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; = . ww So aN _— } Si, ~ me © - = Y * a ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. vel 12” he asked gruffly, “‘ where’s Car- be publicity —scandal—talk. It would cer- a tainly be the end of the King of Clubs. T left him behind at the apartment. With the evidence all against Katherine pen this and Vl tell you what happened,” he had at least a chance. | vered Fielding. “ Tl] send for her immedi 2 i d ately,” h vers opened the door to the little finally. oe h drawing-room again, and they “No, J’ll send,” said Fielding, and he a: went to the foot of the stairs and asked 1?” cried. Silvers again. Charlie to tell Miss Olcott that Mr. Field- those!” said Fielding, handing ing wanted a word with her. When she atherine’s. letters. appeared, he spoke the word. It was He looked from them to Fielding, curi- ‘‘ Come!” » vs 1s ly, and began to read., His little eyes Silvers opened the door for them, behind ghted feverishly. But he said nothing the mirror that swung outward, and they ti re had read them all. Then— slipped away, Fielding leading down the S , he said, “ the little Kendall girl, iron steps, Joan holding up her heavy fur r all, eh? I’d never have believed it— wrap as she went. And downstairs in the yet—you never can tell! Women are supper room, Katherine danced, unaware rat! Soft as silk on top and hell of the abyss that was opening before her eath! Well?” tiny feet. read those letters back there in Da sta’s apartment,” he said in a low voice. CHAPTER XV. mepenter Was all for destroying them BOUND, GAGGED, AND UNCONSCIOUS it any one else’s seeing them, but I sii) t stand for it! We had a scrap-— HEN Fielding tied Garry up fast in the heavy portiére cords and aban- doned him, unconscious, on the “see floor of Da Costa’s bedchamber, he felt yu’ve got to let Joan and me beat it now, that for some hours to come that individual id no one is to mention that we were here would be in no position to interfere further all!” . with his plans. Silvers frowned. But one so often reckons what may trans- But no one was to get out before pire without taking destiny into considera- ae | tion, I call it destiny; some men call it fate; ding; “and some men call it luck. But all men have ne ‘Il miss Joan. We can sneak by the in mind the same strange combination of 2 vay that we went before. Anyway, events over which one has no control—the s the condition. It’s either that or I seemingly inexplicable bringing together of up the letters!” ‘dividuals who meet inevitably to influ- e confronted Silvers grimly. ence one another’s lives. t We seem to exercise free will in making our decisions, in our words and deeds— t free or was held for the mur- and yet, sometimes long afterward, we are ared about was that somebody able to trace back the sequence of events, 4, In fact, if it turned out to and we find that what we have said or done Cendall, the result might be has been brought about by something that 5 advantage. There was we or some one else has said or done—and seeviet, Murder cases a complete and connected whole» Fee Foe be at . YOR — e. o>} a j : Ty——_*< v > aS o = i I left him locked up there, and brought m. They're yours to use in any way su see fit. But there’s one condition. ay ’ 1, I was out,” cried Fiel ges: t,” said Silvers. it was all one to him, whether comicbooks.com