Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1916)

Hie Other Sister mi senger continued. "He has lost his cauWe may be able to learn something worth while. Let me bring him. We will watch outside. If he becomes dangerous — " and he made a significant gesture. Olga saw the force of the argument. Her one passion in life was to avenge her lather, to carry out her oath and kill the man who, she had been told, had been driving about Warsaw with this American. If it became necessary to kill the American— this John Huntington — also, then so much the worse for Huntington. That was all. Let him be brought to her. The messenger departed. "Come," he said laconically to Huntington as he entered the cafe, and Huntington followed him without misgiving. He was puzzled, bewildered, but Lisa would explain. His guide ushered him into a closed carriage and drew down the blinds. More myster) .' Hie man on the box drove like mad. wnli manj turns and windings, stopping finallj in a dark ami narrow alley. His guide stepped out lirM, and bi fori he could slop U) get his the American was pulled thn a narrow dour, into a dim pas up a flighl of --tairs. di.w n another passage, dow nstairs again all in utter darkness led always by the hand. Finally thej entered a small, almost bare room, lighted only by an open lire. And there, seated in the glow of the flames, was -Lisa. She rose and looked at him piercingly, while he ga i at her in wonder at the environ ment. Imperiously she waved her hand at the guide, and he retired. "Lisa !" John exclaimed, and held out his open arms. She turned her back to the fire so that he could not see the expression of astonishment that she felt coming over her face. Lisa ! In a flash it all came back to her — the photograph of two children at which her father had often gazed with brimming eyes, his evasive answers, her eventual discovery that she had a twin sister who still lived, and whose name was Lisa. From the other end of the world had come the one man in the world — the man who loved her sister, a man Avho had the confidence of the police, a man who thought she was Lisa, a man whom she could use as a tool in working out her vengeance ! She stood silent, pondering, but never forgetting her single* absorbing passion. Her brain alone ruled her. Her one thought was how she could make use of this man, lead him on. encourage his mistake, let him have his way with her so far as need be, only to use him in the end. But what were his relations with Lisa? Was he her sweetheart, perhaps her clandestine lover, maybe even her husband? This she must learn. So she stood with her back to the light, pondering. "What are you doing in Warsaw?" Huntington asked in a puzzled tone. "And in this awful hole? I thought you were in Paris. Didn't you get my letter?" "Of course." she replied cautiouslv. "But I thought I might meet you here."