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"You‘ve a very comfortable place here. The last time I had tea with you was at your flat in Red Lion Square + "I remember it." "Well, how am I looking?" she de- manded. "Much the same." ‘‘You‘re looking younger." ‘"‘There‘s nothing else you‘ll be wantâ€" ing?" ‘"No, thark you." Ring if there is,"‘ the wise woman said and left the room, shutting the door behind her. "For old times‘ sake. We‘re at the local theatre." "I know. I saw you." ‘"We‘ve never met since ... ‘"Since that day at the Old Bailey. I saw you in court. I hear that I have to congratulate you. I‘m afraid I haven‘t done so «before." "What on?" ‘"Your marriage." "Oh, that," she said, and laughed. Mrs. Gaddesden came in with the cup and saucer. "Thark you, Mrs. Gaddesden," said Ferguson. went on when Mrs. Gaddesden had left Ferguson had risen and stood watchâ€" ing her in silence. "Good evening, John," she said. good evening." ‘"Won‘t you ask me to sit down?" ‘"Yes, Of course. I‘m sorry. You rather took me by surprise.‘" ‘"Would the lady like a cup of tea?" Mrs. Gaddesden asked. "I should love one," said Lucia with a quiet little effective smile. "I will," she said. A minute later she returned. "There‘s a lady to see you. Mr. Ferguson." "A lady? To see me?" "Yes." "It‘s I," said a voice from behind Mrs. Gaddesden and Lucia Desmund came into the room. MYSTERY His evening meal was ready and Mrs. Gaddesden having given up her rather irritating attempts to fathom the obâ€" scurity which hid the earlier part of his life was chattering pleasantly when the bell rang. "Now who can that be?" she said and paused to consider the matter. ‘"Better open the door and find out," he suggested with a smile. He was tired, for he was working really hard at the office, fully aware that he had to make good in the second chance that lifeâ€"in the person of Wilâ€" liam Trevoweâ€"had offered him. LUCIA "DOES HER BIT" Ferguson had reached homeâ€"as he was coming to think of Number Fiv at the usual time, on the evening that Mary Donovan had traced his case in the files of the Courier. wHO‘S WHO IN THE STORY JOHN FINGAL FERGUSON, otherâ€" wise Hallett, a man about 35:; handâ€" some, prematurely grey. His past hisâ€" tory is something of a mystery. WILLIAM TREVOWE, head of Treâ€" vowes, <Ltd., of Mossford. When the story opens Trevowe gives Ferguson a job in the office of his firm. TEDDY WILSON, otherwise Btem- berg, manager of a theatrical company. MRS. GADDESDEN, a motherly woâ€" man with whom Ferguson lodges. MARY DONOVAN, a secretary on the staff of Trevowe‘s. She is also a niece of Mrs. Gaddesden. LUCIA DESMUND. Principal actress in Wilson‘s company, and wife of Wilâ€" As a matter of fact, the housewife has gone to town. She hadn‘t risen any earlier than usual, she isn‘t the slightest bit tired â€"and there isn‘t any mystery about it. She merely uses Quaker Flour and The Quaker Fasy Method of Bread Baking. You too can get in on this secret and out of your kitchen if you will just write to The Quaker Oats Company, Department 8â€"17 her work ? would normally be in f;fi“:v;'i;z Where was the housewife ? Had she risen earlier than usual, to get her baking finished so soon ? _ she retired worn out from + A number of fresh, crustyâ€"brown loaves and a batch of delicious lookâ€" ing rolls were the only evidence that it was baking dayâ€"although it was at a time when baking operations ERE was no one in the lntchcn A nlll“‘\n. ~# m s s DESERTED KITCHE N Second Chance Author of "George," " Two Men and Mary‘! HOLLOWAY HORN "Life‘s a funny thing, isn‘t it?" he said as he sat down by the fire. "Very funny!" she said quietly, alâ€" most as if she were speaking to herself. Teddy that I was coming to see you and that he could play the part himself if he wanted to. The understudy‘ll be glad of the chance, anyway. And she‘s quite good." "If she‘s listening at the doorâ€"as she prcobably isâ€"she‘ll be pleased." "I‘m quite certain she isn‘t. By the way, shouldn‘t you be on the stage now?" "But he‘d pulled up. He was going straight at the time. And I thought he corld help me." "In any case he‘s never been in prisâ€" on," said Ferguson bitterly. ‘"Well, that‘s that," he went on as he got up from his chair. "Mrs. Gaddesden looks after me wonderfully well." "I was an understudy and appeared a few times only at the end of the run. No, your smash finished me as well. I thought it would at the time." "I‘m sorry." "And it led me into the greatest misâ€" take of my lifeâ€"marrying Sternberg." "But