Part 51 (1/2)

Sohed hysterically

”Go!” P Sybarite cried to the chauffeur

The crowd gave way before the lunge of the car

They were halfway to Fifth Avenue before pursuit was thought of; had turned the corner before it was fairly started; in fivefree at a moderate pace up Broadway just above Columbus Circle

”Where to now, boss?” the chauffeur presently enquired

P Sybarite looked enquiringly at his charge Since her rescue she had neither moved nor spoken--had rested motionless in her corner of the tonneau, eyes closed, body relaxed and listless But now she roused; unveiled the dear wonder of her eyes of brown; even host of a sently

”The Plaza? You ht be bothered there We may be traced--we're sure to This only saves us for the day To-morrow--reporters--all that--perhaps Perhaps not! Don't you know soo for the day? Once across the city line, we're safe for a little”

She nodded: breathed an address in Westchester County

So fact A hand of his rested on the cushi+oned seat, and in it lay, noarht, Marian's hand

He stared incredulously until he had confir; ard of the girl; and blushed to his brows

The car swept on and on, through the golden hush of that glorious Sunday

XXIII

PERCEVAL UNASHAMED

Toward ten of that sa car of -house in Thirty-eighth Street West

Froled appearance, wearing a sorin

Ostentatiously (or so it seemed to one solitary and sour-mouthed spectator, disturbed in his perusal of a co-house) he shook hands with the chauffeur, and, speaking guardedly, confir with him

Then the car rolled off, and P Sybarite shuffled ate, crossed the dooryard, and etic sot a pack of Sweets about you, George, I can use one inhis e produced a box of cigarettes, permitted P Sybarite to select one, and helped hiht, before honest indignation escaped the gri clerk's mouth

”Sa-ay!” he exploded--”looky here: where've you been all night?”

”Ah-h!” P Sybarite sighed provokingly: ”that's a long and tiresoe”