The Cinema Murder

amount of disapproval. They were obviously of the chorus-girl type, a fact which they seemed to lack the ambition to conc

m asked. "Bob Millet told us you were going t

moment was

he repeated

gh we were all out one night together-Trocadero, Empire, and Murray's afterwards-I shou

is also at fault," Philip

d him continued. "This my friend, Hilda Mason. She

t until you remembered us," the slighter young woman

t," her friend retorted briskly. "Hilda an

of cigarettes, a misfortune which it became his privilege to remedy. They were very friendly young ladies, if a little slangy, invited him around to their stat

overboard. There was an enterprising gentleman named Gayes in Liverpool, who nearly drove me crazy, then there's this Mr. Lawton who wants to talk about lasts, and finally it seems that I dined at the

k lay by her side. She seemed to have been sp

Romilly. No, don't sit down," she went on. "I want you to do something for me. Go into the library, and on the

y that long thread of bleak, turgid water. The horrors of a murderous passion beat upon his brain. He saw himself hastening, grim and blind, on his devil-sped mission. Then the haze faded from before his eyes. Somehow or other he accomplished his erra

ARANCE OF A LON

IDE

of art in a London school, visited Detton Magna on Friday afternoon and apparently started for a walk along the canal bank, toward

ain his imagination was at work. He saw the whole ghastly business, the police on the canal banks, watching the slow progress of the

smoking room, asked almost indifferently for a brandy and soda, and drained it to the last drop.

idea that I was a person of such importance. Fancy reading of my own disappe

one there who gave info

de. Yes, she may even have gone to the station to see whether I took the only other train back to London, and found that I did not. She knew, too, that I could

drag the canal," Eliz

strips of water you ever looked upon. It has been the garbage depository of the villages through

en, that they will find

ged his

mind. There will be dead animals without a doubt, worn

g your ghastly pictures. You know quite well what I mean. Philip Romi

fternoon were over. He answ

e of? I have an idea-I am getting fresh ideas every moment now that I picture

den in her furs, or was it something in her hair? It reminded him a little of the world the keys into which he had gripped-

d," she suggested. "Did you drag your Mona wholly from you

ok his

y world from whom I could garner even the gleanings of a personality. They are all, my men and women,

ny ways," she reflect

me, weakness because I couldn't break out, I mean. Perhaps for that reason the thought of a strong woman fascinated me, a woman large in thoughts and ways, a woman to whom purposes

d because I have been successful. I simply know. Listen. I have few engagements in New York. I should not be going back at all but to see my mother, who is too delicate to travel, and who is miserable when I am away for long. Take this pencil and paper. Let us leave off dream

for dinner rang. She sat up in he

the world like this," she added, a little impulsively, "the pleasure of letting your thoughts run out

fter dinner," he

ook he

arsing my gestures, tuning myself to a new outlook. Oh! You most disturbing person-intellectually of course, I mean," she added, laughi

," he protested. "Couldn't we go into the li

beauty, understood the peculiar qualities of it, the dissensions of the Press as to her appearance, the supreme charm of a woman possessed of a sweet and passio

y wish to wor

d away f

little thickly. "We w

g. In the far distance they saw the level line of lights from a passing steamer. Mr. Raymond Greene, with his ha

his voice and taking them both by the arm, "I have made a cocktail down in my stateroom-it's there in the shaker waiting for us, something I can't talk about. I've given Lawton one, and he's

ugh by accident, had dropped her veil. Mr. Raymond Greene, bubbling