Elusive Isabel

other bay-window, farther down the avenue, on the corner, she knew a man named Hastings was hiding; she knew that for an hour or more he had been watching her as she wrote. In th

e face of each passer-by, seekin

yet wet upon it lay face up before her. It was addressed t

ear F

on, I regret to say, remains unchanged. Shall I send an attorney to you? Would you like a book of any kind? Or s

nce

el Th

er to her ring, and there at the window, under the watchful eyes of Blair and Hastings-and, perhaps, Johnson-she handed the note to th

beyond the reach of prying eyes, waited patiently for the postman. He appeared about five o'clock and simultaneously anot

d she smiled a little. "Mr. Grimm certainly pays

r a while they saw her rise quickly, as an automobile turned into the avenue, and lean toward the window eagerly looking out. The car came to a standstill in front of the legation

e window for a long time; finally a closely veiled and muffled figure appeared at the bay-window, and waved a gloved hand at Mr. Cadwallader, who again lifted his cap

air had been hiding, opened and two heads peered out. As the car approached Hastings' hiding-place he withdrew into the hallway; but Blair came out

night when Hastings reported

he city of Baltimore," he explained. "It was dark by the time we reached Alexandria, but we stuck to the car ahead, running without lights unti

oking for a number. At last it stopped and Miss Thorne got out and entered a house. She was gone for more than half an hour, leaving Mr. Cadwallader with the car. While she

Venezuelan minister. She wore the same clothing Miss Thorne had worn going, but her veil was lifted. Veiled and all muffled up one would have taken oath it was the same woman. She and Cadwallad

ou absolutely positive that the woman you saw get into

on. "I saw her in her own room with her wraps o

a great, comfortable chair in the smoking-room of his own home, the guilel

om Venezuela, reported to the Secret Service Bureau the disappearance of fif