you knew what you were doing. You knew he was a wrong ‘un." "Ah, well!" she sighed. "I know. The smash didn‘t do me any good; you reâ€" alize that?" "In what way?" "People thought that I was the cause, that you had wasted the money on me." "You know that I didn‘t." "But people thought that I was beâ€" hind it. I was coldâ€"shouldered. My conâ€" tract at the Imperial was terminated. They paid me, of courseâ€"they had to â€"but they wouldn‘t give me another jOb.” "But you had another job in Lonâ€" don. Someone here saw you in it." "You said that very effectively, Lucia. But you didn‘t ‘put it across‘, as you say on the stage." "A reasonable one," she said quietly. "I know that judged by ordinary standâ€" ards I‘m a washout where you are conâ€" cernedâ€"that I didn‘t stick to youâ€"but I‘ve only got one life and it all seemed too hopeless!" "I don‘t blame you." "But you do! I can see that you do! And yet I loved you," she went on more quietly. "I‘ve always loved you." "I wouldn‘t have come here tonight if I had known that this would be your attitude," she said angrily. "I know that. You were in love with yourself, Lucia." "What did you expect my attitude to be?" ......_there," he said with a smile. "But you could have written." ‘"‘There was nothing to say. You were sitting in court with the man you marâ€" ried shortly afterwards and his attiâ€" tude toward you was, even at that time ........ proprietary." ‘"He doesn‘t matter. I‘ve only loved once in my life." "Isn‘t it true?" “NO'" "Then I did you an imustice ie ‘"You never..wrote _to. me.....afterâ€" war "Ones literary activities are limited "John!" she protested. "That‘s the beastliest thing I‘ve ever had said to "Of course I have. A man cannot go through what I‘ve been through withâ€" out being changed. It makes him see things and people more c]earlyâ€"-far more clearly," he added. ‘"‘Meaning me?" "If you wish to place that construcâ€" tion on what I said, I cannot prevent you." "But you were fond of me........ once." "I thought so at the time. I see you‘re still wearing the ring I gave you. Reâ€" member how that infernal lawyer kept cn about it?" . STERNBERG‘S ACTIVITIES "Not you!" he smiled. "You were enâ€" joying it!" She nodded: "I nearly screamed," she said. _ "I often wonder. You‘d gone. You let me down and I was disillusioned and depressed. I thought he could help me in my workâ€"he was an agent at the time. "He‘s been many things in his time." "And still is," she said bitterly. "When this tour is over, I‘m through with him." "That‘s your affair, isn‘t it?" She nodded. ‘"You‘ve changed," she said. "I wanted a chat with you," she said quietly, with head slightly averted so that her profile was in evidence. "You know, you amuse me," he said. ‘"‘"What made you marry that nasty little ratâ€"like husband of yours?" "Look here, Lucia, what is it you want?" Ferguson asked as he helped hlmlt to another fillet of plaice. "That wasn‘t very gallant of you," she said, angrily. "Thank you. Do you mind if I conâ€" tinue my meal? Perhaps you‘ll have some of that cake?" "No, thanks. I‘m dieting. But you go on. You don‘t bear me a grudge beâ€" cause I‘m married?" "Not in the least." "You‘re not interested." ‘"No. Why should I be?" She shrugged her beautiful shoulders, "You used to say you were fond of me." Curious, isn‘t it?" he said with a ‘"You‘ll miss them,." she said. "And I‘m glad you‘ve found loyalty in someâ€" one else. You always were loyal. Who is she?" "No one in particular." "There is." she said quietly. "And I‘m glad. It‘s funny that I should have come here toâ€"night to try to bluff you into telling me where the emeralds were and ended up by giving Sternberg away." "It is," he agreed. "Well, I don‘tâ€"I assure you." "Goodâ€"bye!" she said. "L hope that you have better luck. Don‘t think worse of me than you must." "We‘ve both been perilously near the rocks, I‘m afraid," he said. ‘"He‘s got a bee in his bonnet that you adco." "I didn‘t. As far as the hiding place of the emeralds is concerned, I don‘t know anything about it." Ah, well," she went on as she stood up, "I may as well be going. You‘ve got your revenge, if you wanted it." "This is all very embarrassing," he said, uneasily. ‘"Yes. The tables are turned, John. In the old days you loved me, remember. "I should have stuck to you! If I‘d loved you then as I do toâ€"night, I should have." "In the old days you were just like a dozen different men I knew. I thought that you were going to make money and that was all I wanted." "I gathered that." "But you‘re not the man you were. You‘re a different person." "To a great extent," he agreed. "To a very great extent," she said. "What a swine I was,." she added with a sudden bitterness. "I‘ve no hard feelings, Lucia. I didn‘t expect you to act other than you did.