m； indeed； she had never spoken … was so dangerously entangled in the affair。 For from what she knew of Geoffrey West； from her casual glance in the restaurant and； far more； from his letters； she liked him extremely。
And now came his third letter； in which he related the connection of that hat； that pin and those asters with the column in the Mail which had first brought them together。 As it happened； she； too； had copies of the paper for the first four days of the week。 She went to her sitting…room； unearthed these copies； and … gasped！ For from the column in Monday's paper stared up at her the cryptic words to Rangoon concerning asters in a garden at Canterbury。 In the other three issues as well； she found the identical messages her strawberry man had quoted。 She sat for a moment in deep thought； sat； in fact； until at her door came the enraged knocking of a hungry parent who had been waiting a full hour in the lobby below for her to join him at breakfast。
〃Come； come！〃 boomed her father； entering at her invitation。 〃Don't sit here all day mooning。 I'm hungry if you're not。〃
With quick apologies she made ready to accompany him down…stairs。 Firmly； as she planned their campaign for the day； she resolved to put from her mind all thought of Adelphi Terrace。 How well she succeeded may be judged from a speech made by her father that night just before dinner：
〃Have you lost your tongue； Marian？ You're as uncommunicative as a newly…elected office…holder。 If you can't get a little more life into these expeditions of ours we'll pack up and head for home。〃
She smiled； patted his shoulder and promised to improve。 But he appeared to be in a gloomy mood。
〃I believe we ought to go； anyhow；〃 he went on。 〃In my opinion this war is going to spread like a prairie fire。 The Kaiser got back to Berlin yesterday。 He'll sign the mobilization orders to…day as sure as fate。 For the past week； on the Berlin Bourse； Canadian Pacific stock has been dropping。 That means they expect England to come in。〃
He gazed darkly into the future。 It may seem that； for an American statesman； he had an unusual grasp of European politics。 This is easily explained by the fact that he had been talking with the bootblack at the Carlton Hotel。
〃Yes；〃 he said with sudden decision； 〃I'll go down to the steamship offices early Monday morning〃
CHAPTER V
His daughter heard these words with a sinking heart。 She had a most unhappy picture of herself boarding a ship and sailing out of Liverpool or Southampton； leaving the mystery that so engrossed her thoughts forever unsolved。 Wisely she diverted her father's thoughts toward the question of food。 She had heard； she said； that Simpson's； in the Strand； was an excellent place to dine。 They would go there； and walk。 She suggested a short detour that would carry them through Adelphi Terrace。 It seemed she had always wanted to see Adelphi Terrace。
As they passed through that silent Street she sought to guess； from an inspection of the grim forbidding house fronts； back of which lay the lovely garden； the romantic mystery。 But the houses were so very much like one another。 Before one of them； she noted； a taxi waited。
After dinner her father pleaded for a music…hall as against what he called 〃some highfaluting； teacup English play。〃 He won。 Late that night； as they rode back to the Canton； special editions were being proclaimed in the streets。 Germany was mobilizing！
The girl from Texas retired； wondering what epistolary surprise the morning would bring forth。 It brought forth this：
DEAR DAUGHTER OF THE SENATE： Or is it Congress？ I could not quite decide。 But surely in one or the other of those August bodies your father sits when he is not at home in Texas or viewing Europe through his daughter's eyes。 One look at him and I had gathered that。
But Washington is far from London； isn't it？ And it is London that interests us most … though father's constituents must not know that。 It is really a wonderful； an astounding city； once you have got the feel of the tourist out of your soul。 I have been reading the most enthralling essays on it； written by a newspaper man who first fell desperately in love with it at seven … an age when the whole glittering town was symbolized for him by the fried…fish shop at the corner of the High Street。 With him I have been going through its gray and furtive thoroughfares in the dead of night； and sometimes we have kicked an ash…barrel and sometimes a romance。 Some day I might show that London to you … guarding you； of course； from the ash…barrels； if you are that kind。 