser.” The little man smiled craftily. ‘“‘Not so poor a guesser, my friend, if you would be frank with me,” he replied. “We have had some interesting conversations; you know of the things which interest me, Well, you are too intelligent not to know something of the sort of service that would be gratifying to me.” Fosdick frowned and drummed on the table with the tips of his fingers. “T think you’re over-cautious, Synka,” he said. “It’s about time for a showdown, if there’s anything to be done. You have corrupted me, one might say, merely by Go VOOKS AUUNG (C@)