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dinner at my house some night? Just you and Sutliffe, Henry and I.” “Love to,” said Diantha. “Some night when the colonel’s dining out.” “Set your own time, my dear, and I'll a? “T'll let you know,” said Diantha. That afternoon Myra summoned Sutliffe to her apartment, and gave him a piece of her mind. “Do you want to spoil every- thing?” But Sutliffe was sullen. “ You may have been right in the beginning,” he said, “ but it’s gone too far now. This girl is prepared to string me along indefinitely. I'm going to show her now. I’ve had enough of her high and mighty attitude. I mean to break it down. Just give me the chance, that’s all. It’s ridiculous to pay court to old man Flowerday’s mistress as if she were a virtu- ous woman! Only swells her head!” “She may not be his mistress,” mured Myra. “ Ah, tell that to the marines!” Myra loved intrigue for its own sake, and had any amount of patience in weaving her plots. But she saw that in Sutliffe she had a recalcitrant weapon. She must use him as she could. ** All right,” she said with a shrug. give you your chance. The rest is mur- ee Tl is up to * When?” he asked vy. “ The night she comes here to dinner.” “No, you fool! What do you think I am? Afterward in your own place.” Sutliffe’s eyes glittered. See eeecne Saw Dianthe, Myra casual- ly referred to the dinner again. “ We might eee ens sherward And Sutliffe —_ not cared to move in the é Quite like a melodrama, isn’t it?” “Ha!” cried the colonel with “We could turn that to our vantage. You wouldn’t be afraid to go, would you. provided I took ample measures for safety’ i “ Certainly not,” said Diantha stoutly. ; “ What night?” he asked. “ That’s for you to say. It’s supposed to be the first night when you're going to be out.” “ Good! That will give me time to pre pare. Let me see. The woman will be hor- ribly in the way—” | “Qh, I fancy we'll lose Myra some where,” said Diantha dryly. “The whole thing smells of a conspiracy.” “Of course!” said the colonel. “ Let me think. I ought to have at least a week Next Friday night—that is, a week from to-morrow, there’s a banquet of the Latin- America Association at the Madagascar. Tell them I’m going to that. Tell them it will be an all-night affair.” ) Diantha nodded. “ But you said the let © ters weren’t in Sutliffe’s rooms.” ; “Tl have them there that night, my © dear.” Colonel Flowerday now desired to talk to Mrs. Guyon again. For obvious reasons he could not write to her, and to call her upon — the telephone was no less dangerous, SINCE ~ Mrs. Guyon talked through a switchboard in the Guyon house, and servants were bound to listen in. The colonel looked. > the society column in the Tit oO his opportunity in a ball of i? bocker Society to be given at the F night. Mrs. Guyon was named amor patronesses. ne wel For several years Coleet . a 7" “comicbooks.com