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THREE DAYS OF IT. care of her, she’d have to be put in the asylum, so if I could go through with it and make folks believe I was out of my mind, too, I wouldn’t be sent to prison; there wouldn’t even be a trial. I’d be put where Lucy was. We’d be together there, and perhaps they ’d let me go on caring for her and comforting her as long as she needed me. That was what I promised— years ago—”’ At some memory of that promise, and of all the years through which it had been kept, sobs rose in her throat, choking her - voice and blinding her eyes with tears. She put out her hands gropingly and turned in an uncertain manner, tottering feebly away. (The hk Chauncey C: Hotchkiss _ OOD morning, Mr. Kent.” I was looking at some opals in a jeweler’s window on Maiden Lane when I heard my name called. I glanced up and saw Michael Clancy at my side. Clancy is a “ plain-clothes ” man attached to the Central Office. I always liked Clancy; he is a gentleman by instinct if not by edu- cation, and a bit of a philosopher,in addi- tion. : ‘See anything there you want?’’ he asked pleasantly, as I returned his saluta- tion and shook hands with him. ‘No,’ I ae om ¢ Digitized by (“Go gle 315 But Joel Benton had stepped forward. The erectness of his figure, the light in his eyes made him seem for a moment a younger man. He put his hand with boyish awkwardness on Hetty’s shoulder, and as she turned toward him, sobbing, he drew her into the circle of his arms, holding her close and putting his cheek down against her hair. “ You’ve kept your promise, Hetty,” he . whispered; “ you’ve given up everything to keep it. And I’ve stood by and waited while we both grew old. But now that it’s over, and Lucy’s past needing you, there ain’t anything in the world to keep us apart. For the rest of your life, Hetty, you’re go- ing to have some one to take care of you!” end.) — said. “ There’s nothing uncommon in the lot. What are you doing down here?” “Special detail,” he answered. ‘‘ Only cruising around to see if any crooks have got below the dead-line. I heard that ‘Beau’ Kelly had been seen near the City Hall. He’s been at another job. I’d like to take him in.” I wasn’t interested in Beau Kelly; I’d never heard of him. ‘“ Had lunch?” I asked; for just then St. Paul’s boomed twelve. ce No.”’ Original from (CCO)ANINC 6) 0)(0) S (C(O) = HE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY