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MY OFFICIAL ^YIFE
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Lennox straightened himself. After all, as she said, it was only for a few days, and nobody need know till it was safely over. If he ever got ont of this police-ridden country, he would take precious good care never to return ! A waiter, bearing two cards on a tray, saved the necessity of a reply. In fact, there was no time.
" 0 1 g a and young Sacha, the nephew," he said, in fresh alarm. ' ; Do you really think you can carrv the thing thru?"
Helene M a r i e glanced into the oval mirror beside her. A smile touched her full, red lips.
' ' An old woman ? " she queried
sweetly; "a young man ? — wait and see!"
It appeared to Lennox, half an hour later, that she was overdoing the matter a bit. It was well enough for second cousinsin-law to be cordial, but that handsome young pup of a Sacha ought to remember that he was speaking to a married woman in the presence of her husband! After their visitors were gone, he attempted to remonstrate, but the volatile Helene Marie closed the door of her bedroom in his face, effectually putting an end to argument. Remembering Constantine's invitation, he strolled moodily downstairs, paused at the desk long enough to write a telegram, to his daughter, telling her not to return on his ac
WHAT LENNOX SAW THRU THE KEYHOLE
count, and then took his way to the club, threading amid a thousand new sights and strange sounds with the unconcern of a sleepwalker. And behind, under the cover of the night, a slender, cloaked figure slipped thru the crowds with the sure foot of one who has taken the same path many times before.
The clocks all over the city were yawning twelve as Lennox slipped into the dark parlor again. He had received a shock, and the disagreeable after-twinges of it were still playing up and down his spine. Had or had not Helene Marie been one of those women he had just seen struggling in the grasp of the police ? Her empty bedroom confirmed his worst fears. It was harassing enough to become possessed of a beautiful and superfluous wife, without having to lose her. He tottered into his own room and sank nervelessly on the side of his bed. A latch squealed in the parlor ; a light footstep, and the missing lady was before him, finger on roseate lips. "Sh-h-h!" she sibilated— " try to pull yourself together, my friend. Baron Friedrich is coming up the stairs, and I think he is on our trail !" Lennox suddenly felt quite cheerful, almost hilarious. After all, the reports about Siberia as a residence district might be greatly exaggerated. He shook the Baron's hand with the cordiality of one who enjoyed having