‘ She thought over this a moment beâ€" fore she ‘said: "It was my husband who suggested that I should come here toâ€" night." uWhy?u She shrugged her shoulders: "I fancy he thought I could get the hiding place of the emeralds out of you." ‘"Why do you tell me this?" he asked. ‘"Because I‘ve made a strange disâ€" covery toâ€"right.‘" "Oh?" he said doubtfully. ‘"Yes, You won‘t believe it. You‘l) probably laugh. But I love you. It is funny, isn‘t it?" "It‘s certainly a strange statement." ‘"You don‘t believe it?" "I don‘t quite see why you should lie to me. I can‘t see any object in it." N WITH "A PAST ‘"You mean you don‘t love me? I‘d gathered that," she said quietly. "I do not. It‘s incredible to me that I ever did. You‘re as beautiful as ever, but I seem to see you more clearly. And beauty, superficial beauty, anywayâ€"just doesn‘t matter. There are other things far more important." "That wasn‘t cynicism," he smiled. "It was irony. Still, I‘m glad you came here tonight.‘ "Why?" she asked in obvious surâ€" prise. "Because it showed me that the old life is dead. That it doesn‘t matter in the least." "If you say so. It would be rude not to, wouldn‘t it?" "I do say so. And it‘s true.‘ "It would have been excellent pubâ€" licity. Can‘t you see the headlines: ‘Actress meets criminal at prison gate and marries him!‘" "Will you believe me when I say that I wish I had waited for you"" she asked quietly. "Particularly with you," he insisted. ‘‘There are genuine things in life, though. Genuine, loyal people. People worth while." "I wish you wouldn‘t adopt thati stupid, cynical tone. I hate it!" "Sorry. I suppose I am cynical. But surely it‘s understandable." WHO IS SHE?" "Not with me. Your smash did for me, too, remember." "I dont know. The houses are rotten here, anyway. It‘s the infernal pictures! The people are spoonâ€"fed. They can‘t stand an interval even if it‘s only a few minutes. You mean to stay on here?" "I hope so." "Pretty dull, wont it be?‘ "I‘ve got used to dullness,‘ he said with a smile. "Poor ‘boy!‘ she murmured. "IL used to think of / "Sez you!" "No. She‘s probably. rather annoyed that you are here, though. It wouldn‘t seem quite proper to her." "Oh, that," she said contemptuously. He glanced at his watch. "You‘ll apâ€" pear at the second house, I suppose?" She looked around startled. "She isn‘t listening, is she?" "He‘s through with that sort of thing now." "I think he‘d better be. Has he given up drugs, too?" "I‘m working in this town, as Sternâ€" berg probably told you." She nodded: "He‘s in a very ugly mood about you." “Why?" Again she shrugged her shoulders. "I don‘t quite know. Something to do with an emerald necklace." Ferguson smiled. "Apparently he was behind the burglary at Murray‘s house that weekâ€"end. One of his varied acâ€" tivities." "I‘ve told you I hate this cheap cynicâ€" "What‘s bitten you? You were all: "Who wants to touch him? I don‘t," right when you left here." fhe said, "I‘m sorry for him. If ever a man in| "And you‘d better not!" the world had a rough deal, he‘s the| She turned to the mirror in front of man." . and in silence he left her dressing "Rubbish! He was a fool. And he‘sroom. But it was perhaps as well for "What I say. I told him you‘d sent me to bluff ‘the secret out of him." "What did you do that for, you fool!" "Because I felt like it. And because it was a particularly dirty trick, even for you." She had some time to herself before her husband came in. "Well. Any luck?" "Not a bit," she said. "He wouldn‘t tell you?". "Of course, he wouldn‘t," she snapped. "I told him why I had come, if you must know.‘" ‘"What d‘you mean?" he demanded in an ugly tone. _ "He DOESN‘T KNOW" Lucia Desmund‘s face was white beâ€" neath her careful makeâ€"up as she hurâ€" ried through the dismal streets and she reached the theatre before the first "I‘ve known her several years," he said nonâ€"committally. "It takes all sorts to make a world," she said, at which he smiled, but reâ€" mained silent. "She looked like an actress," she went on with an almost ingaudible sniff. "She is an actress," he said. "She‘s the leading lady this week at the Theâ€" atre Royal." Mrs. Gaddesden came in to clear away a few minutes later. 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