On second thoughts； you aren't。 But I know that it is of Adelphi Terrace and a late captain in the Indian Army that you want to hear now。 Yesterday； after my discovery of those messages in the Mail and the call of Captain Hughes； passed without incident。 Last night I mailed you my third letter； and after wandering for a time amid the alternate glare and gloom of the city； I went back to my rooms and smoked on my balcony while about me the inmates of six million homes sweltered in the heat。 Nothing happened。 I felt a bit disappointed； a bit cheated； as one might feel on the first night spent at home after many successive visits to exciting plays。 To…day； the first of August dawned； and still all was quiet。 Indeed； it was not until this evening that further developments in the sudden death of Captain Fraser…Freer arrived to disturb me。 These developments are strange ones surely； and I shall hasten to relate them。
I dined to…night at a little place in Soho。 My waiter was Italian； and on him I amused myself with the Italian in Ten Lessons of which I am foolishly proud。 We talked of Fiesole； where he had lived。 Once I rode from Fiesole down the hill to Florence in the moonlight。 I remember endless walls on which hung roses； fresh and blooming。 I remember a gaunt nunnery and two…gray…robed sisters clanging shut the gates。 I remember the searchlight from the military encampment； playing constantly over the Arno and the roofs … the eye of Mars that； here in Europe； never closes。 And always the flowers nodding above me； stooping now and then to brush my face。 I came to think that at the end Paradise； and not a second…rate hotel； was waiting。 One may still take that ride； I fancy。 Some day … some day …
I dined in Soho。 I came back to Adelphi Terrace in the hot； reeking August dusk； reflecting that the mystery in which I was involved was； after a fashion； standing still。 In front of our house I noticed a taxi waiting。 I thought nothing of it as I entered the murky hallway and climbed the familiar stairs。
My door stood open。 It was dark in my study； save for the reflection of the lights of London outside。 As I crossed the threshold there came to my nostrils the faint sweet perfume of lilacs。 There are no lilacs in our garden； and if there were it is not the season。 No； this perfume had been brought there by a woman … a woman who sat at my desk and raised her head as I entered。
〃You will pardon this intrusion；〃 she said in the correct careful English of one who has learned the speech from a book。 〃I have come for a brief word with you … then I shall go。〃
I could think of nothing to say。 I stood gaping like a schoolboy。
〃My word；〃 the woman went on； 〃is in the nature of advice。 We do not always like those who give us advice。 None the less； I trust that you will listen。〃
I found my tongue then。
〃I am listening；〃 I said stupidly。 〃But first … a light … 〃 And I moved toward the matches on the mantelpiece。
Quickly the woman rose and faced me。 I saw then that she wore a veil … not a heavy veil； but a fluffy； attractive thing that was yet sufficient to screen her features from me。
〃I beg of you；〃 she cried； 〃no light！〃 And as I paused； undecided； she added； in a tone which suggested lips that pout： 〃It is such a little thing to ask … surely you will not refuse。〃
I suppose I should have insisted。 But her voice was charming； her manner perfect； and that odor of lilacs reminiscent of a garden I knew long ago； at home。
〃Very well；〃 said I。
〃Oh … I am grateful to you；〃 she answered。 Her tone changed。 〃I understand that； shortly after seven o'clock last Thursday evening； you heard in the room above you the sounds of a struggle。 Such has been your testimony to the police？〃
〃It has；〃 said I。
〃Are you quite certain as to the hour？〃 I felt that she was smiling at me。 〃Might it not have been later … or earlier？〃
〃I am sure it was just after seven；〃 I replied。 〃I'll tell you why： I had just returned from dinner and while I was unlocking the door Big Ben on the House of Parliament struck … 〃
She raised her hand。
〃No matter；〃 she said； and there was a touch of iron in her voice。 〃You are no longer sure of that。 Thinking it over； you have come to the conclusion that it may have been barely six…thirty when you heard the noise of a struggle。〃
〃Indeed？〃 said I。 I tried to sound sarcastic； but I was really too astonished by her tone。
〃Yes … indeed！〃 she replied。 〃That is what you will tell Inspector Bray when next you see him。 'It may have been six…thirty；' you will tell him。 'I have thought it over and I