Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 146 No. 4 — page 162: what you’re looking at

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” Kittson got a shock upon hearing that mame. His startled eyes dwelt on the girl compassionately. Nobody was looking at Kittson, of course. His brain began to work fast. Sutliffe followed the servant out of the room. “ Kittson,” he said, “ I want you to tele- ; phone Clarétie’s to send in a supper for two in—say, half an hour.” ~ For two, sir?” “For two, I said. Yet me see—iced - bouillon, squab en aspic, asparagus, ices, petits fours. Get Armand, the head waiter, on the phone and tell him who it’s for. Armand knows.” “ Yes, sir.” “ Don’t forget this. The waiter is to ring three times, so I'll know who it is.” _ ™ Three times, sir.” “ Get the coffee machine ready to start, and put a couple of bottles of my ’04 cham- pagne to ice. After you have done that you can take the night off.” “ The night off, sir?” “Yes, yes,” said Sutliffe, impatiently. * *t want to see you again until noon to-morrow. Here’s a twenty for you.” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” stammered . Kittson. Sutliffe returned to the living room wear- ing a maroon velvet smoking He made some light apology about “© wanting to be comfortable.” The bizarre om was decidedly becoming. Diantha wondered what had become of Next to Sutliffe’s room was the dining the corner of the building. The bedroom, — once occupied by Randal Guyen, ape the living room, with a window on the aye- nue, while kitchen, pantry, servant’s room, et cetera, were on the inside of the building, — across the hall that ran from front door to living room. Back in the living room again, Diantha spotted a handsome mahogany cabinet that served no ostensible purpose. “ Is this a camouflaged phonograph?” she asked lightly. “‘ Let’s have a tune.” “ That’s my strong box,” said Sutliffe. “ Doesn't look very strong.” “ Wait till you see the inside.” He took a little key from the top drawer of his desk alongside. “Is that where you keep the key? How considerate!” laughed Diantha. “ Oh, this key doesn’t count.” He opened the wooden door of the cab- inet, and inside was revealed a sphere of Steel sufficient to intimidate the most enter- prising of burglars. Into its round face @ door was let in, with the usual handle and combination dial. There was a spot of color in Diantha’s either cheek, and her heart was beating fast. Could she charm him into opening it? : ‘‘ T saw a play once,” she said, “ in which a crook was supposed to open a safe like © that by turning the knob and Jistening! Do you suppose that’s possible?” ¥ “ Just a playwright’s dream, I menue laughed Dimmock. “ But how would you get it open if lost the combination?” asked Di: ae “You couldn’t lose it,” said Su “It’s etched inside your skull I own name.” wel _ ~ comicbooks.com